Dirty Erotica; Daddy's Little Kitten.

Chapter 5. Tangled Web

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 t**s.

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 f*****g wet for daddy,” Dylan spoke as he slid his fingers into her c**t, rubbing and sending her to an extreme stage of cloud nine.

“f**k…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 f*****g 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 p***y lips.

Dylan used his hand to hold his c**k, and then he tapped her Virgina entrance with the tip of his c**k. Her p**y responded by twitching and oozing out his c*m, 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 t**s. 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 p***y c*m all over my d**k." He reared her up and placed her so that his c**k was still inside her and her butt was on his thighs.

"Yeah! That feels so good!" He said as he pounded faster, f*****g 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?”