Anovel of My motherś ex chapter 7 by authoress rose
It began.
He walked towards her and lifted her off the ground.
Wait why was she naked?
He was too tho
He spread her legs
“Suck my cock Rylee” he said
And she saw the his vein filled dick.
“Put it in me!”She said
and he slowly slid in his penis inside her vagina slowly as she moaned softly.
Her vagina juices flowing rapidly down her legs.
“You are so good” Rylee moaned loudly as he kept thrusting but as she looked up.
“Professor Julian!!”
As she opened her eyes.
The morning sun spilled through the curtains, bright and unwelcome as Rylee stirred awake. Her heart was racing, her cheeks hot, and her mind replaying the vivid fragments of a dream she desperately wished she could erase—or relive.
The dream had been about him. Professor Julian Drake.
The way he’d towered over her, his piercing eyes boring into her soul. The way his deep, velvety voice had whispered her name, sending shivers down her spine. And the way his veiny penis had—
Rylee groaned, slapping her hands over her face. “Get a grip, Rylee”.
“Did I just have a sex dream?”
Before she could fully collect herself, Carla’s head popped in through the adjoining door.
“Morning, sunshine!” Carla chirped, far too chipper for Rylee’s current state. She tilted her head, taking in Rylee’s flushed cheeks.
“Oh my God, what’s with the tomato face? Spill.”
“Nothing,” Rylee mumbled, burrowing under the covers.
Carla wasn’t having it. She stomped over, yanked the blanket off, and stared her down.
“Don’t ‘nothing’ me. You’re blushing like you just saw Channing Tatum in a towel. Talk.”
Sophia, still half-asleep, peeked out from her bed. “What’s going on now?”
Carla smirked, crossing her arms. “Our dear, innocent Rylee had a fucking sex dream about someone.”
“Did not!” Rylee protested, but her soaked vulva betrayed her.
“Why is this nighty translucent?”
Her mind rang loudly.
“Oh, you totally did. Omg! how hard did he fuck you in the dream” Carla’s grin widened. “Wait. Wait-wait-wait. Was it Theo? Did you dream about Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Heroic?”
“No!” Rylee squeaked.
Carla’s eyes narrowed in mock suspicion. “Then who—” She gasped theatrically. “No way. The professor? Julian Drake? Oh, this is gold.”
Sophia sat up straighter, rubbing her eyes.
“The professor? Seriously?” She looked at Rylee, her tone more curious than judgmental. “He’s, like, twenty years older than us.”
Rylee buried her face in her pillow
. “It was just a stupid dream! I can’t control what I dream about.”
“Oh, honey,” Carla said, sitting on the edge of Rylee’s bed.
“That’s not just a dream. That’s your subconscious practically screaming, ‘I have a thing for ridiculously hot authority figures.’”
Sophia sighed, her voice calm and reasonable.
“It’s normal to find someone like him attractive. He’s charming, confident, and, let’s face it, ridiculously good-looking. But it’s just a crush, Rylee. Don’t let Carla make you feel weird about it.”
“I’m not making her feel weird,” Carla said, throwing up her hands. “I’m just stating facts. She’s got it bad.”
Rylee groaned again. “Can we just move on?”
After some more teasing, they headed for breakfast. The dining hall was a cacophony of clinking plates and chatter, but the girls found a quiet corner to eat. Carla and Sophia were in their usual back-and-forth banter, but Rylee was distracted, her mind wandering back to the professor.
“Earth to Rylee,” Carla said, snapping her fingers. “You’re zoning out again. Thinking about him?”
“No!” Rylee insisted, glaring at her.
Carla just laughed.
After breakfast, the girls made their way to the general dormitory bathrooms. The girls’ and boys’ bathrooms were right next to each other, separated only by a thin wall that didn’t quite muffle the sounds from the other side.
As they entered, Rylee froze. Through the open doorway to the boys’ side, she caught a glimpse of Theo, a towel slung low around his hips, his dark hair damp and messy.
He was leaning against the counter, rummaging through his toiletry bag.
Sophia nudged Rylee, whispering, “Don’t stare too hard. Your eyeballs might pop out.”
Rylee ignored her, summoning every ounce of courage she had. She stepped closer to the boys’ side and called out, “Hey, Theo!”
He looked up, startled, then quickly adjusted his towel as his cheeks turned slightly pink. “Uh, hey, Rylee.”
“Fancy seeing you here,” she said, her tone light and teasing.
Theo chuckled nervously. “Yeah, well…I live here. What about you?”
“Just thought I’d say hi.” She leaned against the doorway, giving him a playful smile. “You know, you’re pretty cute when you’re flustered.”
Theo’s eyes widened, and he stepped back. “Rylee, you know I can’t—”
“Can’t what?” she asked, feigning innocence.
“Can’t get involved,” he said, lowering his voice. “Your brothers would kill me.”
She rolled her eyes. “They’re not here.”
“They don’t have to be,” Theo muttered. “Their presence is enough to keep me in check. You’re great, Rylee, but I’m not risking my life over this.”
Before she could respond, he ducked back into the bathroom, leaving her standing there, half amused and half annoyed.
After their baths, the girls headed to class. The first three lectures were a blur of boredom, with monotonous professors droning on about subjects none of them cared about.
But when their final class began, the energy in the room shifted.
Professor Julian Drake strode in, commanding attention without even trying. He was dressed sharply in a tailored suit, his hair perfectly tousled, his intense gaze sweeping over the room.
Rylee’s heart skipped a beat as her nipples became so hard.
But as he began the lecture, another professor entered the room, interrupting him mid-sentence.
“Julian,” the older man said, his tone curt. “A word.”
The two professors stepped outside, their voices low but heated. The students exchanged curious glances, whispering among themselves.
“What was that about?” Sophia asked, leaning toward Rylee.
“No idea,” Rylee whispered back.
Carla smirked. “Maybe they’re fighting over who gets to teach the hottest students. Spoiler: it’s us.”
Sophia rolled her eyes, but Rylee couldn’t shake the feeling that something deeper was going on.
After class, the three girls lingered in the library, determined to find out more about the enigmatic Professor Drake.
“Did you hear the way that other professor talked to him?” Sophia said, scrolling through her phone. “Like they had some kind of history.”
Carla leaned back in her chair. “Maybe they’re rivals. Or maybe Drake’s hiding some dark, mysterious past. Billionaire professors don’t just pop up out of nowhere, you know.”
Rylee frowned. “He’s a billionaire?”
Carla grinned. “Didn’t you Google him? Julian Drake comes from old money. His family owns half the city. The fact that he’s even teaching is weird. Like, what’s his angle?”
Sophia nodded. “Yeah, it doesn’t make sense. Why would someone like him want to be a professor?”
Rylee bit her lip, her curiosity growing as her eyes never left him
As they left the class going outside the garden, Rylee rounded a corner and collided with someone.
Strong hands caught her shoulders, steadying her.
“Careful,” a deep voice said.
She looked up—and her breath caught.
It was him.
Professor Drake.