Brittany's p**y throbbed and pulsed, begging to be filled up with his massive d**k. Dylan’s d**k nudged the curve of her entrance, fueling her desires and needs for him. As he pushed his d**k into her, her p**y expanded to accommodate him. He wasted no time in pounding as he moved to the hilt inside her, filling her up with his entire length.

“Argh!” A moan escaped from Brittany's lips..

Brittany gripped the sheet, her breath coming out in short bursts as she awaited how he would explore her body in ways she'd never experienced before.

Her heart raced with a mix of excitement and nervousness as his hands began to roam over her skin, tracing the curves of her body with a gentle touch that sent shivers down her spine.

He was above her, his d**k plunged and buried in her with his hands fondling and kneading her plump tits.

As he grazed her ear with his tongue, he whispered, “You're no longer mommy's good girl, Brittany. You're daddy's little kitten. Do you know what usually happens to bad girls who are called kittens?”

He asked while Brittany shook her head, her entire body shuddering as her anticipation mounted. His eyes locked onto hers, filled with a desire that mirrored her own, as he whispered, "They get punished.”

With that, he smacked her ass, eliciting a moan from her.

“Hmmm..” She moaned, her voice muffled by the pillow as she leaned in, his warm breath whispering against her skin. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, her body trembling with expectation.

He smacked her ass once more, and she squirted right on his d**k.

“Damn! You're so fucking wet for daddy,” Dylan spoke as he slid his fingers into her clit, rubbing and sending her to an extreme stage of cloud nine.

“Fuck…please, daddy..” Brittany whispered as pleasure surged through her, drowning her like current.

“Once I'm done with you, you won't be able to walk for days, kitten,” Dylan said in a final tone that dripped with sensual warning.

Holding her thighs, he slammed into her with full force while her p**y stretched once more, adjusting to his huge size.

He rammed into her fiercely, his hips slapping against her round ass. The bed came in contact with the wall, the creak sound and their moans piercing the silence.

Dylan rocked his hips backwards and thrusted into her, increasing his pace. His primal instincts roared to life as he pinned her head against the pillow, pushing her ass closer to him.

He groaned, pounding harder, faster and rougher while Brittany's tears wet her blindfold. She began to move her hips in rhythm to his strokes. As he smacked her ass once more, she convulsed with pleasure, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

He continued with fast paces while she kept her eyes closed, feeling the mixture of pain and pleasure from his d**k banging the walls of her p**y.

"That's it kitten! Feel me inside you. You're so fucking tight.”

Dylan grunted as he made repeated thrusts, their lewd sounds echoing through the room, punctuated by the clapping of skin against skin.

He slid his fingers under her arms and held her tightly. Then, she felt his breath fanning her ears.

"F**k!" He grunted, pulling his d**k out. He breathed and gasped, and she felt the remaining c*m from his d**k dripping on her pussy lips.

Dylan used his hand to hold his cock, and then he tapped her Virginia entrance with the tip of his cock. Her p**y responded by twitching and oozing out his cum, slowly sliding down her asshole..

Swiftly, he spun her around to face him.

Grabbing her legs, he bent her in two, making sure her knees were touching her shoulders before plunging his d**k into her already wet p**y again. He sank and drove in and her cry rendered in the cold air that evening.

“You love being punished, don't you?” He asked, running his tongue down her chest to her two tits. Her entire body jerked with pleasure as she nodded.

He moved his hands to her side, cupping her hips, holding it firm within his grasp as he went harder. She squeezed around him, and her toes curled instinctively as he began thrusting once more, hitting every part of her G-spot.

"F**k! I want to feel that sweet pussy cum all over my d**k." He reared her up and placed her so that his cock was still inside her and her butt was on his thighs.

"Yeah! That feels so good!" He said as he pounded faster, fucking her harder than before. Her legs remained wrapped around his waist and when he went deeper, she gasped and that gave him the chance to clash his lips against hers, with his tongue gliding in and sucking hers.

“We're nowhere over, kitten. You asked for this and I'll give it to you,” Dylan mumbled, gripping her thighs and rocking his hips against hers, his trust hitting parts that made her see stars.

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After some weeks, Brittany could get along with some friends and coarse mates in Notre Dame. She was extremely close to Fiona, her roommate. They shared items, meals, and even secrets. Brittany had told her about her forbidden crush on her uncle and Fiona had also shared her secrets about having feelings for one of their professors at the university.

“Which of the professors are you referring to?” Brittany asked once they stepped out of their dormitory.

Different students roamed the corridors and halls, their chats and gossips filling the air.

Fiona clutched the book she was holding to her chest and adjusted her spectacles.

A broad smile tugged at her lips as she revealed. “I'm referring to Professor Thompson, Brittany.”

“Wow!” Brittany mumbled, her eyes going wide as she struggled to process her words.

