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Book:The Professor Who Loves Me Published:2025-4-9

Adrianna
“Fuck, Adrianna,” he groans, his voice laced with awe. “Did you just come for me, baby girl?” He pulls his cock out of my pussy. “You’ve got me nice and wet and ready for your ass.”
I shudder, trying not to give in to what this man is doing to me.
He pulls his fingers out of my ass next and then I feel the hot, hard length of him against my hole. “I bet deep down you are craving this dick in your ass, aren’t you?”
I shake my head.
“More lies.” He adjusts himself so the tip is pressing against my tight ring of muscles.
“It’s going to hurt. Don’t you need lube?” I ask, frantic to get him to stop.
“You’re making more than enough lube.” He pushes forward with force and I scream into the pillow below me at the excruciating sensation of being stretched open so wide. “And by the time I’m through with you, you’ll be begging for more.” His fingertips dig into my skin as he grasps me harder, spearing me with his immense length. My clit is throbbing for friction and I try to move one hand between thighs to satisfy the need, but Archer spanks my ass.
“No, you don’t get to touch yourself. Only I get to touch you.”
I growl in frustration, glancing over my shoulder at him. “You’re being an asshole.”
He smirks, but it’s not friendly, it’s vindictive. “No, you’ve got that wrong. I’m fucking your asshole, baby. And I don’t appreciate being called names while I do.”
I jolt as his large hand comes down on my backside again, making my nipples ache. I’m thinking that there’s more than first appears when it comes to Archer. The darkness he harbors inside set free as he pushes forward slowly, stretching my tiny hole with his cock.
I groan into the pillow beneath me, wanting nothing more than to scream at the top of my lungs. And then the pain eases as I feel his balls against my clit.
“You’ve taken every inch of me inside, baby.” Archer licks the back of my neck. “I’m going to make you climax again while I fuck this tight virgin ass.” A shiver starts at the top of my head and races down my spine, making me prickle with anticipation as he holds still, the pain of being stretched only adding to the sickening desire I have for him.
I wait with bated breath for him to begin the fucking. It feels like excruciating minutes pass by as I wait in silence.
“What’s going-”
“What did I tell you, Adrianna?”
I swallow hard. “No questions, but you aren’t moving.”
“I’m biding my time and enjoying this moment,” he says, amusement in his tone. “Are you saying you want me to fuck you in the ass?”
“I’m saying fuck me or don’t. Stop lingering in no-man’s-land.”
He reaches around and grabs hold of my throat with both hands, squeezing. “You don’t tell me what to do, Adrianna, not in this situation.” He removes one hand and spanks my ass again, making me sure he’ll leave bruises on my skin. “Now be a good girl and tell me what you want me to do.”
I bite my lip so hard I draw blood because my stubbornness is at war with my desire. “Fuck me,” I mumble.
“Sorry, what was that?” he says, smugness dripping from his tone.
“I said fuck me, for God’s sake.”
He chuckles. “Ask nicely, baby.”
“Fuck me, please,” I grit out.
“Good girl,” he growls, and then he fucks me.
His cock slides in and out of me with slow and painful thrusts. While he’d been still, the pain had subsided, but the moment he moves the intense pain returns.
“Fuck, your ass feels so good.”
I bite my lip so hard it bleeds. “It hurts,” I complain.
He places his rough hand against my back and drags it gently down my spine, making me shiver. “Relax, baby girl. If you relax, it’ll feel good.”
“Easy for you to say,” I grit out.
He doesn’t say another word, brushing his hand against my back and moving his cock in and out, slowly but forcefully. Our bodies melding together in the dirtiest way as he plows into me faster with each thrust, building the pleasure and decreasing the pain with every movement.
I never thought I’d submit so easily, but it feels so good. Archer is in the driving seat and all I have to do is feel. Every sensation he’d coaxing from me building with each thrust of his cock.
“Oh fuck,” I moan, knowing that before long I will come. “It feels good,” I say, almost shocked.
The pressure between my thighs is unbearable as I long to touch my clit, but resist since Archer won’t allow it. “Please, Archer,” I beg, forgetting that either side of these walls are other students.
Coach hasn’t been very subtle about his pursuit to get me into bed with him. And it will be pretty humiliating if people know that he’s fucking me. The last thing I want is for my friends to find out after I was adamant that I won’t have sex with him.
“What do you want, baby?” he asks, his voice deep and laced with lust.
“I need to come,” I cry, tears gathering in my eyes as the sensation becomes impossible to bear. Every single nerve in my body is on fire, making my thighs shake as I’m so close to climaxing.
Archer’s hand runs down my back slowly, and then he spanks my ass.
“Oh fuck, yes!” It’s all it takes to send me over the edge as I scream so loud I’m sure the entire fucking academy can hear me.
“That’s it, baby girl. Come with my cock in your ass,” he growls, pumping harder and faster. And then suddenly he bends over and presses his lips to my shoulder, roaring into my skin as he comes too. Filling my ass with his seed as we both ride the wave of ecstasy. Our uneven breathing fills the room, which suddenly feels too small.
Archer doesn’t move for a long time, keeping me pressed against the mattress as his cock pulses inside of me. I can hardly believe what just happened.
Archer finally moves off of me and his cock slides out of my abused hole, leaving me feeling so empty. And then he stands up and dresses, sliding on his shirt first and then his briefs and pants. Once he’s dressed, he glances at me. “See you tomorrow night at my apartment.”
He walks out of my dorm room without another word, as if he didn’t just turn into a fucking animal and fuck my ass. I sit upright, wincing at the pain radiating through my abused hole. Archer Daniels is a monster and I’m wondering if being ratted out to my family might be a better option, even if they’ll kill me.