Making my professor c*m 4

Everything happened so fast.

 One moment, Alexander positioned himself at my entrance, and the next he gripped my hips and thrust inside me in a single motion, making me take his full length without the slightest gentleness as my legs dangle at his sides.

Before I could stop myself, a moan tore from my throat, and my whole body shuddered in pleasure, my eyes rolling back as he stretched me out, my walls tightening around his cock.

 God, this man was huge! The least he could do was be gentle. I wasn’t a virgin, but it still hurt.

Yet... it also felt good. Fuck.

“Mmmm,” he grunted, leaning in on the desk, his hand coming up to cover my mouth, silencing me.

“Shhh,” he murmured in my ear as I trembled beneath him. “You feel that, sweetheart? It’s divine, isn’t it? I haven’t even started moving yet, and you’re already trembling.”

I blinked, staring at the ceiling as ragged breaths escaped me, slowly adjusting to Alexander’s size.

“Even when you ignore me and try to forget what happened that night between us, I knew you’d come back to me. And you know why?” he asked, leaning back, his hands pulling my skirt higher before  gripping my hips.

“Because your body wants me,” he grunted, and as soon as the words left his mouth, he pulled out of me only to slam back in with a hard thrust that jerked my body forward, making me gasp.

“Because your body can’t forget me,” he whispered, and I slapped a hand over my mouth to stifle my moans as he pulled out again and slammed back in with each word he spoke.

“It can’t forget the pleasure it felt,”

He repeated the same motion— slow but hard thrusts that made everything feel hazy.

“The way you moaned...”

Slam!

“The way you came beneath me...”

Slam!

“It remembers it all, sweetheart.”

I removed my hand from my mouth as Alexander released his grip on my hips, then grabbed one of my legs, lifting it higher to his waist.

“And I’m going to remind you who gives your body that pleasure all over again,” he whispered, his voice husky and thick with desire, before he began moving in and out of me at a steady, relentless pace.

I whimpered, the desk creaking beneath me with each powerful thrust that sent shockwaves through my body, forcing me to bite down on my bottom lip to stifle the lewd sounds threatening to escape.

I wasn’t sure if it was the position, the fact that I was doing this for good grades, or that we were having sex on his desk where anyone could knock and walk in but the pleasure coursing through me was overwhelming and intense. My mind no longer clung to resistance or denial, only to the way his cock moved in and out of me, again and again.

“Fuck, you’re tight— so fucking perfect,” he groaned, his grip on my thigh tightening as he picked up the pace, slamming into me harder and faster.

“Oh God!” I moaned as he angled his hips just right, hitting a spot inside me that made my vision blur.

Literally.

“Oh fuck, right there, Professor. Please, right there.” The plea spilled from my lips like a filthy, desperate prayer before I could stop myself, my body jolting up with each thrust.

“Right here?” he growled, slamming into the same spot again, forcing me to cry out and squeeze my eyes shut.

His thrusts continued.

Deep, hard, and fast.

“Argh,” I hissed as his hand reached up to my chest, roughly yanking my shirt down before pulling my breast out of my bra.

A shiver ran through me as he leaned in, taking my nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking over it while his thrusts never slowed.

“Oh my God!” I cried out, my hand flying to his head as his other hand slid under my bra, pulling out my other nipple and giving it a sharp pinch.

A sharp sensation shot through my spine, and I could feel myself getting closer to the edge for the second time.

Alexander seemed to know it too, because he released my nipple, grabbed both of my hands, and pinned them above my head as he leaned in, his lips claiming mine in a brutal kiss.

My moans were swallowed by his mouth, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, his relentless thrusts pushing me closer to the edge as my walls tightened around his cock.

Fuck, I was so close. So overwhelmed.

I couldn’t even kiss Alexander back anymore, my back arched, body straining, as my release built rapidly.

Then, just a second before I came, Alexander broke the kiss and hissed,

“Cum for me. Cum for your professor, sweetheart.”

The moment the words left his mouth, he covered mine with his hand, muffling my cries as I came, trembling uncontrollably beneath him.

“Good girl, that’s it,” he grunted, his thrusts growing rougher as he chased his own release. “You’re squeezing me so tight, fuck.”

My breathing was ragged as I lay trembling beneath him, trying to recover from the intense release I’d just had. He removed his hand from my mouth and slid it lower to the curve of my neck.

I inhaled sharply as his hand tightened— not too hard, but enough to make me arch my back and close my eyes while Alexander’s thrusts became sloppy and fast.

“That’s it,” he rasped, his voice barely above a whisper. “Take my cock, sweetheart. Make me cum.”

I bit my bottom lip as Alexander’s hips jerked inside me, and with one hard thrust, he began cumming, spilling his seed deep within.

I exhaled at the warm rush flooding me, a moan slipping past my lips as my body went limp, too weak to move.

Alexander, however, didn’t stop moving his hips, though slower now as he rode out the high.

After a few seconds, his hand loosened around my neck, and I whimpered at the loss of contact as he gently pulled out of me.

Then, without warning, he wrapped his arms around my waist, lifting me and settling me onto the desk.

I breathed heavily as I watched him. He stayed between my legs, his intense gaze fixed on me. For a brief moment, neither of us said a word, we just stared at each other.

But just as I was about to break the silence, Alexander leaned in, closing the space between us. His lips brushed mine in a kiss— soft, this time.

Before I knew it, my arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as I returned the kiss, my eyes fluttering shut, heart pounding wildly in my chest.

When he finally pulled away, his hand gently brushed my cheek, and with a small smile, he murmured,

“Good girl. You get an A+.”