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Alexa’s POV. 

He raised his head up, his eyes meeting mine and I caught the slightest hint of a smirk on his lips. Oh sweet lord. He didn’t even look the surprised at all. Had he known that I was his student before he fucked me yesterday?

I blinked, shaking my head. He couldn’t have known. I mean, he wouldn’t willingly fuck his student, will he? Knowing how well it could ruin his career and my life if the school board found out.

His eyes shifted away from me as he walked to his table, opening a book and flipping through it.

“Are you going to keep standing there?” A guy seating close to where I was standing whispered harshly and I jumped, startled and cleared my throat. I rushed to a chair and sat, my eyes never leaving him.

How could he be acting so calm and collected now? He looked nothing like the man who had fucked me till my breath was knocked out of me. He didn’t seem like the man who just couldn’t have enough of me yesterday.

“Good morning class,” he began at last and cleared his throat, his eyes moving around each and every student till it landed on me again and stayed there for a few seconds. My core clenched as I remembered how well he handled me yesterday. Fuck. He looked even hotter with this serious aura around him.

“I’m your professor, Damon Blackwell. Welcome to English-Lit. I hope you all can handle it,” he added in a voice so devoid of emotion that I could barely reconnect him with the man from last night.

He began the class swiftly, taking us through the syllabus as then diving into the first two topics in the syllabus. All the whole my mind wouldn’t stop flashing back to last night, and my eyes wouldn’t stop going to his crotch. I had to wear my glasses so it wouldn’t be obvious to anyone watching that I was looking right at my Professor’s cloth covered cock.

Yet I could have sworn he caught me twice. And smirked at me. I shifted on my seat uncomfortably, taking in a deep breath and staring at the time on my watch and wishing the class would end fast.

Luckily, as if some goddess was listening to my prayer at that time, the timer for the class went up and I practically jumped from my seat, packing my bags and began to head for the door when his voice stopped me.

“Young lady in red?”

I stared down at my shirt and looked around to see if there was any other lady wearing red. Nope. There wasn’t any. I was just the only one wearing red.

“Me?” I asked, my voice coming out high pitched and squeaky.

“Is there another lady wearing red here?” He asked, raising a brow.

“Oh, um,” I stuttered, blinking rapidly and clearing my throat. He slid one hand into his pocket and began walking towards me. Only for him to walk past.

“My office. Now,” he called out as he walked out of the door, leaving me standing awkward with a few other students staring at me.

I cleared my throat, gathering myself and rushing out of the door. I ran to the 5th floor where the professors offices were located and started staring door after door for any Damon Blackwell. God how was he so fast?

Finally, I got to his office which was by the end of the hallway, and knocked once. I could tell he was inside but the reply didn’t come instantly. It was like he was driving pleasure in making me wait. And just as I raise my hand to knock again, he finally answered. “Come in.”

I scored, pushing the door open and stepping in.

“Close the door behind you please,” he added, not raising his head from whatever paper he was reading. I closed the door. “Your name?” He demanded.

“Alexa Carrerra,” I answered slowly, taking a step further into his office and suddenly feeling so irritated that he was put together and wasn’t bothered by the fact that he and I had mind blowing sex just last night while I was here unable to stop having flashbacks to last night.

“Miss Carrerra-“ he began but I cut him off with a frown.

“I’d rather go by Alexa. And are we gong to discuss how you fucked me and then disappeared last night?” I snapped.

“Were you expecting cuddles and all the touchy touchy shit?” He shot back, raising his head at last and shooting me an amused look.

“No but-“

“There are no buts. It’s a yes or no question and you already gave your answer,” he answered, the side of his lips pulling up in a smirk.

“Did you know that I was your student yesterday?” I demanded, crossing my arms at him because honestly, even though it sounded absurd as hell right now, I wouldn’t put it past him.

“C’mon now, Lexa. Today is the first time I’m taking your class. How could I have possibly known?” He shit back, his eyes gleaming with mischievousness that made my stomach turn to jelly.

“Why am I even here?” I asked, fighting the urge to roll my eyes because he was still my lecturer whether or not we had sex last night.

He got up from his chair swiftly, taking long strides towards me and then he stopped right in front of me. “What? C’mon don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy last night.”

I blinked, my mouth falling open in shock.

“You’re my lecturer!” I sputtered. “We ca-“

“You did, didn’t you?” He asked, cutting me off as he took one more step into my personal space.

I took a step back, my back hitting the closed door and he took one more step closer, placing his hands beside my head so that I was strapped between them.

