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  MY SEXY PROFESSOR is a work of fiction. The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  First Edition: February 2017

  Ivy Quinn has a problem: she can’t stop fantasizing about her sexy professor. Economics class has become pure torture, until she makes a pact with herself: she’s going to seduce him. But can she get this sexy buttoned-up beast to unleash his wild side?

  Colton Harrison also has a problem. He’s sporting a perpetual hard-on for the ridiculously hot student who sits in the front row of his freshman economics class. This is not only becoming obvious, it’s also jeopardizing his job. But when Ivy comes to his office to get some extra help, there’s no way in hell he can resist taking what’s his.

  MY SEXY PROFESSOR is a super-sexy quickie guaranteed to get you an A …

  er, I mean O.

  BILLIONAIRE (series)

  Honey Girl

  Jake

  Taming Jake Wolfe

  Hot Summer Lust

  Wild Ride

  Wanted: Virgin Bride

  Wanted: Virgin Lover

  Copyright

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  Chapter One: Ivy

  Chapter Two: Colton

  Chapter Three: Ivy

  Chapter Four: Colton

  Chapter Five: Ivy

  Chapter Six: Colton

  Chapter Seven: Ivy

  Chapter Eight: Colton

  Epilogue

  Epilogue #2

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  BILLIONAIRE: Part One

  Every time I see Professor Harrison, my panties get wet. It’s become a real problem. I have to spend an hour and a half every Monday, Wednesday and Friday watching him write out the particulars of economic theory up on the white board with his button-down shirt straining against his big muscles and his khaki pants tight around that killer ass. He wears glasses with black frames and he has lots of black hair that he combs. I want to grab handfuls of it and mess it up. Sometimes, when he sees me looking at him, I could swear that his cock starts to get hard. His pants are so stuffed-full it drives me crazy. I want to run my hands over that huge ridge and unzip him. Every class, I spend the entire time thinking about what’s underneath his clothes and what I want to do to his big, hairy body. How I’d run my tongue over the head of his cock and tease him until he’s so overcome with lust he just has to fuck my virgin pussy. Once when he wasn’t wearing a tie and the top button of his shirt was undone I could see the light pelt of his chest hair. I imagined climbing on top of him and rubbing my naked breasts against his chest. My nipples got hard and started poking against the sheer fabric of my top. Today he’s wearing a tie but his sleeves are rolled up. His forearms are tanned and muscular and show the edge of one of his tattoos. My white cotton panties are so wet I can feel them clinging to the warm, swollen lips of my pussy.

  I’m sitting in the front row. My top is low cut and I’m not wearing a bra. I want to drive him as crazy as he makes me. I know he notices me but he tries to play it cool. I wonder what he’ll do when I ask him for some extra help on the paper that’s due on Friday. If I’ll be able to entice him enough to make a move on me.

  I put on some pink lip gloss as all the other students file out of the lecture hall. I try not to think about how wet my panties are as I walk up to the front of the classroom, where he’s erasing the white board.

  “Professor Harrison?”

  He turns to look. The stubble of his beard looks rough. I imagine how it would feel against the sensitive skin of my thighs.

  “Hi, Ivy,” he says, and his voice is as deep and rich as molasses. His dark eyes watch my face, then his gaze caresses my breasts. They feel full, like I’m overflowing with milk, which is crazy. The heat of his gaze on my body makes me even wetter. A fresh trickle of moisture coats my pussy lips. “How’s everything going?”

  “I’m having a little trouble with the assignment. I was wondering if I could get some extra help.”

  “Sure. Of course. I have to drop something off in the staff room on the way back to my office, but I could meet you up there in ten minutes. Do you know where my office is?”

  “Yes.” Of course I did. I’d googled everything there was to know about Colton Harrison. He used to play football for Notre Dame. He’d had a knee injury and had gotten his PhD in Economics. He wasn’t married and had been seen out on the town every now and then, but wasn’t in any kind of serious relationship. He lived near campus. He liked to row and spent time in the early mornings on the river. “I’ll see you at your office, then.”