Confused, she mumbled, “I know we have a lot of professors, but I have no clue who professor Thomson is.”

Fiona's cheeks flushed, and she glanced around nervously before leaning in. “Shh. Not so loud. He teaches literature.”

“Oh,” Brittany mumbled with a nod.

“Yeah. And the way he explains complex themes is really captivating.” Fiona replied, pushing a strand of her hair behind her ears.

Brittany smiled mischievously.

Winking at her, she spoke, “You're totally smitten.”

Fiona rolled her eyes playfully and clicked her tongue. “You need to see how he teaches. I get to understand complex subjects. It just hurts that most girls are also infatuated with him. How would he be able to notice me when he has several girls fawning over him in class and around campus?”

Fiona sighed, feeling like she was just another face in the crowd, lost among the sea of admirers.

As they approached their next class, Brittany smiled as she nudged Fiona playfully. “You know what.. you should totally ask him for advice on your paper..who knows, maybe he might even notice you in a different way?”

Fiona nodded, her eyes flashing with excitement. “Wow. I think I'll take your advice, Brittany..”

The class commenced once a lecturer stepped in. Silence ensued, with every attention drawn to his stern face.

Brittany sighed and reclined on her chair, but as she listened to his boring lectures, a smile curled at her lips as her thoughts drifted towards Dylan .

After lectures, she headed down the hallway alone while Fiona went for a club meeting. Brittany wasn't a fan of clubs, so she prefers to spend her free time reading or watching movies.

She was on her way to her dormitory when a hand pulled her to a corner..

A stifled gasp escaped her lips as her gaze settled on a tall man with a broad chest, the muscles rippling beneath his fitted shirt. His rugged features and chiseled jaw only added to the aura of strength surrounding him.

Brittany's gaze went to the tag on his shirt, which had his name on it.

“Professor Thompson?…” She whispered, looking up at his deep blue eyes which held hers in their grasp. Isn't this the same man Fiona was talking about?

What the heck does he want with her?

And then her eyes narrowed as she took in his features, trying to recall where she had seen him.

Professor Thompson's eyes narrowed slightly as he spoke,

"I've been keeping an eye on you, Brittany, And I've noticed you've been leaving school grounds regularly to visit someone. Care to tell me who?" His tone was neutral, but his gaze was piercing, as if searching for any hint of deception.

Brittany's eyes went wide with shock.

And that was when it dawned on her.

He was the same man who had tried to speak to her when she first stepped into Notre Dame.

She couldn't shake the memory of how she'd brushed Professor Thompson off, still reeling from the sting of Dylan 's rejection.

Her mind was preoccupied by the pain of his refusal to let her move off campus with him, and she barely noticed the professor trying to engage her. Now, she wondered if that distant behavior had raised some red flags.

A faint smile appeared on his face as he leaned forward, his hands in his pocket.

“Wh-who are you?” Brittany asked, her voice laced with curiosity.

“I'm a lecturer here…”

“No, I mean. Why are you spying on me?”

“Your mom told me to keep a watch on you, Britt.” He replied, his tone neutral.

“Wh- what! Why did my mom ask you to keep a watch on me? What for?!” Brittany asked, eyes wide.

He smirked, his expression unreadable, and then his voice dropped into a slightly firmer tone. “I guess your mom is concerned about your wellbeing And I intend to find out what was going on..”

“What do you know? Do- do you suspect anything?”

He paused, his lips conformed into a thin line.

And then he broke the silence. “I’m aware of your little secret, Britt. Your obsession with your uncle, Dylan .”

A heavy lump settled in Brittany's throat, her eyes wide with fear.

“Please, don't tell my mom about this. You'll - you'll never imagine what would happen if she finds out about Dylan and me. Can you keep this between us?”

Brittany implored, hoping he'd understand.

Thompson's expression turned sinister, and a sly smile curled at his lips. Tracing his fingers on her cheeks, he leaned forward and whispered, “You ignored me when I tried to speak to you the first time I saw you.”

Brittany swallowed hard. “It's not like I intend to ignore you. I - I was…”

“I see. You were angry because of Dylan ?”

“How the hell did you know?”

“I saw you two. I saw the expression on your face and I knew you must have had some epic arguments.”

Thompson slid his fingers into her hair, his cool blue eyes sizing her up with a hint of lust in it.

As he stepped closer, he placed his hand on the wall and whispered in her ears, “I can't seem to get my eyes off you, Britt. I'll do as you wish. Keep it a secret from your mom but you have to give me those same pleasures you give to Dylan .”

With that, he licked her earlobe, causing her to release cute moans. Hoisting her with his muscles, he raised her skirt and shifted her panties aside, plucking two fingers in her cunt.

“You’re so tight..” He whispered as he withdrew his fingers from her and licked it.

