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Claimed By My Professor,Loved By His Son Novel Cover

Claimed By My Professor,Loved By His Son

(WARNING!!!MATURED CONTENTS!!RATED18+) I will have her! You can't do anything about it!" Regan exclaimed, gritting his teeth. "And you think I can't do anything about it, huh?" His father retorted, casting baleful looks at him. "I don't care what you're gonna do, I'd still have her all the same!" He concluded. ***After some set backs in her grades, Maya's mother makes a decision and got her a home tutor who turned out to be super hot, smart, domineering middle aged man whose eyes begin to set her skin ablaze without him setting a finger on her.When he begins to cast secret and accepted looks to her, maya soon finds herself fantasizing about him all day long.Maya finds herself entangled with him and their escapades begin to turn more just a simple tutor and learner relationship both at school and back at his house.  Then the unexpected happens in the form of the professor's son, Regan returning from the university and taking an instant liking to her.Now she is torn between regan's true love for her and the burning passion she shares with the professor.What would happen if or when the professor discovers what is going on between her and his son, regan.What would she do now, if asked to choose, who will she choose and what would the fate for this love triangle be?Will Maya have a rethink about her decision? Read to find out as Maya  fate leave you breathless. Age gape☑ Steamy story☑ professor& student☑ Lust☑ love triangle☑
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Chapter 3

Prof Logan's POV

I was esctatic and happy for this incredible, massive opportunity I never thought I'd experience or achieve in my entire life. I can't believe my luck right now. I can't believe I'm presently standing in her living room, gazing at the object of my obsession, looking as beautiful and sexy as fuck as always. That singlet, with those inviting glimpses of her magnificent, tight, denim shorts, revealing every single shape and contour of her buttocks…

Fuck.

I can already feel my cock stretching uncontrollably in my pants as I struggle to keep my sanity intact and not do anything crazy yet. I have to take this slowly. I don't want to rush things. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and if I make the biggest mistake ever and allow everything to come crashing down, it will leave me with a lifetime of extreme regret.

I know I don't actually need to work too hard to achieve this aim of mine. It's already been evident from the beginning that she fancies me. The way she keeps looking at me, the way she avoids my gaze whenever I turn to look at her, the way she's extremely nervous whenever I try to make small talk with her, even though they're entirely professional… And fucking Lord, the way she bites those sexy-looking pink lips of hers whenever she wants to answer a question in class. God, it just drives me completely mad. I don't even have any sort of perfect way in my head to think rationally whenever she begins to look at me with those sexy eyes of hers.

I look at her thighs, and I can swear my head spins. So smooth and so silky and so creamy white and so alluring all at the same time. I'm suddenly feeling the urge to just hold tightly against her, and then a strange erotic image comes to my mind: a picture of myself holding her hard against myself, spreading her legs, and getting in between those nice-looking, beautiful thighs, while I rail and pound her against the sofa as she screams my name.

Fuck. My cock becomes incredibly visibly hard in my pants, but I try my possible best to keep my desires under control, using every single struggle I can muster to ensure that she doesn't look down and behold the visible bulge.

"So, aren't you going to move over so we can begin the lessons, or do you intend to just stand there looking at me like you've never seen me before?" I tell her, watching as she chuckles and looks around her, scratching her hand against her neck nervously. I can notice the glistening of her skin, signifying just how extremely nervous she is, and it's causing her to sweat.

"I'm sorry, my books are not here, so I will have to head upstairs to my room to get them immediately."

"Good. I need you to do that as quickly as possible because I don't have all the time in the world. I have something important I need to get to right now," I tell her immediately, watching as she nods her head quickly.

She quickly turns around to go, and I behold the alluring sight of her beautiful, nicely shaped ass bouncing invitingly as she walks away, and I lose control of myself.

Crap!

"Wait." I call instantly, and watch as she stops immediately a few meters away from the staircase. She slowly turns around to look at me with those beautiful brown eyes of hers, and I smile mischievously.

"Come over here. I'm noticing something at your back. I want to help you get it off," I say, and she looks a little bit hesitant.

I take a deep breath and shake my head.

"Hey, take a deep breath and relax, okay? I'm not doing anything to harm you. I'm actually serious. There's something at the back of your singlet that doesn't look nice. Your hand won't be able to reach it, so I just want to help you."

She looks at me for a short while with disbelief in her eyes before slowly walking over to me. She stands before me, and I give her a signal asking her to turn around and back me. She slowly obeys, and I can notice how her hands are visibly trembling, probably wondering what I'm about to do to her. I smell her, and then find myself gazing down at her enormous backside a few meters away from my elongated, erect cock, and my brain begins to spin excessively hard in my head.

