Living With My Yandere Professor

Scarlett’s only response was a needy moan around his cock as she continued to serve him with her mouth, her body writhing under his skillful hands.

Andrew groaned deeply, enjoying the wet heat of her mouth for a few more moments before he gently pulled his cock out from between her lips with a soft pop. A thin string of saliva connected her swollen lips to the glistening head.

"It’s enough," he whispered, his voice thick with lust and affection. "Turn around for me."

Scarlett obeyed without protest. She got on her hands and knees on the bed, presenting herself to him in doggy style. Her back arched naturally, pushing her round ass upward. Her knees were spread apart, and her heavy breasts hung beneath her, nipples still hard from his earlier attention. The position made her look both vulnerable and incredibly alluring.

Andrew moved behind her, his hands gently caressing her smooth back and the curve of her waist. He admired the view for a moment, the elegant line of her spine, the fullness of her ass, and the glistening wetness between her thighs.

He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself on his knees behind her. One hand rested on her hip while the other guided his hard, throbbing cock. He rubbed the swollen head up and down along her slick folds, coating himself with her juices, teasing her entrance deliberately. Scarlett shivered and pushed back slightly, silently begging for him.

Andrew leaned forward, pressing his chest against her back, and whispered near her ear, "I love you like this." 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Then he pushed forward.

The head of his cock slowly parted her folds and sank into her tight, wet heat. Inch by inch, he entered her until his hips were flush against her ass, burying himself completely inside her. Scarlett let out a long, shaky moan as she was filled once again.

Andrew stayed still for a few seconds, savoring the feeling of her walls clenching around him. Then he began to move, slow, deep strokes that made her body rock forward with each thrust.

While he fucked her, his hand reached underneath her. His fingers found her swollen clit and started rubbing it in firm, steady circles, adding another layer of pleasure. Scarlett’s moans grew louder, her back arching more as she pushed back to meet his thrusts.

Andrew’s other hand moved up, gathering her long, beautiful red hair in his fist. He gently pulled it, not too hard, just enough to tilt her head back slightly as he increased the pace of his strokes. His hips slapped rhythmically against her ass, the sound mixing with their heavy breathing and her sweet moans.

"That’s it... take me deep," he murmured, his voice low and loving. He continued thrusting into her with steady, powerful strokes while his fingers worked her clit faster. The dual stimulation made Scarlett’s body tremble beneath him.

He kept a firm but gentle grip on her red hair, using it as leverage to drive deeper inside her, filling her completely with every thrust.

Scarlett’s moans turned into breathless cries of pleasure. Her inner walls fluttered and clenched around his cock as another orgasm began building rapidly inside her.

Andrew leaned down, kissing the back of her neck while continuing to fuck her and play with her pussy, completely lost in the intimate moment with the woman he loved.

His fingers circled her clit with firm, rhythmic pressure as his cock thrust into her from behind. The wet sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, mixing with Scarlett’s soft, breathless moans.

Suddenly, Andrew whispered hotly against her ear, his voice low and commanding:

"Scarlett... call me Daddy."

Scarlett’s body tensed for a moment. She didn’t respond immediately, only letting out a shaky moan as he continued thrusting into her.

Andrew slowed his movements slightly, still buried deep inside her, and spoke again, his tone gentle but insistent:

"You promised me."

Scarlett remained silent for a few more seconds, her face flushed with embarrassment. Then, in a small, shy voice, she finally nodded.

"Okay..."

She took a shaky breath, her voice trembling with both pleasure and reluctance as she whispered:

"Daddy..."

The word came out soft and hesitant at first. Andrew’s cock twitched hard inside her the moment he heard it.

"Louder," he murmured, giving her ass a light slap as he resumed his deep thrusts.

Scarlett bit her lower lip, her cheeks burning. She closed her eyes and tried again, her voice a little stronger this time:

"Daddy..."

Andrew groaned in satisfaction and picked up his pace, fucking her with longer, deeper strokes.

"Again."

"Daddy..." Scarlett moaned, the word coming out more naturally now as pleasure clouded her mind. "Ah... Daddy..."

Every time she called him "Daddy," Andrew thrust harder, his fingers rubbing her clit faster. Scarlett’s body started trembling uncontrollably. Her inner walls clenched tightly around his cock with every thrust.

"Daddy... it feels so deep..." she gasped, her voice growing sweeter and more submissive with each repetition. "Daddy... please..."

Andrew leaned over her back, kissing her shoulder and neck while pounding into her from behind.

"Good girl," he praised, his voice husky. "Keep calling me Daddy."

Scarlett’s moans became louder and more desperate. She pushed her ass back to meet his thrusts, completely giving in to the moment.

"Daddy... ahh... Daddy, it’s too much..." she whimpered, her voice breaking with pleasure.

Andrew’s grip on her red hair tightened slightly as he drove into her harder, his fingers never stopping their assault on her swollen clit. The combination of his thick cock stretching her and his skilled fingers was pushing her rapidly toward the edge.

Scarlett’s breathing turned into short, needy gasps. Her body was trembling violently now, her inner walls fluttering wildly around him as a powerful orgasm began building deep inside her.

"Daddy... I’m... I’m going to..." Scarlett whimpered, her voice breaking with pleasure.

Andrew thrust into her harder, his fingers rubbing her clit relentlessly.

"Come for me," he growled. "Cum on Daddy’s cock."

With a loud, broken cry, Scarlett reached her peak. Her body tensed violently as her orgasm crashed over her. Her inner walls clamped down hard around his cock, pulsing rhythmically as waves of intense pleasure ripped through her. Her legs shook, and she pushed her ass back against him, moaning his new title over and over.

"Daddy...! Ahh... Daddy!"

The feeling of her tightening around him pushed Andrew over the edge. With a deep groan, he buried himself to the hilt inside her and came hard, flooding her with thick, warm pulses of cum. He held her hips tightly as he emptied himself deep inside her, both of them trembling through their shared climax.

They stayed connected for a few long moments, breathing heavily. Finally, Andrew slowly pulled out and collapsed onto the bed, pulling Scarlett down with him. They fell together in a tangled heap, holding each other tightly. Scarlett curled into his chest, her body still twitching with aftershocks, while Andrew wrapped his arms around her protectively.

After catching her breath, Scarlett looked up at him with slightly pouty lips and complained softly:

"Why didn’t you show this kind of daring during the day? In the morning you’re still that timid boy who gets scared just holding my hand... but at night you become so bold."

Andrew opened his mouth, but no words came out at first. He simply stared at her flushed, beautiful face for a moment, then smiled helplessly.

"...Because during the day, you’re Professor Scarlett, the strict, scary teacher I’ve feared for years," he admitted honestly. "At night... you’re just Scarlett. My Scarlett. And I can’t hold back anymore."

Scarlett huffed, but the corners of her mouth curved into a small, satisfied smile. She didn’t argue further.

They lay together in comfortable silence for a few minutes, enjoying the warmth of each other’s bodies and the quiet afterglow.

But the desire between them hadn’t fully faded.

After a short rest, Andrew rolled on top of her again. This time, as he slid back inside her slick heat, he leaned down and whispered against her ear in a low, affectionate voice:

"Mommy..."

Scarlett’s eyes widened slightly, then softened with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper.

"Yes... that’s my good boy," she murmured, her voice turning sweet and possessive as she stroked his hair.

Andrew began moving again, slower this time, but with deep, loving strokes. He kept calling her softly:

"Mommy... you feel so good..."

Scarlett moaned quietly, holding him close as they made love once more, the titles "Daddy" and "Mommy" mixing between them in the heat of the night.