Chapter 2: Fucked Raw By My Professor Daddy

A low, rough sound rumbled in his chest.

“Professor Daddy…” he repeated, voice dropping into something darker. “Fuck.”

He reached past her and locked the lecture hall door with a sharp click. When he turned back, his eyes were almost black with want.

He hauled her out of the chair in one strong pull, spinning her so her back hit the edge of the desk. One hand braced beside her hip; the other fisted in the tiny mesh top and yanked it up, freeing her heavy breasts. Cool air touched her skin for half a second before his mouth was on her—hot, open, sucking one hard pink nipple between his lips while his tongue flicked and pressed. The metal of his lip piercing scraped lightly against the sensitive peak.

“These have been driving me insane,” he growled against her skin, switching to the other breast, sucking harder, teeth grazing just enough to sting. His free hand shoved her micro mini up around her waist, exposing her completely. Two thick fingers slid between her folds without warning, finding her already slick and warm.

“Soaked… just from teasing me all period.” He pushed those fingers deeper, curling them, rubbing firmly while his thumb circled her clit. “This is what happens when you flash that pretty cunt at Daddy for weeks.”

He pulled off her nipple with a wet sound and crashed his mouth onto hers, kissing her deep and filthy. At the same time he freed his cock, the thick, heavy length springing out, flushed and leaking. He dragged the swollen head up and down her wet slit, coating himself in her.

“Legs around me,” he ordered against her lips. “Now.”

The second she obeyed, he pushed in—slow but relentless—stretching her open around every thick inch until he was buried to the base. A deep groan left him as her heat gripped him. He stayed still for a second, forehead against hers, breathing hard.

“That’s it… take every bit of it.” His hands gripped her hips hard enough to leave marks as he started thrusting, deep and steady at first. “You wanted Daddy’s attention. You’re getting all of it. Every hard inch. Every time you teased me, every time you opened those legs… this is what you were asking for.”

He fucked her harder, the desk creaking under them. One hand slid up to keep her top shoved under her chin so he could watch her breasts bounce with every thrust. His other hand stayed between them, thumb working her clit in tight circles.

“Such a good girl for Professor Daddy… taking this cock so well. Look at you—already dripping down my balls.” His voice was a low, filthy growl right against her ear. “I’m going to fill this tight little student cunt until it’s overflowing. And you’re going to thank me for it.”

She moaned, head falling back.

“It feels so good, Daddy… fuck yesssssss, rip my pussy apart—”

A dark, feral sound ripped out of his throat.

“Rip it apart?” he snarled. “Gladly.”

He hooked both hands under her knees and shoved them up toward her chest, folding her open so he could drive even deeper. His hips snapped forward harder, faster, the thick length of his cock slamming into her with wet, brutal force. The desk legs scraped loudly against the floor with every thrust.

“Feel that?” he growled against her ear. “Every fucking inch stretching this greedy little cunt. You asked for it. You teased me for weeks with that pretty pussy and those heavy tits… now take it.”

He didn’t hold back. The pace turned almost punishing—deep, relentless strokes that forced the air out of her lungs every time he bottomed out. One hand stayed locked behind her knee; the other moved to her throat, not squeezing hard, just holding her there so she had to look at him while he wrecked her.

“That’s it… take Daddy’s cock like a good girl. Listen to how wet you are. Fucking soaked.” His voice was strained. “I’m going to ruin this tight student pussy. Going to leave you limping out of my classroom with my cum dripping down your thighs.”

He slammed in especially hard, grinding deep, then started a new, vicious rhythm. Sweat dripped from his jaw onto her chest.

“Come on my cock,” he ordered, dark eyes locked on hers. “Come for Professor Daddy while I rip this perfect cunt open.”

She shattered.

Her pussy clamped down hard around him as she squirted, the sudden hot rush of fluid soaking his cock and splashing between them, running down his balls and onto the desk. A deep, guttural groan tore out of his throat.

“Fuck—yes. That’s it. Squirt all over Daddy’s cock.”

He didn’t slow down. He fucked her through it harder, using the extra wetness to slam even deeper. His hand stayed firm on her throat, the other still holding one of her legs wide open so he could watch every twitch of her soaked, stretched cunt taking him.

“You’re a very bad student,” he growled as he fucked her mercilessly, hips slamming into her. “Failing all my tests and exams. And now you’re going to use this tight little pussy to work for better grades. Every changed grade… every A I give you… you’ll earn it right here on this desk.”

“Look at the mess you’re making,” he continued, voice rough. “Drenching my cock… dripping down the desk. Such a filthy little student.”

He felt his own orgasm building fast. He drove in deep one last time, burying himself to the hilt, and let go with a low, broken sound. Thick ropes of cum pumped into her in heavy pulses, flooding her already-soaked pussy until it started to leak out around his cock with every small grind of his hips.

He stayed buried inside her, breathing hard, forehead pressed to hers. His cock still throbbed as the last spurts emptied into her.

“Good girl… taking every drop.” He slowly rolled his hips once more, pushing his cum deeper. “That’s how Professor Daddy takes care of you.”

He eased back just enough to look down between them—watching the thick mix of her squirt and his cum leak out around his still-hard cock—and gave a satisfied, almost feral smile.

“We’re not done yet.”

She smirked up at him, still breathless.

“Daddy wants more of this pussy?”

A low, dark chuckle rumbled in his chest.

“More?” He pulled out slowly, watching the thick mix stretch between them before dripping onto the desk. His cock was still hard, glistening and heavy. He dragged the swollen head through the mess on her pussy, coating himself again.

“I just flooded this tight little cunt and you’re already asking for more.” His eyes dragged down her body—mesh top still shoved under her chin, large breasts heaving, pussy red and used and leaking. “Greedy student.”

He gripped her hips and flipped her over in one smooth motion, bending her face-down over the desk so her chest pressed against the cool surface and her ass was up. One hand fisted in her hair, the other spread her open. He lined up and pushed back in with a single deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt again.

A rough groan left him as her wet heat swallowed him.

“Yes,” he growled against her ear, starting a new hard rhythm from behind. “Daddy wants more of this pussy. Wants to feel it flutter and drip and take every inch again.” His hips slapped against her ass, the wet sounds even louder now. “You’re going to stay bent over this desk until I decide you’ve had enough… and right now I haven’t.”

He reached around, two fingers finding her swollen clit, rubbing firm circles while he fucked her deep and steady.

“So keep that smug little smirk. I’m going to fuck it right off your face.”