  I can’t help biting my lip softly as he half-smiles. His teeth are white and his lips are full and plump. I imagine his mouth on my nipple. Those teeth biting into my tender flesh and sucking on me. I can tell he’d be rough with me by the way his hunger darkens his eyes.

  His cock looks so big in his pants. There’s no one else here except us. I could step closer. I wish I could run my fingers over that big bulging ridge. Instead, I smile shyly and turn to walk out. My skirt barely covers the round curve of my ass. I know he’s looking. I wonder if he can tell how turned on I am. How wet.

  “Ivy?”

  “Yes?”

  “You can let yourself into my office. It’s not locked.”

  So I make my way to the third floor and I’m glad it’s after five in the afternoon. Not many people are around. I let myself into his office and close the door behind me. It’s small and cluttered with books and papers. His laptop is open on his desk and there’s a big leather office chair and another chair, for visitors. The small room smells like him. Like a mixture of smoke and leather and beefcake man in the lusty prime of his life. The scent makes me feel high with lust. My nipples are painfully tight. I unbutton one more button of my shirt.

  As soon as I do, the door opens. Professor Harrison walks in and closes the door behind him, brushing past me like a huge bear in the small space. His burly arm grazes against my nipple and I gasp. He stops, looking down at me with those dark eyes. He has thick eyelashes that blink behind his glasses, once, almost like he’s challenging me. His gaze is arrogant and half-amused, like he knows. He knows how badly I want him. He must know. I’m practically drooling. He’s so tall, looming over me. So big. Everywhere. My knees feel weak. I’m so turned on I feel almost dizzy. My pussy is pulsing, like it wants to come. My mouth is watering. I want to lick his chest and suck on his big cock.

  “Take a seat,” he says, and that velvet-rich tone of his voice touches me like a physical force. I’m close to coming. I can feel the light quivering throb inside my pussy, the juicy, spilling wetness.

  I pull my chair up next to his. I put my bag down on the floor as I sit, and reach down to take out my economics assignment. As I do, my breasts practically spill out of my unbuttoned white top. I wonder if he can see how taut and rosy my nipples are. I sit up, straightening my top so it’s barely covering the bouncy mounds of my breasts. The sensitive little buds of my nipples poke against the soft fabric.

  Professor Harrison leans back in his chair and folds his beefy arms across his broad chest. His knees are apart and I can see clearly that his cock is getting very hard. It’s so big it looks like a thick snake going all th
e way to the side. “Now. What did you need help with?”

  He’s pretending nothing’s out of the ordinary, but I feel encouraged by how hard he is. How freaking big he’s getting.

  “Well, I’ve described five economic systems, like you said to do. But I wanted to check with you to make sure I’m describing everything correctly.” I lean a little closer as I slide my paper towards him on the desk.

  He eyes me, his gaze settling on my breasts unashamedly. He’s a big, lusty beast and I want to tempt him past his breaking point. I wonder if I can.

  But then he picks up my paper and starts to read it. As he reads, I start fantasizing again about unzipping his pants. “Thank you so much for helping me, Professor Harrison.”

  He puts the papers down onto the desk. “It’s no problem. My suggestion is that you differentiate more between communism and socialism. Your descriptions are too similar.”

  “Oh, okay.” Who knew communism could be such a turn-on? “Professor Harrison?” I can’t help it. He’s so delicious it’s driving me insane.

  “Yes?” His voice is low and husked.

  I stand up. I move to lean my ass against his desk. I’m standing between his spread knees. “I wondered if … since you helped me, maybe I could help you.”

  “Help me what?”

  It looks almost painful, how big and hard his cock is. I’m staring. “I could …” I can’t quite bring myself to say it. I feel shy but bold at the same time. So I just say it. I can’t believe I say it. “I could … make you feel good. If you want me to.”

