REVENGE UNDER THE TABLE 4

Sophie’s POV

I was breathing as I walked down the hallway to Hayes’ office, my thighs were still shaking from what just happened under that table. My heart was pounding so loud in my chest.it wasn’t an easy task, sneaking out unnoticed, crawling out from under there while he was still trying to pretend like nothing happened in front of everyone but somehow, I made it.

Before I even knocked, my hand was on the doorknob, ready to twist it open, when suddenly the door flew open and a strong hand grabbed me inside, the next thing I knew, my back slammed hard against the wall, the air leaving my lungs with a sharp gasp. The door shut behind us roughly.

My eyes shot up and met his.Professor Hayes’ face was dark, but It wasn’t anger, but lust, the kind of look that made my knees go weak.

“Do you have any idea what you just did, Sophie?” he snarled, his voice sounding low, rough, his breath brushing my ear. His face was so close I could feel the heat coming off his skin. “That was risky as fuck.”

I should’ve been scared, I should’ve backed right now, but instead, my eyes slid down, past his chest, past his stomach, straight to the massive bulge still straining against his boxers.

“Prof…” my voice came out shaky, but not from any fear. “You’re still hard.”

His jaw twitched, and I saw his eyes flicker down to where I was staring.

That was all it took, my hips shifted off the wall on their own, like my body wasn’t even listening to me anymore. I pressed myself against him, rubbing my throbbing and aching pussy on his cock through the fabric, desperate for him.

“Didn’t you… call me here for this?” I asked, making sure my tone sounds filthy, slurred with need, as I ground on him like a whore who couldn’t get enough.

His control snapped immediately.

He growled low in his chest and grabbed me, his hands rough, like he couldn’t hold himself back anymore.

In one swift motion, he yanked my clothes down, baring me completely in front of him. My dress, bra, panties, everything gone, my skin prickling from the cool air and the way his hungry eyes devoured me.

Before I could even gasp, he lifted me effortlessly, carrying me to the desk. That same one where he told me “no penetration” before. My body trembled with excitement, my back arching as he laid me out flat on top of it.

“You want me deep inside you, Sophie?” His voice was a growl now, his face hovering over mine, his breath hot on my lips.

“Yes,” I blurted out, nodding frantically. “God, yes, Prof, please.”

My hand slid down between my thighs on its own, my fingers finding my wet, throbbing clit. I rubbed it hard and fast, shivering under my own touch, moaning like I was already halfway gone.

Hayes watched me with dark, furious lust in his eyes, then in one sharp movement, he shoved his trousers and boxers down. His cock sprang free, hard jiggling the sight alone making me whimper.

“Just this one time, Sophie,” he breathed harshly, almost like he was trying to convince himself. “Nothing after this., this never happened.”

“Fine,” I panted, spreading my legs wider, shamelessly rubbing my clit while staring at him. “Just for now. Just fuck me, professor. Thrust into me deep. Don’t take it easy. I want to feel you tear me apart.”

He ripped my hand away from my clit, pinning it above my head. With his other hand, he lined himself up, the fat head of his cock sliding against my dripping entrance.

And then, with one sharp, brutal thrust, he slammed inside me.

“Ohhh, fuck!” I screamed, my back arching off the desk as my walls clenched around him. The stretch burned, delicious and painful all at once, my entire body shuddering.

Hayes’ head fell forward with a guttural groan, his hips jerking as he buried himself to the hilt.

“Fucking hell, Sophie,” he rasped, his breath ragged, his hands gripping my thighs so hard it hurt.

“Yoh my god, fuck me! please!” I cried out, my nails scratching at the desk, my legs locking around his waist to pull him even deeper.

He didn’t hold back, his hips slammed into me over and over, the desk creaking beneath us, the sound of skin slapping against skin loud and obscene. Every thrust knocked the breath out of me, my tits bouncing, my pussy gripping him tighter and tighter.

“Ahh…Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop!” I was screaming shameless and filthy, lost in the rough rhythm of his cock pounding me into the wood.

His breath came out in harsh, uneven grunts, his pace getting even faster, almost like he was punishing me.

“Take it, Sophie,” he growled. “Take every fucking inch.”

“God prof!” I sobbed, my voice breaking, tears of pleasure stinging my eyes.

My body was spiraling, my clit throbbing painfully as my orgasm crept up fast and hard, my stomach clenched, my toes curled, my whole body trembling uncontrollably.

“I—I’m gonna cum,” I gasped, my voice desperate, begging. “Oh, Hayes, I’m cumming—”

His hand shot up to my throat, gripping it firmly but not too tight, forcing my eyes to lock with his.

“Don’t you fucking cum yet,” he snarled, his thrusts becoming brutal, pounding into me so deep I saw stars. “You hold it. You don’t cum until I tell you to.”

I whimpered, sobbing out incoherent pleas, my body on fire, my orgasm hanging right at the edge, threatening to break me apart.

“Please, prof, please!” I begged, writhing beneath him, my legs shaking. “I can’t, oh god, I can’t—”

“You can,” he growled, slamming into me one final, devastating thrust. “Now cum. Cum all over my cock, Sophie. Let me feel you lose it.”

My scream tore from my throat as my orgasm exploded, my pussy clenching so hard around him it almost hurt. My vision went white, my body thrashing under his as wave after wave of pure pleasure ripped through me.

Hayes’ head fell back with a guttural groan as he finally let go, his cock pulsing deep inside me, filling me up with hot, thick cum.

The desk shook violently beneath us as he pumped the last of himself into me, both of us panting like animals, completely spent and filthy.