Study Me (Sex Me, #2)

by Logan Chance

Being so close to Professor Houston Dale does this to me. It’s led me to masturbating in the bathroom on a Boeing seven-forty-seven, thirty thousand feet in the air.

girl this is the second sentence

My suitcase for this weekend trip is filled with enough outfits for an entire week.

as the girlies do

moan his name as another bump of turbulence hits, this one causing the bathroom door to fling open. My startled eyes meet his.

I would open that plane door no joke,, this is a 13th reason

Saving lives was my calling, my one true mission. Now? I’m a miserable has been.

It’s giving dr strange, Derek Shepard post plane crash, pre surgery

“You should be getting more sleep, Miss Murphy. That way you won’t always be rushing around late.

this is contradictory

“Smile, Miss Murphy,” I instruct her. My eyes rest on her full, pink lips, waiting. “Is it that hard, Miss Murphy?” I ask, raising my gaze to meet her cautious one.

you can’t just tell a woman to smile

Before I can even register what's happening, my head gets pushed down, my cheek connecting with the hard wood, and his hand makes a resounding connection with my ass.

BRUH WHAT

Fuck, Marley pisses me off. I still can’t believe I spanked her. Me, spanked her.

Girl me neither, that was out of left field

Escape is so close as my father grabs me by the arm. “You need to face this. You can’t continue on this way.”

daddy’s right bestie

His full lips lift as I bring the panties from behind my back. I open my hand, and he snatches the panties from my palm. “Mine,” he asserts, his deep voice dropping an octave.

Venmo request him the $15 those Victoria secret panties cost

He opens his mouth to speak and then snaps it shut. Why are men so difficult? Whoever said men speak what's on their mind was wrong.

so true bestie

“Miss Murphy, did you have a question?” Houston stands at the front of the class, his arms folded across his chest. His dark eyes stare at me. Along with everyone else in the room. “What? No,” I mutter, my cheeks blushing. “Stop daydreaming, Miss Murphy.” What? It takes me a moment to register where I am. My thoughts of spanking him with his pointer fade. “You're supposed to be using this time to study. Not daydream,” he barks out. I stiffen in my chair. Did I moan out loud?

ahhh so embarrassing

He's right, I will want more eventually. That's how most girls work, unable to separate the act of fucking with making love.

did a man write this Jesus Christ WAIT THIS WAS WRITTEN BY A MAN