  He glares at me. There’s lust in his eyes but also a quiet fury. Because he knows he can’t resist whatever I offer. “Are you trying to get me into trouble, Ivy?”

  I stare at him innocently and blink. “No.”

  He takes off his glasses and sets them down. His eyes are panther-dark and he looks even sexier without his glasses on. “You’re a very beautiful girl,” he says. “A very luscious, insanely sexy, gorgeous girl. And you’re also a student. You should go now.”

  I know I’m acting like a hussy, but I simply don’t care. I’ve been lusting after Professor Harrison for six whole months and I just can’t take it anymore. All the boys on campus seem, well, like boys compared to him. I want a man to take my virginity. A lusty, hairy hunk of a man. This one right here. And I can tell by that monster of an erection in his pants that he wants me as bad as I want him. “No one has to know,” I whisper.

  “It’s a very bad idea, Ivy,” he says sternly.

  His cock is getting even bigger. I act coy. “I just want to show you something. Then you can … decide if you really want me to go.”

  “Show me what?” he says, his voice rasped, like he already knows.

  I ease my tight pink skirt up just a little, so he can see my white frilly panties. The wet, thin cotton has gone see-through and clings to the lips of my bare pussy.

  “Fuck,” he mutters. “Ivy. I could lose my job.”

  “Do you want me to go? Or … do you want me to show you one other thing?”

  “I’m not going to refuse anything you offer me, sweetheart. So be careful.”

  I ease the top of my shirt down so it’s just below my nipples. My shirt squeezes my breasts together a little, so my nipples are pointed right at him. “I just…” He makes me crazy but I still feel shy, when I try to tell him how I feel. “I just can’t stop thinking about you. Every time I do, my nipples get like this and my pussy goes wet.”

  He groans a little and I know he won’t refuse me. I know he won’t turn me away. He can’t.

  “Professor Harrison?”

  He’s glaring at me. “Yes, Ivy?”

  “Will you touch me? Just a little? Anywhere you want. I’m so … I want you to so badly.”

  “Ivy,” he groans. “You need to leave. Right now. For your own sake. If you push me any further, you’re going to get a hell of a lot more than you bargained for.”

  “But Professor,” I say softly. “It’s just that … I’ve been watching you in class for months and I can’t stop fantasizing about what I want you to do to me. I’ve tried to stay away … but I can’t.”

  He stares at me like he wants to eat me.

  “I promise not to tell anyone,” I say. “No one has to know except you and me.”

  “This is your last chance, sweetheart. Turn around and walk away.”

  He’s still trying to resist me. But his huge, rock-hard cock is too much. I made him hard like that. He wants me, and I’m going crazy. I have to have him. I need to tempt him even more, until he reaches his breaking point. So I reach down and ease my panties to the side, so he can see my bare pussy lips. I shaved just for him. I touch myself just a little. My pussy is slippery. I’ve wanted his big cock for so long. I want him to make me come.

  I leave my panties bunched to the side so he can look at me.

  His eyes go even darker. I can tell I’ve done it: he’s not going to deny me.

  I’m already learning that Professor Harrison has little restraint when it comes to me. That whatever I ask of him, he’ll have no choice but to give me. “You’re a naughty girl, Ivy. And without a doubt the sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. You want me to touch you? I’ll fucking touch you, baby girl. But that won’t be enough. So unless you want me to eat your juicy pussy til you come, you should pull your skirt down and get your sexy little ass the hell out of my office. Now.”

  He’s so aggressive.

  “But I want you to …” I whisper. My eyes are stinging, like I might cry if he doesn’t give me what I want. I reach tentatively to touch his hair. I’ve been dreaming about weaving my fingers through his thick hair for months.

  His gaze is steel-hard. With rage and hundred-proof lust.

  “Jesus Christ,” he groans. “Look how fucking wet you are.”

  “For you, Professor Harrison. This is what happens every time I see you. It’s driving me crazy.”

  “Fuck, Ivy. No one can find out about this. I mean no one.”

