The Daughter Of The Mafia Boss
Chapter 4

Violet was determined and the mere fact that Dylan was making it hard for her turned her on. He was the first man she had ever craved to have, and she wasn't about to let him slip away from her just because he was her teacher. So in one nimble movement she reached for Dylan's body practically standing on his arms, the professor tried to pull away from her but his delicate arms wrapped around her neck.

-Are you afraid of me, Dylan? -He whispers close to her mouth.

-No! I just want you to stay away from me.

-Why? Are you afraid that you'll end up falling in love with me?

-I wouldn't harbor feelings for a spoiled girl like you," she answers coldly. -Really?

Without warning, Violet hurled her lips against her teacher's, invading his mouth with her tongue, not that she was an expert in the matter, but being close to Dylan made her commit acts that even she didn't believe she could do. She kissed him voraciously, eating the flesh of his lips with eagerness. Luckily for her, that pleasant touch had been reciprocated.

Where the hell had she learned to kiss like that? She was so good at it that it was impossible for him to separate her, the problem was that if he continued to join those fleshy lips the erection in his pants would be so big that he would not be able to get it down with just a bath, he was going to need something more powerful to placate his most primitive desires.

Dylan was not willing to let himself be subdued by Violet, gathering his willpower he grabbed his student's waist turning her body in a twist to end up hitting her against the wall, the impact made the girl open her eyes to look at him in surprise. Dylan grabbed her wrists and with light pressure spun her around with both hands behind her back.

-What are you doing? -She asked as she felt the pressure on her hands and Dylan's heavy body crushing hers.

-Do you like to play? -You think you're so tough, but you're just a kid.

-And what do you plan to do about it? She challenges him, smiling half-sideways at him.

He couldn't believe it, it seemed as if she was enjoying being treated that way. No matter how hard he tried to understand her he couldn't, she was fried in the head... then given that fraction of a minute of distraction Violeta used it to turn the cards in her favor. She quickly freed herself from Dylan's grasp to push him hard until he fell onto the couch.

Without missing that opportunity, Violet throws her body straddling Dylan's lap. And for this young Morgan it was nice to discover that she had managed to get her precious and reserved professor to have an erection. That gave her satisfaction, after all she was not indifferent to him.

-I've managed to get you hard, what do you have to say about it? -He asked, rubbing his body against Dylan's seductively, "Because you keep getting hard with me.

But the professor had nothing to say, the truth is that the words had vanished from his brain by then. His erection was already more than huge, he was almost naked with that woman who kept rubbing his body, which managed to break down the few defenses he had left against her attempts to manipulate him. If one could be braver than that to hold back the urge to not roll her on the floor until he made her scream for him to stop then he needed urgent lessons because he suspected he wouldn't resist for much longer. By the time Violet brought her tongue to the corner of Dylan's lips, the young woman tasted her teacher's mouth tentatively.

tentatively, she tasted her teacher's mouth. She made sure to keep him expectant of her next moves, it was fun for her to play with him. Because even if he denied that he wasn't comfortable with her actions she deep down knew he was enjoying it. That was too much, Violet's game was too dangerous for her livid who would not resist one more game. He was a grown man, he was not for such games. Guided by his instincts Dylan ended up staying on top of Violet imprisoning her body with his arms. -Don't play with fire when you know you can get burned, girl," I roared in a thick voice.

-What? -asked the chestnut stunned by his answer.

Without receiving an answer in return Violet's lips were wildly taken by Dylan who left all the weight of his body on hers, Violet's hands were resting on his chest and for a moment he felt as if she tried to push him away. But it was too late for that, she had stepped into the lion's den so she would have to abide by the consequences.

Dylan's hands descended to her thighs which he squeezed tightly, while his mouth ate Violet's without allowing her to take a breath of air or perhaps moan. Soon his expert hands went up to the waistband of her pants looking for the button of the jeans which he immediately loosened until he managed to get the zipper down. He slipped both hands around the edge of the waistband and in one tug pulled them down, exposing her from the waist down.

Dylan couldn't quite decipher Violet's expression, but whatever it was he didn't care. If she wanted to play rough, he would teach her that she shouldn't play with older men...just because someone occasionally gave a Morgan a soupçon of her own chocolate didn't mean anything...he spread Violet's legs wide open.

-What... what are you doing? -She stutters.

But Dylan doesn't answer her, he just bows his head to Violet's femininity, one that he just fell in love with when he saw her. It was obvious that this girl had never been with a man, of course! Until that moment... he approached her mouth to the folds of her s*x and with great care he licked the inside of it with delicacy, she arched at the touch clinging to the couch.

-Damn! -She exclaimed as she experienced that new sensation.

Dylan kept licking her s*x more and more ambitiously, giving her the pleasure she wanted so much. Until he gets it, because just a few minutes later Violet began to shudder opening her legs wider for him, from her lips could only be heard that moan so erotic that would ignite the blood of any man... his mouth was filling with her essence which he was ready to absorb completely, it was so sweet and cloying, hardly a man could separate when tasting such a candid nectar.

As he pulled away from Violet's thighs, Dylan noticed the young woman's flushed face. He figured she wasn't expecting anything like that that night, she was very much a girl but she was also a woman...he stood up adjusting the towel around his waist, at least he hadn't lost it. He notices that Violet opened her eyes to watch him, he helps her to stand up awkwardly and then starts to get dressed. She gives him a smile that causes Dylan to frown.

-You got what you wanted, now you can leave my house. And I hope I never see you again, and as for your proposal. I'll tell you one thing, you can't blackmail me, I'm not going to become your toy. -What? -Stunned by his answer, Violeta kept blinking her eyes.

-I gave you what you wanted, you won't have any more from me. That's all, now go, you know the way out.