153 days II

Mr. Turner

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The moment her thighs parted on my desk, I knew we had reached a point of no return.

Five months.

Five fucking months of this little tease prancing around my lecture halls with skirts that became shorter each day, spreading her legs just enough for me to catch a view of her lace, and even going commando some days.

I'd spent the entire class half hard behind the podium, forcing myself to focus on the projector while she crossed and uncrossed her smooth legs every few minutes.

And here she was, Layla Turner, an A+ student turned self-sabotaging brat, dripping on my table because she couldn't wait any longer.

Such an impatient little slut. I'd been eager to play this game with her all session. Who knew she would snap so soon?

Christ, she was perfect.

Her pussy was slick with arousal, already swollen from nothing other than anticipation of being fucked. I leaned back in my chair, watching as she slid her fingers down, tracing her slit for a few seconds before dipping two fingers in.

She threw her head back and moaned. “Professor.”

The sound went straight to my already hard dick. “Keep going.” My voice came out hoarse. It was hard to stay in control when she was on my desk, looking like that.

I had half the mind to tease her, to edge her until she sobbed and begged for my dick, but it seemed I was just as impatient as her.

I snatched her hand away, replacing it with mine.

“Ohhh, yesss,” her words came out slurry. “Mmh, just like that professor.”

I curled my fingers, hitting the spot that made her back arch. She covered her mouth with her hand, muffling a scream. Sensing I was doing something very right, I continued with that angle. It didn't take long before her pussy walls tightened around my fingers.

I stroked her a few more times and just as she was about to come, I pulled out.

She let out a dissatisfied breath, but opened her mouth when I brought my fingers up. She wrapped her mouth around them, swirling her tongue, licking them clean.

“Mmh, I taste so good,” she said when I pulled them out. “Do you want to have a taste, professor?”

I groaned. “You've pictured this, haven't you? Every time you sat in the front row and pretended to take notes, you clenched your legs imagining what it would feel like to have my fingers in you, no?”

“Yes, professor,” she whimpered, her hips jerking against nothing. She was so sensitive. So fucking pathetic. “I thought about you every single class. About you bending me bending me over your desk. About me taking you deep in my throat until I swallow.”

I chuckled. She was exactly the kind of woman I liked. Bold but submissive. “Unfortunately, only one of those can happen tonight. Take your pick.”

I could keep her up all night. I could fuck her mouth, her pussy, her ass. I could have her ride me until her legs became numb. I could tie her to the desk and have my way with her, but this was still a game. She didn't get to take everything at once.

Her lips formed a pout. “That's not fair, sir.”

I smirked. “You don't have a choice, Miss Turner. I have quite a few things to do, so if you'll excuse me–”

I made a move to stand up, but she placed a hand on my arm. “Fuck me,” she breathed out. “Please bend me over your desk and ruin me, professor.”

I stared at her for a long second, letting the plea hang between us for a while. Her chest rose and fell in short frantic breaths, her nipples straining against the thin fabric of her shirt, and her thighs trembling from the orgasm I just denied her.

Ruin her.

As if I needed the invitation.

I grabbed her by the hips and flipped her around in one fluid motion. She gasped as her stomach hit the desk, papers scattering to the floor. I shoved her tiny skirt up the curve of her ass, exposing her completely.

“Hands flat,” I ordered. “Don’t move them unless I ask you to.”

“Yes sir.” Her words came out in a whimper as she obeyed immediately, her cheeks pressed to the side, her eyes glowing with need.

I took a moment to stare at her. The straight A student who had thrown away her perfect record just for my cock, bent over, and was waiting to be ruined.

Then I unbuckled my belt.

The sound of the leather made her push her ass back greedily. I punished her with a sharp smack to her ass that echoed in the quiet space.

“Stay still.”

Another whimper. This one came out broken.

I freed myself, stroking a few times just to feel how hard she made me. Then I dragged the head of my cock through her folds, coating myself with her wetness, teasing her until she was practically shaking.

“Professor, please–“

I silenced her with a sharp thrust, bottoming out in a single stroke.

Her cry was so loud that I was thankful my office was the last one in this corner. She clenched around me instantly.

“Fuck,” I hissed. “Have you been saving this little cunt for me all semester?”

“Yes, yes–“ she mewled when I pulled out and slammed in again. “Ohhhh, fuckkk, mmh, more prof. Fuck me harder, please.”

I set a punishing rhythm, my hips snapping against her ass with each move. Every thrust shoved her forward, her tits dragging across the desk. I wrapped my hand around her hair and pulled until she winced. “Look at you,” I growled in her ear. “Top of the class and now you’re just a hole for your professor to use.”

“Mmmhh.”

“Say it.”

“I’m…” her voice trailed off, turning to a moan. I stopped moving. “I’m just a hole for you, sir!”

I resumed thrusting, my free hand reaching around to rub her clit. She screamed, her walls clamping down on me hard. I felt her start to come and I didn’t slow down, instead fucking her through it, chasing my own release.

The sight of her coming undone pushed me to the edge. “Where?”

“Inside.” She understood immediately. “Please come inside me. I–“

That was it. I buried myself deep and let go, painting her insides with my come while she suffered, milking every drop. My grip on her hair loosened and I stopped myself from collapsing on her.

For a long moment, only our harsh breathing could be heard.

I pulled out slowly, watching my come trickle down her thigh. She stayed bent over the desk, still trying to catch her breath.

I tucked myself away and rebuckled my belt before I ran a possessive hand down her spine. She brought this upon herself when she decided to tease me. Now she was mine to use as I pleased.

“Next week, you’re going to ace my test. Understood?”

She turned her head just enough to nod.

“Then I’ll fuck you until you can no longer walk.”

“Yes sir,” she whispered.

I smiled.

“Good girl.”