Her Filthy Teacher – Forbidden Fantasies Read Online Lena Little

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Forbidden, Novella Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 13981 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
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When I take over teaching an English class, the last thing I expect is to have my stamina tested. Sheer willpower isn't enough to stop me from fantasizing about the most beautiful student to prop her perfect body on my desk.

Madison's blue eyes and bombshell frame test my patience and morality.

While falling for my high school student isn't in the lesson plan, she makes sure I earn a passing grade for passion. She brings out a side of me that makes me want to study her curves and learn our own language of love.

I just hope we don't get caught in the act.

A scandal is the last thing either of us needs, but we can't deny the immediate attraction between us. Pushing Madison to be a better student requires more than administrative motivation. She teaches me things about her while I teach her a few lessons about the world.

What's happening between us can't be studied.

Madison's future hinges upon her graduation, and her future with me hinges on no one else discovering the love between us.

The passion crashing over us can't be stopped.

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1

MASON

The sounds of dry-erase markers squeak across the whiteboard in my brand-new classroom. Well, the room isn't new, but I am. A bell rings and a parade of students file through the door. They're mostly laughing and talking amongst themselves, never bothering to acknowledge my presence as they take their seats.

"Hey, Mister. Where's Miss Adelaide?" one student asks as they plop down at a desk close to the window.

Twenty students sit in their assigned seats, shuffling books and pages around their desks, waiting for me to answer the question.

I give them a warm greeting and explanation. "Good morning, everyone. My name is Mr. Montoya. Miss Adelaide needed some time off. What began as time off turned into her resignation. So I'm here for the rest of the semester."

The class of high school seniors erupts into cheers as if this is their lucky break. There's an air of happiness that I don't want to tamp down, but I need order.

"Before you all get your hopes up," I announce and see their faces drop. The acknowledgment that this isn't going to be a free ride settles over the class. "I have Miss Adelaide's lesson plans, all of your grades, her notes on your progress, and the curriculum for the rest of the semester. We're going to pick up right where she left off. Let's begin with taking attendance."

There's a collective moan of disappointment around the room, but it doesn't stop me from going down the list of names. Everyone responds with either a 'here' or 'present', with a few groans or grunts thrown in for teenage annoyance.

"Madison Nichols," I say the name and look up. No one's raising their hand, but a split second later, a vision of beauty sashays through the classroom door.

She has everyone's attention, including mine. Platinum blonde hair flops behind her in a high ponytail, chewing pink bubblegum, wearing ear pods, and a pair of cut-off denim shorts that make my cock twitch. For fuck's sake, what am I getting into?

The frilly threads from the bottom of her shorts sway with every step as she strolls to the back of the classroom without a care in the world.

"Miss Nichols?" I ask.

She says nothing. Blowing a bubble that pops loudly, drawing laughter from some and several eye rolls from others in the class. None of the girls have anything on her. She pulls out a small notepad. It's the kind of notepad that looks like something a waitress takes orders with, but this one is pink with unicorn stickers.

After setting it down on the desk, she glances at me with a smirk before dipping a finger between her tits to pull out a pen. I'm lucky that I'm sitting behind the desk or else the entire class would see the tightness around my crotch. She's doing this on purpose.

I won't be toyed with as the tension grows around the room. The echo of my hand slamming against the top of the desk gets everyone's attention, including hers.

"Miss Nichols." My voice bellows, keeping everyone's attention on me. "Are you present?"

"Yes, sir." Her lips are a shade darker than the bubblegum. I can hardly keep my eyes off her, but the last thing I need is students thinking anything of this blossoming infatuation.

It takes me a few more minutes to get through the names. Once I'm done, my erection dies down. Thankfully so because being able to stand makes me effective at my job.

"Good morning everyone. Once again, my name is Mr. Montoya. Feel free to call me Mr. Montoya. I am taking over for Miss Adelaide. You all had homework assignments due⁠—"

A student's hand shoots up. She volunteers her name first. "Casey, Mr. Montoya. If Miss Adelaide was only supposed to take the week off and then decided to quit, how did you get her notes and stuff about us? It's unfair if you ask me. Also, it's biased of you to make judgments off another teacher's observations. Therefore, you should give every single one of us a passing grade for the midterm. There's no way you can grade us fairly."

I nod and flip through the thick binder given to me by Miss Adelaide herself. "Casey Dupree. Constant questions and an enthusiastic debater. Don't give in to test dismissal and easy grades."

The class snickers, and the student blushes.

I offer a smile to call a truce so she won't challenge me much. "To answer your question, Miss Dupree, Miss Adelaide's been preparing to leave for some time now. I was brought in a few weeks ago to get up to speed. Now, I understand we were in the middle of presentations for plans after graduation. Who was next?"

My eyes scan the room. I don't know why I expect anyone to volunteer, so I give them fair warning. "If no one wants to go, you'll force me to pick someone."



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