Forbidden Cravings (Short Sweet Novel)

His c*ck slammed into me so deep I saw stars.

I was bent over Professor Darius’s heavy oak desk, my short skirt rucked up around my white waist, bare t*ts pressed against the cool wood.

Papers scattered everywhere. His big hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise as he drove into me from behind, balls-deep and brutal, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through his locked office.

“F*ck....Professor—” I gasped, pushing back against him like the greedy little sl*t I was.

He growled low in his throat, a sound that made my pu*sy clench tighter around his thick shaft. “This what you wanted, Katie? huh? This what you’ve been begging for all semester?” Another savage thrust, so hard my toes barely touched the floor. His heavy balls smacked against my clit with every punishing stroke.

I moaned loud enough that anyone walking the hallway might hear, but I didn’t care.

I’d wanted this for weeks.

Needed it.

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*How the hell did we get here?*

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It started the first day he walked into the lecture hall.

Professor Darius Vale. Literature. Six-foot-three of pure masculine sin. Broad shoulders straining against a crisp white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to reveal powerful forearms corded with muscle. His jaw was sharp enough to cut glass itself, shadowed with just the right amount of stubble - Was dark, tousled hair that begged for fingers to grip it. And those eyes, those piercing steel-gray that seemed to see straight through every dirty thought in my head.

When he spoke, his voice was deep, smooth velvet with a rough edge that went straight between my thighs.

And me?, I was soaked instantly.

I, Katie Langford--spoiled, untouchable, prom queen, and campus princess—decided right then: *I’m going to fu*k him.* Or better yet, make *him* fu*k *me*. I always got what I wanted. Rich parents who threw money at me to stay out of their way, boys falling over themselves to please me, and a body I knew exactly how to use. Tight waist, full tits, long legs, and an ass that made men stupid. This professor was no different. He just didn’t know it yet. And I intended him knowing.

So I started teasing.

Short skirts that barely covered the curve of my as* when I sat in the front row.

Crossing and uncrossing my legs slowly while he lectured.

“Forgetting” my panties on days I knew he’d call on me.

Staying after class with innocent little questions that always drifted toward s*x—analyzing erotic subtext in classic novels, asking about power dynamics in forbidden relationships. I’d lean over his desk just enough for him to catch a glimpse of cleavage or the soft swell of my brea*ts against my too-tight blouse.

He fought it.

Every time I pushed, he’d warn me with that intense stare, jaw clenched. “Miss Langford, you’re testing dangerous limits,” he’d say, his voice was low but still carry roughness.

Once, after I’d lingered in his office for nearly an hour talking about *Lolita* with deliberate, breathy interest, he stood up, towering over me. “Go home, Katie. Stay away from me.”

I only smiled sweetly and pushed harder.

*****

The breaking point came on test day.

I showed up late on purpose, sauntering into the quiet hall where everyone else was hunched over their papers. Darius stood at the front, arms crossed, looking unfairly hot(as always) in a tailored black shirt that hugged his very muscular chest.

His eyes narrowed the second I walked in.

“Miss Langford. Why are you late?”

I didn’t answer right away. I let my gaze drop slowly to the front of his trousers, lingering on the growing bulge behind his zipper, then dragged my eyes back up to his face with a filthy slow little smile.

His c*ck twitched visibly. He coughed, trying to cover it, but I saw the way his knuckles whitened.

“Go to your seat, Mrs. Katie,” he said, voice strained but still commanding. “And get a pen. NOW.”

“Yes, Professor..,” I purred, slow and slutty, letting the words roll off my tongue like I was already on my knees for him.

I took my usual spot in the front row. No panties on (just for him ofcourse). As soon as I sat down, I parted my thighs under the desk just enough for him to see in between - Slowly and deliberately.

The cool air hit my slick, bare p*ssy as I spread wider, giving him a perfect view of my smooth, pink folds already glistening with arousal.

I watched his throat work - His adam-apple twiched visibly, his mouth parted slightly, eyes locked between my legs like a drowning man.

He swallowed hard, his adam-apple twiched visibly again, he coughed again, nearly choking.

The muscle in his jaw ticked furiously.

The rest of the class kept writing, oblivious.

“Miss Langford,” he finally said, unable to keep it in any longer, his voice was dangerously low and controlled. “Meet me in my office. *Now.*”

He walked to the entrance, and opened the door like a gentleman, but the look in his face said otherwise. and walked past him, my body brushing his, with a sway in my hips.

This time, I didn’t play coy.

The moment we were alone, I pushed harder. I stepped close, pressing my soft brea*ts against his chest, tilting my face up to his.

“You’ve been staring at my p*ssy all morning, Professor,” I whispered. “Don’t you want a closer look? Or maybe…. a taste?”

His control snapped.

He grabbed me, slamming his mouth down on mine in a hungry, dangerous kiss. It was all tongue and teeth, desperate and filthy. His big hand shoved under my skirt immediately, finding me bare, n*ked and dripping. Two thick fingers plunged inside me next, curling deep as his thumb rubbed my swollen clit fast.

I moaned hard breath into his mouth, grinding against his hand desperately like a whore. He finger-fucked me hard there, swallowing every whimper, his other hand squeezing my soft ass possessively.

The kiss was very sloppy, and very wet, hungry and perfect—his tongue dominating mine while his fingers stretched me open and went faster.

For one glorious moment, I thought he was finally going to bend me over right there.

Then he ripped himself away, breathing ragged, eyes wild with lust and fury.

“Get out,” he snarled. “Get the fuck out of my office, Katie.”

I tried to step closer again, seductive smile in place, but he grabbed my arm and practically dragged me toward the door.

I stopped at the threshold, looking back at him over my shoulder with a wicked little smile.

“This is only the beginning, Professor.”

His stormy eyes burned into me as I walked away.

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My phone buzzed as I left campus.

A text from Mom: Sweetheart, hurry home! I have a huge surprise for you. Be on your best behavior, okay? This is important. Love you!

I smirked, still buzzing from Darius’s fingers, and drove home.

I will be back tomorrow. And Professor Darius would won't escape me so easily.

******

The moment I stepped through the front door, I heard Mom’s excited voice.

“Katie! Honey, come meet someone!”

I walked into the living room and froze.

Mom was holding hands with a tall, broad-shouldered man. At first I couldn’t see his face clearly—he was turned slightly away. But then he turned.

Steel-gray eyes from earlier. That sharp jaw. Those powerful shoulders.

Professor Darius.

My p*ssy was still wet from his fingers.

“Katie… honey,” Mom beamed, glowing with happiness. “Meet Darius, my new husband. Your new stepdad.”

My world stopped spinning.