Her Dirty Professor Series (21+)

“I think I can do that. And… my last name is Vitaglia.”

Her jaw nearly hits the floor. “Vitaglia. Like, the Vitaglias?”

Part of me shrinks back at that reaction. It’s the same reaction I’ve gotten all my life whenever someone finds out who I am. My family name comes with a reputation, and I’m scared it’s going to make her run from me.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“Yes, those Vitaglias,” I murmur.

“So that’s why you didn’t want to tell me.”

“Not all the stories you’ve heard about my family are true. Some are… but most are exaggerated.”

A smile plays on her lips, and I can’t believe she’s not going to run a mile. “Vito Vitaglia?” She coughs out a laugh.

“Yes. Well, no.” I feel the smirk spread on my face. She sits up, and I look into her eyes. “Vito is my nickname. My first name is Abbondanzio.”

“Abbon… what?”

I laugh. “Exactly. Vito.”

She nods. “Vito. And what is it you do? I’m guessing you’re part of the family business.” She looks around the room, then back to me.

“I… own some businesses of my own. Do some consulting. It’s complicated.”

“I’m not a simpleton. I can probably grasp it.”

I take her chin in my hand. “I know you can. It’s just right now I want to get you dressed, let you help me make a few more decisions for the contractor, then I’m going to take you out to my favorite restaurant, Paesano’s. On the way, we are going to stop and do some shopping. So, let’s get after it, little girl.”

I stand and walk over to where her dress is hanging on the back of a chair.

“Wait,” she says, her voice flat. “Just one more thing.”

“What? Anything, baby.” I brace myself for the next question, ready to take what’s coming if she asks if I’ve ever killed someone or had someone killed.

“You’re not married, are you? Or have a girlfriend? Or boyfriend? Or both?”

She looks down at the bedding where her hands are fussing with some invisible fuzz.

I walk back over, lay the dress on the bed and take her face in my hands.

“Not only am I not married, I don’t have a girlfriend, or…” I pause, making sure she’s looking at me. “… a boyfriend. I’ve never even been close to getting married. I’m not even one for dating, haven’t dated in years. No time. No interest.”

“Okay.” She bites her lip. “It’s just, someone like you, who looks like you, has all this…” She waves a hand toward the ceiling. “I don’t want to compete. I’m not that experienced, but I see things. Most guys aren’t loyal. Especially if they don’t have to be. I’m sure you could have anyone you wanted.”

“I don’t want anyone. Well, I didn’t. Now I do. Very much. And that person is you.”

Looking at her in my bed, naked, nothing has ever felt so right. I don’t want her to ever leave.

And it won’t be long before I take all of her.

“I FEEL LIKE A PRINCESS.” Her brilliant blue eyes sparkle in the lit candles on the linen tablecloth, and the joy I see there is what I want to see every day for the rest of my life.

“You are a princess.” I lean over and press my lips to hers. When her hand comes to my cheek, she sighs, and I know I can’t ever let her go.

“The clothes.” She looks down at the red sequined dress, its shade perfectly matching her signature lipstick. “The dinner. The way everyone in the restaurant is looking at us. It feels like a fairy tale.”

When we left the house, we took the limo rather than the Merc or the Suburban. I wanted her to feel special and spoiled. A limo and a driver to chauffeur us around town seemed to do the trick.

We spent a few hours shopping at some boutiques, and the back of the limo, as well as the trunk, is now full of bags and boxes. She fussed at first, said she didn’t need anything. So I just started grabbing everything I could reach at the first shop where we stopped, giving it to the poor gal that was waiting on us and telling her to ring up everything.

Esme flushed bright red but finally conceded to picking out things she liked-things we both liked-and the joy I saw in her eyes made me believe that all things are possible again.

“They’re looking at us because they’ve never seen me with a woman before. Let alone someone as beautiful as you are tonight.”

“I still find that so hard to believe.”

“You will learn in time to trust me. I’ve not felt like this for anyone, ever. Please don’t take that lightly.”

“You barely know me.”

