All Chapters of Her Feral Professor [ Your Professor Shouldn't Taste You]: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Alex POV:"No, mom, I won't be coming home for the break." I say for the third time into my phone as I make the twenty minutes walk to campus. To the department. To Zane Orion's office. It is Friday and my mother all the way over in Boston has decided this crucial moment in time is the best time to call me and nag about our fragile mother daughter relationship. "And I don't understand why?" She retorts over the phone. The same thing she has repeated for the last three times I have told her I would not be coming home for the break that is still at least a month away. "Mom, I gotta go now. We will talk later." I say into the phone when the tall grey building of the creative writing department comes into view. "Alexander! Don't you dare cut me off." My mother yells at me over the phone. Because of the distance between us, the yell doesn't carry as much weight. I could almost laugh. "Okay. What were we talking about? Though I have to let you that you are making me late to my mentorin

"Caught your breath?" He asks, voice low and deep as sin. "I...I...I think so.." I stutter, Zane grabs my hips and pulls me closer to the edge of the couch so my back leans further down, a more comfortable position, but also really vulnerable because now I won't be able to move away from him if I need to. He is taking control. Dominant and so fucking hot. When his tongue sucks me into his warm mouth this time around, I try to be prepared, I hold my breath to keep from screaming but I don't last. I pulse uncontrollably between his lips and even though my legs are held tightly in his hands, they start shaking. My body is not in my control anymore. I am his and he knows it. I am so close. It is both terrifying and exhilarating. Pleasure wounds me up so tightly, I feel like a coil stretched too taut. Like a ticking bomb. So intense. Zane laps at my flowing juices hungrily, his tongue flicking against my swollen oversensitive clit, my fingers in his hair tighten, my eyes roll to the ba

I lean up, sweat film pooling on my forehead, her sweet scent mixed with her sweat is too heady for me, I still have her taste on my tongue, the murkiness of it shoots directly to my brain, intoxicating me so I feel like a savage animal on heat for his one mate. I lift her legs high so they go over my shoulders, giving me a better angle to thrust, I don't waste any time before I am moving inside her with sharp, calculated strokes. Her breathing becoming shallow, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, her fingers pushing at my hips at interval as I increase the force of my thrusts, all tells me that I am doing something right. I keep at it, switching the tempo and sharpness of each stroke, timing it so I hit every single crevice inside her, the tip of my cock brush against her g-spot and I focus solely on that spongy spot inside her hot dripping cunt. She is so tight. It makes me go dizzy with absolute euphoria. "Zane...Za-aanee...fuck. oh.. please..I c-can't..." Alex thrashes

"Girl, we have got to stop meeting like this." Daisy says with a smile, her eyes doesn't trail down my body in disgust like that Sunday morning. I am so stunned, I don't even remember to pull up the robe, I stand there, frozen, watching her as she walks further into the room. It is like time has stopped and I am watching an horror scene unfold. My bloodstream gets flooded with alarm, my brain screams at me to do something, anything aside just standing here, but I can't act. "You guys know eachother? Are you related?" Penny asks and the absurdity of that question drags me to consciousness. Harshly. I draw in a sharp breath, I pull the robe and wrap it tight around my body. "Uhm, hi, Daisy. Uh. Sorry, uh, what are you doing here?" I stutter, water from my wet hair drips down my shoulder, I am cold and hot at the same time. My dread is even all the more heightened because of what I had just been doing with Zane. They are divorced, but I don't think Daisy accepts that. "I wante

Zane Orion's POV::I should have just cancelled this class. I think about it for the hundredth time as the clock ticks away slowly. I prepared a class activity where I put the entire class in groups of five each for a quick presentation lasting three minutes maximum. The last group is almost done, I can't continue stealing glances at my watch. My lack of concentration is apparent and I know the students are aware and hence not taking their presentations as serious as they should. But I can't even be bothered. I will ask them to score themselves and collate the marks. I do my utmost best to avoid Alex. It is impossible. Her group was the first to do their presentation, she seemed like her normal self, gorgeous, fucking erotic without even being aware of it. No inkling of guilt whatsoever about what she did. Running away from my office after we had sex last week Friday. Today is Tuesday. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it for five days now. When I returned with the warm