جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 9

Ella's Pov I yanked my hand from under my skirt as fast as I could. My dripping cunt clenching around nothing.Fuck. My heart slammed loudly against my ribcage as I scrambled to shut my laptop. The device closing with a sickening crack. The voice snarled again, attached to the person who has sworn to make my life a living hell. Asa. She leaned over my desk, pretty face twisted in disgust. Her fake tits practically spilling out of her uniform shirt. "Hey, freak!!" She hissed loudly, making a few heads turn our way. "What the fuck are you always covering up in this laptop of yours, huh? "My cheeks burned hot. I could still feel the aftershocks of a missed climax. My panties were still hooked away from my cunt, cool air brushing my creamy folds making my clit twitch. I just hoped this bitch couldn't smell my slick from here. "Back the fuck off, Asa, " I snapped, trying to get control of my shaky voice. "Your stale breath is all over my face. And to answer your question, what I

Ella's Pov Flynn tensed beside me, his grip tightening more forcefully on mine. "I'll wait with you." He said tightly, his eyes locked on Garrett. "We'd walk back together." I shook my head. Gosh, he could be pushy. "It's okay, Flynn. I'll be fine, I promise." Flynn didn't move. If anything he held on tighter. His gaze stayed on Professor Garrett sizing him up. "I don't mind waiting." He said, gritting out the words. It took a whole lot for me not to tell him to get lost. The lecture hall was deserted now. I tried pulling my hand off his but he wouldn't let go. Professor Garrett took a deep breath and stepped away from the podium. His muscular, strong body doing things to me. His sharp green eyes bore into Flynn's not blinking a bit. "Mr Carter." He said in a low, intimidating voice. "I need to speak with Miss Thompson privately. You're dismissed." His tone left no room for argument. It was like watching a duel. The way Professor Garrett stood on business made my ni

Ella's Pov I stared at the blinking cursor on my slightly cracked laptop screen. I've only being able to write the title- Personal Experiences with Arousal and nothing more. From what Professor Garrett said, he wanted the raw, unfiltered details. The issue with it was, how was I supposed to write that I want my sloppy cunt railed by his huge cock? How was I supposed to write this essay without sounding like a cheap slut? Every sentence I typed quickly turned into porno. And that wasn't the worst part. My pussy was still throbbing, wanting something thick and wide the tear it apart. My nipples were hard as rocks, pushing against the flimsy material of my nightie. KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.....The loud knocks on my dorm door, almost made me jump out of my skin."Who the fuck is it??" I yelled, angry at the disturbance. "It's me, El. Open up."Flynn. Of course. I rolled my eyes but stood up anyway. I was barely dressed too- just a thin nightie that barely covered my fat ass, my titti

Ella's Pov I scrambled unto the desk, my huge titties jiggling inside my tight uniform shirt.Before I could position myself for him, Professor Garrett stopped me with a hand on my hip. "Not like that. I want you to lay sideways. I want to see your fat ass and pussy more clearly."My cheeks burned at the request. I followed his instruction. The cool air in his office brushed my thighs, resulting in goosebumps. This was happening. It was really happening. My pussy had a life of it's own, creaming like I already had his huge cock in me, drenching my string thong. "Fuck!! You look so fucking sexy laid out like this. " Professor Garrett growled behind me. "You're so eager, who knew you actually act like a highrise pornstar in secret."I glanced at him over my shoulder, hands on my waist to steady my frame. His demeaning words just made more slick dribble down my thighs, coating my slit. Before I could beg him to touch me he stepped forward. Professor Garrett's hand shot out and d