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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"Yes, Mr. Montoya?" I ask him, wiggling my bare ass because I know he can't help but peek under my dress.

"For Christ's sake, sand, uh, stand up and have a seat," he says, tossing his eyes around the room to avoid looking under my dress.

"Fine." I huff and sit in his chair. "I like this chair. It's comfortable. Although I'm guessing there's a much more comfortable seat in this office."

"Right," he says, blatantly ignoring my innuendo of sitting on his face. This is going to be tough.

Normally, the guys fold quicker than this. They're ready to do what I want for the mere chance to sniff my pussy. I've bent over to give Mr. Montoya a full preview, and he's behaving like he doesn't want me.

"As I was saying, Miss Nichols, I want your essay and presentation on my desk tomorrow morning before nine."

"That's not enough time."

He cuts me off with a hand in the air. "You've had the same time as everyone else in the class. The fact you decided not to turn it in or give it the slightest bit of effort is your problem. You should take your own advice, Miss Nichols. If you were the best student in Miss Adelaide's class, then maybe the rules wouldn't apply. However, I'm doing you a favor and bending them for you. I know that me showing up and taking over is a curveball for most of you."

"I need help, then," I tell him. "You have to help me because you're the teacher and I'm requesting it."

He laughs. "You make a lot of demands, Miss Nichols. Do people just do what you tell them to do?"

I take the opportunity to get up from his chair, swaying my hips to make my dress move with the curves of my body. There's hope that some of my perfume entices Mr. Montoya to come in for a better sniff. He backs up with every step I take closer to him.

"Most people do. You can bend the rules for another day. Give me more than a few hours to get this done, or perhaps I can help you bend…" I allow my voice to trail off, running my hand down his chest.

"You don't want to do that, Miss Nichols."

His warning sets off something deep inside of me, tremors to my pussy that ricochet across my body.

"I want to do much more than this if you let me," I whisper, stretching onto the tips of my toes but letting my hand graze his crotch. The slightest bit of firmness tells me he's not completely immune to me, and I want him to go with it. I push myself closer, pressing my tits against him and going in for a kiss.

He moves his head to the left, and I go to the right. My mouth misses his but captures his earlobe between my lips. I suck it gently before pulling away slowly. "My apologies, Mr. Montoya. I don't know what's come over me."

In a matter of seconds, Mr. Montoya grips my wrists and spins me so my back is against the door. There's a slight twitch in his upper lip before he bites his lower. My heart races as he leans in, nuzzling against my neck. The slightest graze of his tongue just under my ear has my nipples hardening with anticipation.

When he pulls back, my eyes drag their gaze down his body where his crotch is tight. There's something hard behind the zipper that's in desperate need to be free. Once it is, he'll have no choice but to pass me. Right?

"You think that because you make my dick hard, you're in control." He growls before kissing my neck and moving up along my jawline until he reaches my mouth where he doesn't kiss me. He lets his tongue taste my lips, glossy with a hint of watermelon from my lip balm.

"I only want more time to finish my assignment. You can't give me a failing grade. I've already been left behind once. I need to graduate and get out of this shithole."

"Your candor is appreciated," Mr. Montoya says, his voice raspy with desire. Letting go of his inhibitions, he goes far beyond what a man in his position should. His mouth conquers mine, stealing a kiss and pushing his tongue against mine. A soft whimper escapes me as he pins me against the door to his office.

In and out, round and round, his tongue over mine. My tongue over his. His hands drop from my wrists, yanking the collar of my dress even lower to pull my breast out to play with my nipple. His other hand dips to the hem of my dress, cupping my pussy before sliding two fingers between my folds and circling my entrance.

The way my pulse races with anticipation has me on edge, ready to explode. However, just as fast as it began, it ends. Mr. Montoya pulls away, releasing his grasp and wiping his mouth with a smug grin.



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