Sinful Semester(Dripping College Desires)

Make Me C*M, Professor#8

Emma’s Pov

The next morning I dragged myself downstairs, still half asleep and trying not to think about last night. My p***y was still a little sore from how hard I’d fingered myself watching James f**k my mom. I shook my head and went straight to the kitchen to make breakfast. Eggs, toast, coffee — normal s**t to keep my mind busy.

I was cracking eggs when I heard footsteps. Mom and James came down together, all wrapped up in each other. Mom was giggling, clinging to his arm like a teenager. James had his hand on her waist, looking relaxed and satisfied.

My stomach twisted. I couldn’t stop replaying it — him slamming into her, the way his ass flexed with every hard thrust, how wet it made me. What the f**k is wrong with you, Emma? I thought. That’s your mom he was destroying last night and you’re getting horny again?

“Good morning, love,” Mom said cheerfully, kissing my cheek.

“Morning,” I muttered, keeping my eyes on the pan.

James looked right at me, that dark little smirk playing on his lips. “How was your night, Emma?”

He knew. The way he said it, the way his eyes dragged over me, he f*****g knew I’d watched.

“It was fine,” I said quickly, turning back to the stove so they wouldn’t see my face getting hot.

Mom poured herself some coffee. “Emma, I have something to tell you.”

I looked up fast. “Mom? Is anything wrong? What happened?”

She sighed and leaned against James. “You know how my job is. I have this impromptu meeting I can’t miss. We were supposed to start our honeymoon, but it’s pushed back. I’ll be gone for four or five days.”

She squeezed James’s arm tighter. “I just want you to stay here with James while I’m away, okay? Take care of each other.”

My heart jumped. Part of me was screaming yes because I wanted him all to myself. The other part felt like the worst daughter on earth. I forced a smile.

“Oh… okay. I’ll miss you. Please call me every day, alright?”

Mom smiled big. “Of course, honey. Now let’s eat breakfast together before I go.”

Breakfast was quiet as hell. Nobody said much. I kept stealing glances at James and he kept looking back, heat in his eyes. Mom didn’t seem to notice. When we finished, they went upstairs to get her stuff ready.

I went back to my room and checked my phone. The group chat with Ashley and Alexis was blowing up.

Ashley: How’s the new stepdad life??? Spill!!!

Alexis: Is it weird yet??

I typed fast: Fine. Everything’s fine. He’s cool I guess.

I tossed the phone on the bed. A few minutes later I heard the front door open. Mom was leaving. I ran downstairs and hugged her tight.

“Be safe, Mom. Call me.”

She kissed my forehead. “I will, baby. Love you.”

Then she was gone. The door clicked shut and the house went dead quiet.

I let out a long breath. Shower. I needed a shower to clear my head.

I went into the bathroom, stripped off my clothes, and stepped under the hot water. The steam felt good. I closed my eyes and let it run down my body.

The door suddenly opened.

I jumped, covering my t**s with my arms. “James! Why did you open the door like that?”

He stepped inside, already pulling his shirt off. His eyes were locked on me, dark and hungry. Water was still pouring over my naked body.

“I’ve already seen everything, Emma,” he said, voice low. “And trust me… I want you. Bad.”

A little wave of jealousy hit me. “You were f*****g my mom yesterday. Hard. Now you want me?”

He kicked the door shut and came closer, completely naked now. His c**k was already getting hard. “Yeah. And now I’m gonna f**k you even harder.”

My p***y clenched just hearing him say it. “Prove.”

That was all he needed.

He spun me around fast. My hands slapped against the wet tile wall. He smacked my ass hard, it was so loud crack that echoed in the shower. I yelped.

“Ow! f**k—”

He didn’t wait. He grabbed my hips, lined up, and slammed his thick c**k into me in one brutal thrust. I cried out, the stretch burning so good. The shower was still running, water splashing everywhere as he started pounding me from behind.

“s**t—James—” I gasped, pushing back against him.

He f****d me raw and fast, hips slapping loud against my ass. Every thrust shoved me harder into the wall. His hand came down again, spanking me over and over while he railed me.

“So f*****g tight,” he growled. “This p***y is mine now.”

He pulled out suddenly, spun me around, and lifted me up like I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He slammed back inside me, holding me against the wall while he f****d up into me hard. The water made everything slippery and messy. My t**s bounced with every savage thrust.

I was moaning loud, nails digging into his shoulders. He was hitting so deep it hurt in the best way.

We stayed like that for a minute, then he carried me out of the shower, still buried inside me, both of us dripping wet. He didn’t even bother with towels. He took me straight to the comfy chair in his room and dropped me onto it.

“Open your legs for me, love,” he ordered, voice rough.

I spread them wide, breathing fast. He got on his knees, shoved my thighs apart even more, and buried his face in my p***y. His tongue was brutal… licking, sucking my c**t hard, then shoving two thick fingers inside me and pumping fast.

“Oh my God…” I screamed, hips bucking against his mouth.

He ate me like he was starving, sucking my c**t so hard my eyes rolled back. Then he added a third finger, stretching me, f*****g me with them while his tongue flicked nonstop.

“You’re gonna c*m on my tongue,” he growled against my p***y. “And I want everybody to hear it. Scream for me. Let the whole f*****g neighborhood know who’s f*****g you.”

I was losing it. “Professor—f**k—Professor James!”

He sucked harder when I called him that. “That’s right. Call me Professor. Not dad. Never f*****g dad. I’m the one destroying this pussy.”

The pressure built fast and nasty. My legs shook. I grabbed his hair and ground against his face.

“I’m gonna—oh s**t—I’m cumming—”

I screamed as the orgasm hit me like a truck. My whole body jerked, p***y gushing on his tongue and fingers. He didn’t stop. He kept sucking and fingering me through it, drawing it out until I was shaking and whimpering.

I came down from that high breathing like I’d run a marathon, legs still trembling around his head.

Sorry mum.