  It’s exactly what I wanted him to say. It’s a surrender. “I won’t tell. I promise.”

  I weave my fingers further into his hair, pulling gently. He follows my lead. His face is close to me. His mouth is so close to my pussy. I already feel like I’m starting to come a little. Then, he does it: he leans closer and touches his mouth to my slippery folds. He licks his warm tongue along my bare flesh. Pleasure explodes inside me. One thing about Professor Harrison: once he surrenders to his lust, he is all in. His big hands grip my thighs hard and his mouth gets greedy with lust. He licks the soft lips of my pussy open, sliding his tongue into me, fucking me with his tongue. Then he swirls his tongue over my clit, playing with me, sucking on me until my orgasm crashes through me and I’m writhing against his mouth as he eats me with all the gusto of a starving man.

  I’m dizzy with pleasure. He’s so rough and raunchy, just like I knew he would be.

  I want more of him. I want all of him. I’m pulling his hair, wanting him closer.

  “Easy,” he says, his mouth wet from my juices. “Sweet baby girl.” His big hands are gripping my thighs, practically bruising me. I love what my hands have done to his hair, messing it all up.

  I want more.

  I lean over him a little so my bare breasts are close to his mouth. God, his eyes are so dark. His manly face is all wet with my juices. It’s too much. I need him. I feed my taut, rosy nipple to him, easing it between his full, parted lips. He bites me and I squeal softly. Then he suckles on me and it feels so good, fresh heat coats my pussy all over again.

  I want to come again. And I want to make him come. He’s too delicious.

  His cock is so hard the broad end of it is starting to burst out of the top of his pants. A drop of pre-cum is leaking out, gleaming. God, he’s so big. I move closer and gently sit down on his lap. My panties are still bunched to the side and I can feel the slippery head of his cock brush against my pussy lips. “Can I unzip you?” I whisper. “I just want to see it
. All of it.”

  He groans, which is basically a yes, so move to the side a little so I can unzip his pants and play with him. He growls a low oath as I start unzipping his pants. His cock bursts free and it’s huge. I’ve seen other guys’ cocks when they’ve tried to seduce me – without any luck – and they make Professor Harrison seem like a big hairy beast in comparison. I’m glad I waited. I’m glad I saved my virginity for someone so virile and masculine.

  I touch my fingers to the head of his cock.

  “This is what I think about when you’re standing up there in front of the class doing your teaching,” I say softly, as my fingers tease the tip of his cock. It’s so hard it feels like steel. “And that’s when my panties start getting damp, every time.”

  I take his hard cock in my hands and it’s heavy. My fingers ease around his thick shaft and squeeze a little, until little pulses of pre-cum start spilling. I swirl the moisture over his crown and his cock gets all shiny.

  “You’re a very naughty girl,” he says, his voice rasped.

  I smile shyly. “You’re naughty, too,” I tell him, because he is. He could get in big trouble for what he’s doing and he doesn’t even care. He wants me that much. And I want to give more. “I want to make you come,” I whisper.

  As soon as I say this, he pushes all the books and papers on his desk to the side.

  “Turn around,” he orders. His dominating tone make my pussy clench. I do it. I’ll do anything he tells me to.

  Then I feel his big hands on my thighs and it feels so good I moan. I feel his hands slide up my thighs and I moan loader, arching my back just a little. “Quiet,” he commands me. He takes the thin fabric of my panties and rips it so it’s just a shred that falls away.

  “Bend over,” he says.

  Oh, God. I do it. I bend over the desk. He slides my little skirt further up over my ass until it’s bunched around my waist. He forces my legs wider. My back arches further so my ass and my pussy are fully exposed to him. I feel his strong, warm hands slide higher, stroking across the skin of my ass. He opens me. He uses my juice and slides his thumbs across the tiny pucker of my ass, wetting it. He circles, over and over, until I’m squirming along with his movement. With his silky fingertips, he skates circles around my clit as he strokes my ass.