“I’m a very perceptive man. It’s my job to know people. You know what else I know?”

“What?”

“You’re going to be a great mother. When we renovate the second floor, you can choose which rooms will be for the children.”

“What children?”

“Ours.” My cock drips cum at the thought of her carrying my seed, her body lush and growing with what I put inside her.

She laughs. “You’re already planning our family?”

“I’m planning our life, Esme.”

The waiter comes by and takes the check; I wave him off and let him know I don’t need any change, suddenly needing to get her out of here and back home.

I hold her hand as we snake through the restaurant to the waiting car. Inside, I pull her next to me and tell Hamilton, my driver, to take us home.

“Wait, I have to work tomorrow. I should go home.”

“I am taking you home.”

“You know, this is all a little over the top.” She glances out the window, drawing my eye. “I want so much to think this is happening, then the other part of me is screaming warning.”

“I know one part of you that knows what’s happening…” I run my hand up her thigh straight to her bare pussy and feel the wetness there. “Has that ever happened to you before?”

She shakes her head with an exhale as I place a soft kiss on her lips.

“When we get home, you’re going to give me all of you.”

She nods, leaning back against the seat as I slip my finger just inside her and slowly thrust it in and out.

“I’m going to put my cock right here and take what’s mine.” I move my lips to her ear. “This cherry is mine, isn’t it?” She pauses, and I urge her answer. “What’s the proper answer, baby?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She gives me what I want, making my cock blind to anything but the need to be inside of her.

I finger her to an orgasm, then bring my fingers to my lips to lick off her cream as we pull into the driveway at the house.

Vito

“YOUR CHERRY IS CALLING for me, isn’t it, baby?” I run my hands around her throat and into her hair, gripping it between my fingers as my pulse races.

She bites into her red bottom lip, her eyes searching my face. “I guess so.”

“You guess so?” I grin as I lean down to her ear. “I’m going to strip you, then lay you on my bed, spread your legs and then we will let your cherry answer for you, how’s that?”

She sighs softly and nods, and I unzip the back of her dress, easing the straps off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor.

Her lush body is shaking, but her hands come to my tie, and she tugs.

“Good girl. Undress me. I like that.”

She’s wearing a red lace lingerie set and black pumps, which she walked in like a runway model from the moment she slipped them on her feet.

She yanks my tie from the collar, then puts it between her teeth, her red lips matching the silk as she gives me a devious smile.

I shake my head as she works the buttons on my shirt. “You’re Daddy’s little vixen.”

“Yes, Daddy.” She drops the tie from her mouth when she answers, letting it fall and settle around her feet.

Once my shirt is unbuttoned, she strips it from me, and I pull my T-shirt over my head. She’s got her fingers on my belt buckle, looking like the Cheshire Cat, and I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.

“Keep going,” I urge as I help her by working my shoes off, then realize she’s stalled at the button on my trousers.

“It’s too tight.” She tugs at it and looks up at me with a grimace. My cock is putting enough upward pressure on the fabric that it’s making her struggle.

“Try harder.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Every time she calls me that my insides twitch like she’s poking me with her own sweet little cattle prod.

She pulls the waist of my pants one direction, then pushes the button with her other fingers.

“I think it’s coming…” She strains with a wince, her eyes narrowed. “Ow!” She yelps as the button pops off and hits her on the chin.

“Sometimes you’re going to suffer a little for me, Bambina.”

“I guess.” She giggles and works my zipper down, letting my pants fall, and I kick them off my feet. “On your knees for my socks and my underwear. I want to see you looking up at me the first time you kiss my cock.”

I wink, and the bit of hesitation is gone as she lowers to her knees, gazing up at me. She pulls off each sock, then her fingers work up the outsides of my legs until they are hooked under the elastic of my boxers.

“It looks like it wants out,” she teases, glancing down at the tent of fabric in front of her face. “Like a tiger pacing in its cage.”

“Yes, babygirl. And it’s your job to tame it. I’m going to teach you all the ways you will soothe that beast.”