“What do you say?” He asked as he ran his tongue up and down her neck, sending shivers down her spine. The sensitive gentle touch sparked a flutter in her chest, and she leaned into his dangerous caress, her skin sensitive to his warm breath.

“Do you agree with this?”

“Tell me, Britt.. Do you agree with this?” He asked, his baritone voice low and husky, sending shivers down Brittany’s spine. As he circled her clit and nibbled it while she shuddered, her arousal building.

“Mmmph…” She mumbled, trying hard to suppress her moans. Thompson wasn't ready to leave her, he wanted to get an answer from her before going ahead with the intimate encounter they were building towards.

He loved it, how she fought to muffled her moans, how she melted into him like she was made for him.

“Oh, fuck..” Brittany moaned and rolled her eyes, her p**y throbbing as he thrusted with his fingers.

Her body thrashed against him as he explored every corner of her wall. With her back arching, she spread her leg even wider, eliciting a mischievous grin from him.

“Dammit. You're so wet, Britt. You're such a good girl. A good bad girl, innit?” He asked, nibbling her ear.

She nodded, placing both hands on his broad chest, her body shaking with pent desire as he drove her to an extreme stage of cloud nine.

He savored the way she trembled beneath his touch, her body responding to his every caress. The sound of her muffled moans only fueled his desire, and he knew he had to have her, all of her, in every way possible. "Britt," he whispered, his voice husky with need. With his eyes locking onto hers, the intensity burned brighter as he repeated, "Do you agree with this? With this...with us?"

The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning, and Britt's pulse quickened in response. She felt the weight of her answer, the potential consequences of her response, and yet, she couldn't deny the spark that had been growing between them.

"Yes," she whispered finally, the word tumbling out like a confession. "I agree.”

Thompson smirked as he ran the tip of his tongue on her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine.

The gentle touch was a tease of what was to come. It ignited a flame within her, and she felt herself melting more into his embrace.

He planted a kiss on her forehead, and a trickle ran down her spine, a shiver that had nothing to do with the warmth of his lips.

“You're so sweet. So fucking wet for me, Britt.” He spoke as he plucked his third finger in, rolling, pinching and thrusting.

Spanking her p**y, he added, “Now, tell me. I need you to say it louder. Do you agree with this, Britt.”

Her teeth sucked her lower lip, the pleasure drowning her like current.

“Say it…” Thompson whispered in her ears, his thrusts getting heavier

“Mmmph…..” Britt moaned, her breath coming out in short bursts.

“Tell me … I wanna hear it, loud and clear.” He grunted, feeling himself getting harder.

She nodded and replied, “I - I agree to whatever you want.” she whispered, her words lost in the heat of the moment.

A victorious smile tugged at the corners of Thompson's lips. As he continued with fast paces in her p**y, he brushed his lips against her forehead ears and whispered, “Good girl.”

Britt grasped the edge of the table as he kept licking her earlobes.

He had a thing for ears and she couldn't help but giggle at the ticklish sensation. "You're obsessed with ears," she teased, her voice barely above a whisper. He chuckled, the sound low and husky, as he continued to lavish attention on her sensitive skin. And then, they stared into each other’s eyes for what felt like an eternity.

With a swift movement, Thompson wrapped his arms around her and claimed her lips roughly, biting it and sucking on it till they were swollen.

Their breathing became ragged as they deepened their kiss, their bodies thrashing against each other.

Every gasp, every sigh, seemed to fuel the fire that was building, threatening to consume them both. The silence was heavy with expectation, the air charged with unspoken promises.

“You're so sweet, Britt. You don't wanna know how hard I am right now..” Thompson spoke as he shoved her gently to the table.

Brittany’s rampaging heartbeat slowed down as she stared at him, wondering what he was about to do.

Grabbing the back of her knees, he threw them over his shoulder and then shifted her to the edge of the desk.

Leaning towards her, he buried his face beneath her thighs, inhaling the scent of her desire.

“You smell so fucking goooood.” He rasped before sticking his tongue out

He ran it over her clit, lapping up her juices.

A moan tore from Brittany's lips at the amazing sensations of his hot tongue against her wet folds. He grunted as he began eating her, his tongue thrashing against her sensitive flesh

“Oh gosh!” Brittany moaned once more, throwing her hands into his hair and grasping it tightly. His tongue thrusted into her, fucking her tight cunt with brutal precision.

She moaned and whispered as his tongue circled her clit, sucking, nibbling and thrusting faster.

She threw her head back as she rocked her hips into his face, grinding into his mouth.

“You taste so damn good, Britt. I could eat you all day..”

His lips closed around her clit, sucking it hard.

“I'll fuck you till your legs scream for mercy..” He whispered, his eyes darkening with lust as he stared at Brittany whose lips parted with cute moans escaping from them.