Making my professor c*m 3

A gasp escaped me as Alexander kissed me, and taking the opportunity, his tongue slid into my mouth. His hand moved to the back of my head, pulling me closer, causing my eyes to flutter shut as the words I wanted to say died in my throat.

His lips were hot against mine, leaving me breathless and aching.

I moaned, my hands reaching out to grip his shirt tightly as I pulled him closer, our lips moving in perfect sync.

God, what was this man doing to me? This shouldn't be happening, I shouldn't be letting this happen.

“Fuck,” a moan slipped from my lips as Alexander pulled away, only to tilt my head to the other side. His lips found my neck, placing lingering kisses along my skin, sending pleasurable shivers down my spine.

“Do you like it?” he asked, voice low as his arms slid around my waist. “Do you like the thought of me fucking you on this desk right now, sweetheart?”

I hissed as he sank his teeth into my skin, leaving a hickey before flicking his tongue over the spot.

“The idea of getting fucked by your professor, right here on his desk... I bet you’re already dripping,” he whispered between kisses. “Aching,” he added, his hands slipping down to my hips.

Before I could react, he yanked me toward him, pulling me to the edge of the desk. I bit my bottom lip, my heart pounding wildly in my chest as I heard him whisper,

 “Ready for me”

Alexander leaned back, his face just inches from mine. I swallowed hard, catching the intense look in his eyes.

“Am I right, sweetheart?” he murmured, his hands sliding my skirt up until my panties came into view. I saw his eyes flicker down, and a smug smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, no doubt at the sight of how wet I was for him.

 “You want me.”

My face flushed with embarrassment, and I shook my head, about to tell him this wasn’t the deal we made  but before I could speak, a gasp escaped me as his thumb pressed against my clit, stroking me through the fabric of my panties.

“Oh God,” I whispered breathlessly, my head falling back in pleasure as his thumb kept working me. My body moved before my brain could catch up, my legs parting wider for him, giving him more access to my pussy.

I didn’t have to look to know the smug bastard was smirking right now.

Without a word, Alexander pushed my panties aside, and my body tensed, my back arching as he slid a finger slowly into my throbbing core, filling the ache that had been building inside me.

Oh God, yes.

“Fuck, you’re just as tight as I remembered,” Alexander muttered under his breath, sliding his finger in and out before adding another, building a slow, steady rhythm.

My hands gripped the edge of the desk, head tilted back, eyes fixed on the ceiling as I breathed through my nose, trying not to focus on how his thick fingers stretched me out, how good he felt.

“Do you still think about that night, sweetheart?” he asked, voice low and husky, his rhythm slow and teasing as his fingers worked their way inside me, drawing soft whimpers from my lips. “Did you miss me like I did? Is that why you’re clenching around my fingers like this? Because your body missed me?”

He brought his free hand to my thigh, holding me still as I tried to move against his fingers, desperate to cum.

“Because your body remembers how good it felt when you came undone on my fingers last time? Is that why you’re acting like a desperate little thing right now?”

“Argh,” I whimpered, my eyes fluttering shut as he curled his fingers slightly, hitting deep.

“Tell me, sweetheart,” he rasped as my body trembled. “Tell me how much you missed me. Tell me you touch yourself thinking about me, just like I do. Tell me… you want me.”

I felt it.

As his fingers kept moving inside me, I felt the intense urge to cum and from the way he hummed as my walls tightened around him, he knew it too.

Which was exactly why the sneaky bastard slowed the pace.

My eyes snapped open, and just as I lowered my head, his free hand reached up to cradle the back of it, pulling me closer to him. But this time, he didn’t kiss me.

Instead, he leaned in, his breath hot against my ear as he whispered,

“Tell me you want me, and I’ll make you cum. That’s all I need, just those words, and I’ll have you cumming within seconds.”

My breath hitched as I felt him slowly pull his fingers out, only to push them back in with the same teasing pace. Inch by inch, he made me take his fingers before dragging them out again in that lazy rhythm.

It was pure torture.

What he was doing right now was torture. He was trying to make me lose control, trying to make me say those words, knowing that if I did, he’d have me exactly where he wanted. And fuck, I knew it was wrong. What we were doing right now was so bad yet the words spilled out of my lips before I could stop them.

“I want you, please. I want to cum, Professor!” I cried out, and as soon as the words left my mouth, I heard a dark chuckle from Alexander. He leaned back and pushed me down onto the desk, laying me flat against it.

My heart pounded, and I tried to get up but the next moment, I slapped a hand over my mouth to stifle the scream that tore from my throat as Alexander began thrusting his fingers fast inside me, making my back arch and my eyes squeeze shut as I tried to hold in the sounds threatening to escape.

“Good girl,” he praised as I got closer to my orgasm. “Keep your voice down, we can’t let anyone hear what we’re doing in here. Can’t let them know the Dean’s daughter is having this much fun, right?” he added with a low mocking chuckle 

“I— I’m about to—” I whispered breathlessly, pulling my hand away from my mouth, unable to finish the sentence as Alexander let out a low grunt.

“Cum for me, sweetheart.”

The moment the words left his lips, I hissed, my eyes rolling back as my body jolted forward and I came, trembling uncontrollably.

I panted, slowly opening my eyes just in time to see Alexander pulling his fingers out and bringing them to his lips. His eyes locked onto mine as he licked them clean, murmuring “delicious” under his breath.

My face flushed bright pink, whether from embarrassment or the fact I was turned on, I wasn’t sure. But I didn’t have time to think, because in the next second, his hands gripped my hips and lifted me slightly before sliding off my panties.

I swallowed hard as he pulled me closer to the edge of the desk, one hand wrapping around his hard length as he smirked.

“Now, time for the real fun.”