Her Dirty Professor Series (21+)

I choke back a laugh, tears coming to my eyes.

“I know, and I’m sorry,” I say again, my heart lifting with hope at his funny analogy. “Will you forgive me?”

Brant sighs again, but then moves to take a seat next to me on the couch and pulls me into his warm embrace.

“I do, Peyton,” he murmurs into my hair, his chest broad and strong as I melt against that huge form. “You may be a crazy person, but you’re my kind of crazy.”

Tears come to my eyes as I lean back to look at him.

“You mean it? You can overlook the bartending at a sex club, not to mention the anal prolapsing and the hare-brained scheme to get my mom and dad back together?”

He merely strokes my curls with one big hand, those blue eyes glimmering.

“I can overlook it. Or rather, I’m not going to overlook it, but I’m going to accept that as part of you. But no more bullshit,” he says in a stern voice. “I’m too old for this crap, and you’ll give me a heart attack if we keep going in this direction.”

With that I collapse into his arms, half-laughing and half-crying because I have the most wonderful man in the world before me. Brant Harrison is open-minded, non-judgmental, and most of all, he’s giving me a second chance. I don’t deserve it, I know. The crap I’ve pulled belongs in an angsty teenage drama where the characters are fifteen, but the good part is that that phase of my life is over now. I’m going to be a better person, and I’m going to make sure that Brant Harrison sees me at my best, instead of my worst.

“I promise you won’t regret this,” I murmur after leaning in for a deep kiss. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

The dark man merely chuckles and throws me a lopsided smile.

“Are you sure?” he growls roughly. “Old habits die hard, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, I’m sure,” I say while trailing a finger down his broad chest. “I promise, Daddy. No more drama. I’ll be a good girl from here on out.”

Then, our lips meet in another deep kiss even as my heart soars and my soul sings. After all, I plan to abide by my vow, which means that Brant Harrison is going to get the best version of Peyton there is, with no regrets, no reservations, and only a world of honesty and sincerity going forwards.

EPILOGUE

Peyton

Three months later.

I moan headily as Brant positions himself between my legs. My prolapse trembles in the air, and Brant doesn’t hesitate at all. The handsome man lowers his head and begins sucking and licking the jelly-like ball of flesh, groaning with arousal.

“Fuck you’re beautiful, baby,” he rasps. “I’ve never met a girl dirtier than you.”

I smile at him while tugging at my nipples.

“Then fuck my prolapse, Daddy. Show me how much you love me.”

The gorgeous older man doesn’t hesitate. He parts my thighs wider before pulling up, and then positions his cockhead at the bulbous mass of flesh. His cock is weeping already, thick and veiny, and I moan deliriously as he pushes into the ruby-colored ball before entering my ass.

“Oh yes!” I scream. “Mmmm!”

“Fuck yeah,” Brant groans while beginning a deep rhythm in my anus. “You’re so fucking dirty and it turns me on so much.”

After all, Brant and I go at it non-stop in the sack even more than before. After our make-up conversation, I moved straight into his home. I know it’s jumping the gun, but I was staying in a Best Western and this made the most sense. Besides, Brant has plenty of space in his house and living together means that we can go at it like rabbits morning, noon and night. As a result, I packed my bags and it’s been great, actually. I’m not working at the moment, but Brant says to take my time finding a job. Meanwhile, I have gotten involved in the local community theater, and it’s nice to stretch my wings in the dramatic arts once again. I even have a new show coming up called Old Towne, and my boyfriend’s promised to come see me perform.

But the best part of our relationship is that it’s deepened. At first, I was on tenterhooks because it was so new. We were just getting to know each other, and yet we were living together full-time too. But after an initial flurry of non-stop sex, we settled into a nice rhythm. Brant still cleans pools, but he’s home every day around five p. m., and by then, I’ll have dinner ready on the table. We eat together while conversing like normal adults, and then repair to the bedroom before making the walls shake. If you ask me, this is the perfect set-up, and I’d say that my man agrees as well.

Meanwhile, Brant’s quickly approaching climax, and I squeeze my back walls around his cock, massaging the pulsing shaft.

“Yes Daddy,” I pant. “You feel so good.”

“You feel good, baby,” he rasps, looking down at me with blazing blue eyes even as his cock drills me relentlessly in my back door. “Fuck fuck FUCK!”