“C’mon now,” he said in a low and husky voice, removing a hand from the wall and trailing light feathery touches from my hair down to my neck and then my chin. He forced me to look up at him and meet his eyes. “Answer me. You enjoyed it, didn’t you?”

“Um-“ I began and paused, thinking it through before I answered. “I did.” Apparently dick was much more important to me than my career and reputation.

“Good girl,” he replied, wrapping his hand around my throat and pinning me to the wall. Instantly my core clenched and I felt wetness pooling between my thighs. My bag and books fell from my hand in a daze as I stared into his eyes.

With his other hand, he trailed lightly down from the little cleavage exposing from my shirt.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” He demanded.

“R-right here?” I stuttered, my eyes going wide.

“Yes, Lexa. Right here, right now,” he answered, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “Do you want it?”

My heart was beating way too fast right now, and I blinked a couple of times before nodding.

“Use your words,” he ordered. His hand was under my skirt now, making circular motions in my pantries. I whimpered, closing my eyes and grinding against him.

“Use your words, Lexa, or I stop.”

“Yes!” I breathed out. “No, don’t stop. Gosh, don’t stop.”

“Good girl,” he praised, shifting my panties to the side and sliding a finger into me. I moaned, my eyes flying open and going so wide they might have popped out of their sockets.

He moved his hands slowly and gently, and then started going hard on me, pumping them in roughly and making me squirm against his hold at the extreme pleasure.

“Stay still now, Lexa, or I might actually punish you.”

I came immediately at his words, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. “Oh fuck,” I whimpered. “Profe-“

“Damon,” he corrected. “You’re going to call me Damon. In fact I want to hear you moan my name. I want to hear you scream my name.”

I came again, my body shaking violently against his hand as tears gathered in my eyes. Oh fuck. This was really much more intense than what we did yesterday. He leaned against me, his hard on picking me in the navel as his fingers ground hard inside me, caressing my walls and my already sensitive spot.

“I want hear you beg for my cock,” he whispered in my ear, grinding his hard on against me once again. “I want you to beg me for my cock.”

Something snapped in me and my eyes flashed. “I would never-“ I began and he wrapped his hand around my throat once again.

“Look at me,” he ordered, and I met his eyes, opening my mouth to get in air.

“You will beg me for my cock,” he said in a matter of fact manner. “And I’m going to take you so hard that you’ll be crying for me to stop.”

Tears welled up in my eyes once again and I nodded my head, struggling to breath and practically riding him and chasing my orgasm, only for him to remove his fingers from me and robbing me of my release.

“Damon,” I gasped, scoffing and whimpering at the same time.

“You know what I want to hear,” he answered with a smirk, taking a step back from me and bringing his sticky, cumm-covered fingers to his lips and licking them off his fingers.

My mouth fell open, just watching him lick my juices off his fingers like it was ice cream. And just like that, my core clenched again and I found myself doing just what I swore I never would.

“Please.”

“What?” He asked with a raised eyebrow and I could tell just how much fun he was having doing this to me.

“Please,” I begged. “Fuck me. Please.”

He smirked. “Thought you said you’d never,” he teased and I scowled.

“Don’t make me regret-“ I began but he cut me off by taking my hand and dragging me straight to his desk and clearing all the books on it with one swipe of his hand over the table. He bent me over the table, flipping my skirt up and sliding two fingers straight into me. He began to finger me harshly one again, and I could feel the orgasm building up once more. I moaned loudly, clenching around his fingers but then he removed it and I could hear him undo his pants.

The edge of the table was digging into my stomach badly as he rubbed my ass but the pain was worth the immense amount of pleasure I was sure he was about to give me right now.

I turned my head to see what was holding him back, just for his hand to land on my butt, spanking me hard.

I gasped and whimpered, closing my eyes for a moment on my him to slide the tip of his cock through my entrance, teasing me, and just when I least expected, he slammed into me, knoacking the breath out of me.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned and I opened my eyes just to see that look of ecstasy on his face that made me clench around his cock hard.

“Good girl,” he murmured, gripping my waist hard and slamming into me hard and fast, brushing my gspot in a less than gentle manner and sending sparks of pleasure from my core through my whole body. It didn’t take long for me to come hard around his cock, and even still he didn’t stop. He didn’t pause. He continued pounding into me so hard and fast that another orgasm blended into the first one.

He wrapped a hand around my throat, pulling me upright still my back was flushed against him. He kissed my neck, brushing  against my spot so harsh that I felt myself climaxing once again just as I felt a sharp pain in my neck. But it was gone as soon as I felt it.