Fuck. I'm going so crazy right now, and I'm losing control of myself. I bite down hard against my bottom lip as I continue to look at her buttocks, feeling the supreme urge to bring my hands down and squeeze it and caress it, and probably slide my hand down to her pussy beneath.

Fuck.

I shake my head quickly and clear my throat, trying to regain control of my sanity. She's literally driving me so insane right now, and a time will come where I might not be able to control myself.

I smile as I quickly brush my hand against her back, pretending as if I actually removed something. "Great, it's gone now. Go and get your books. We don't have all the time in the world."

I notice her shoulders quickly relax after going through a heavy tension, and it makes me smile. This is just the beginning, baby girl. You have no idea how numerous the amount of things I want to do to you.

I seriously cannot wait to see her kneeling before me when I slam myself into that beautiful, tight pussy of hers. I find myself thinking and imagining how tight she will be around me, and it makes me clench my teeth together. I am slowly losing control of myself.

She's probably still going to be a virgin, and that is just how I like it. I want to be the first one to taste her. I want to be the first one to have her. I want to be the first one to claim her. She is mine and nobody else's.

She slowly begins to make her way towards the staircase once again, but then she trips against my backpack on the floor a few meters away, almost falling to the ground. I quickly grab hold of her waist and pull her backwards, holding her tightly against myself, feeling the suppressed, uncontrollable contact of her ass pressing hard against my hard dick, and she gasps.

Oh, great, I guess. There goes my control. I'm about to lose my sanity right now, and she probably has already felt the effect of what I'm feeling for her right now. I'm finding it so extremely hard and reluctant to let go as I continue to hold her tightly against myself, enjoying the feeling of her soft ass against my dick.

God, I think I can already feel myself cuming just feeling it alone. How then am I going to feel when I slam hard into her and she screams my name?

Fuck. I find myself suddenly shivering uncontrollably as I hold her tightly behind me, slowly planting a slight kiss against her shoulder.

She shivers at the contact, and the fact that she is not actually protesting against this is what's making me even harder. I mean, what else am I supposed to expect? She actually wants this. This is something I've noticed in her since the very beginning I laid eyes on her.

She has always been craving me. She has always wanted me, and I've realized the amount of jealousy she exhibits whenever I flirt with the other female teachers. The realization of all that just keeps making me go crazy, and I've always thought of trying to figure out a way I can get to her.

But it would sound extremely unprofessional for a professor to have any sort of intimate affair with any of the students, and it would have tainted my reputation back at school. But now this is my chance. It's just going to be the both of us every single day for an entire fucking month. I'm going to have her to myself alone without any interruptions.

Thank goodness she is mostly alone at home. Her younger brother, Ezra has soccer practice every evening by this time till dusk and her father… Well, there is no way he can ever be around. May his perfect soul rest in peace.

I find myself groaning, struggling to regain control of my sanity as I hold her tightly to myself, still planting slow, slight kisses against her shoulder.

"Uhmm… Professor Logan," she whispers softly, "you need to stop, please. What are you doing? We need to start the lesson right now," she says, and it makes me smile.

I chuckle and quickly clear my throat, trying to regain control of myself as I shake my head briskly.

"Oh yes, of course, you're right. no problem," I say, and slowly let go of her body reluctantly. Oh, good Lord, I miss the feeling of that soft ass against my dick. I want to feel it once again. I want her to bend over. I want to grip tightly against her hair and insert myself deep into her so that every single thing she would think about and remember all the days of her life is me.

I chuckle and continue to watch her ass as she slowly begins to walk away, and I can't resist the temptation to just tap against it swiftly.

She gasps and quickly turns around to look at me with shock. "What the hell is the meaning of that? That is just so unprofessional," she says loudly, and it makes me smile as I gaze at her intensely, winking at her.

I observe the movement of her throat, and she swallows hard immediately I do that, and it makes me smile.

"Yeah, I know it's unprofessional, dear, and I have no intention of doing anything else to you. I just love the sight of your backside, though. It looks well-shaped and nicely curved."

" Never knew you were hiding this precious treasure beneath that bulky-looking school uniform of yours. But well, you have nothing to worry about, okay? There is nothing that's going to be unprofessional between the both of us as long as I'm lecturing here at home"

"No one is going to question us, and no one here to determine what I want to do to enable you to understand anything I want you to understand. Do you get me? And for the record, don't let anything get into your head. I'm not after you in any specific way. I'm only here to lecture you."

She looks at me for a brief moment, and I notice the disappointment crossing her expression. The sight of that just makes me smile intensely.

"Oh dear, you are seriously going to be the death of me," I think to myself as I nod my head quickly and dismiss her so she can go and get her books.

Then I relax against the sofa, thinking deeply of my easy luck and smiling to myself.

This coming month is literally going to be the best month of my life..

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