It happens then. We soar over the edge at the same time, my wails rising to twine around his. That enormous member explodes in my rectum, spraying me with lash after lash of virile seed even as I seize and shudder, my anal walls milking his dick for more.

“Mmm!” I squeal. “Oh yes!”

We moan and writhe for a while longer as my ass drains his balls dry. Then, Brant collapses on me, his huge form sweaty and heavy.

“Hey, you’re crushing me!” I squeal from beneath the massive wall of his chest. “I can’t breathe.”

“Sorry honey,” he smirks before pushing himself up and pulling out. “I’m sure it didn’t hurt, right? You’re so plush and curvy, with plenty of padding.”

“I know,” I say while rolling my eyes. “I swear, living with you has made me put on twenty pounds.”

Brant slaps my haunches then, watching appreciatively as the white flesh jiggles and shakes.

“Yeah, but it’s a good twenty pounds, honey,” he drawls. “And you could stand to add another twenty and look even better.”

“Oh you!” I squeal. “How will I play the part of Annelise in Old Towne if I’m busting out of my dress?”

Brant shrugs and smirks again.

“Maybe it’ll be better if you bust out of your costume,” he rasps. “It’ll give the good citizens of Oakdale something to talk about.”

After all, our little community has always had a tendency to gossip, but thankfully, they’re not talking about my parents anymore. It’s not that everything with Rudy and Monica is normal again. In fact, the most surprising thing has happened. After Monica stopped cheating on Rudy, my dad came out of his makeshift bedroom, so that’s a huge win in and of itself.

But interestingly, Rudy’s lost interest in my mom and seems to be detaching himself from their relationship. They’re still both living in the house, but my guess is that my dad will be divorcing Monica in the next year or so. They’ve been married for twenty years, so it’ll be tough, but I think Rudy’s doing the right thing. He shouldn’t fear a gray divorce after what she put him through.

As a result, my parents are stable, more or less, for the moment. I don’t know what’s going to happen to their relationship, but I know that I shouldn’t intervene. After the near-catastrophe with Brant, my takeaway is that I should stay far away, and let things run their own course.

Meanwhile, Brant returns from the bathroom before gently placing a warm, damp towel against my ravaged behind.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he growls. “I know I always take you hard.”

“Yeah, but I love it,” I smile. “It feels so good having you in my body.”

My gorgeous boyfriend leans forward to kiss me.

“Good,” he rasps. “You’re a dirty girl and I love being inside all three of your holes, day and night.”

I giggle.

“But you know that I’m not the only girl who’s bad in this town, right? I think my friend Raelynn is up to no good.”Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

Brant’s eyebrows fly up.

“You think? I thought you guys were best friends who told each other everything.”

I nod slowly.

“We are, but this is something super-secret and filthy. Raelynn did a threesome recently, and she loved it. She says it made her feel so full and womanly, and she wants to do it again.”

Brant lets out a low whistle

“Shit, a threesome? I’m impressed. You guys really are dirty girls.”

I giggle.

“I know right? Of course, I would never do a threesome unless you were on board, Mr. Harrison. But what’s really sketchy about Rae’s threesome is that it was Rae, her boyfriend, and a third man who I think is her stepfather.”

That stops Brant in his tracks.

“Are you shitting me?”

I shake my head slowly.

“No, I’ve sensed something between Rae and Mr. Ward for a while now. Nothing concrete, but the air sizzles when they’re in the same room, and Rae blushes whenever I mention him. She hasn’t said anything though, and so far, won’t confirm who the third man is.”

Brant merely lets out another long, low whistle.

“Holy shit. I don’t know Hunter Ward well, but we’ve gotten drinks before, and he’s never mentioned his stepdaughter. At least not in that sense. What a dirty motherfucker.”

I shrug and smile.

“Well, I don’t know that it’s him for sure, so we’re jumping to conclusions. But yeah, my spidey sense tells me that something’s going on there.”

Brant reaches forward and tickles my pussy then, running those huge fingers through my moist folds.

“Is your spidey sense telling you something else, baby girl? Is it tingling and making you feel good?” he smirks.

“Oh you!” I cry out with pleasure. “Goodness!”

With that, our loving starts again as the handsome older man takes me relentlessly, claiming me as his. But that’s what I love about Brant Harrison. Maybe we were never meant to be together. Maybe we were never even meant to meet. But through my mom, my dad, and my whole screwed-up family situation, something good came out of the mess: our love, and what we mean to each other.

THE END