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Chapter 4
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2026-07-11 06:41:39The next evening, Elena sat alone in her office, nerves completely frayed and stomach twisted in knots after another sleepless night filled with guilt.
She kept replaying the security camera footage in her mind, the images burning behind her eyes.
The door opened suddenly without knocking. Marcus stepped in, holding a small USB drive between his fingers.
“Looking for this?” he asked calmly, closing the door with a soft but final click.
Elena’s stomach dropped hard. She stood up fast, heart hammering violently against her ribs. “Marcus, what the hell is that?”
“It’s the footage from last night,” he said, holding it up. “Everything. You moaning my name, me buried deep inside you on your desk, all of it captured clearly.”
The small plastic drive felt heavy with threat even from across the room. Elena felt panic and deep shame crash over her like cold water. *This could destroy my entire life in seconds.*
“Are you blackmailing me?” she asked, her voice shaking with a mix of anger and fear. “After what we did, you’re really going to ruin me like this?”
Marcus shook his head slowly and stepped closer, his presence filling the room. “No. I’m not that kind of piece of trash. I brought it to you. I’ll delete it right now… if you agree to more private lessons with me.”
Elena’s mind spun wildly with conflicting emotions. Part of her wanted to slap him hard across the face. Another part remembered the burning stretch and heat of him inside her. The internal battle raged fiercely.
“You want me to keep sleeping with you in exchange for the video?” she whispered, throat tight.
Marcus looked straight into her eyes, completely serious. “I want you, Elena. Not just sex. I want more time with you. Say yes and I delete this right here, right now, in front of you.”
She stared at the USB drive, then back at his handsome, determined face. The risk terrified her, but the magnetic pull toward him felt even stronger. “Fine,” she breathed. “But not here. The big lecture hall downstairs should be empty tonight.”
They slipped downstairs quietly, hearts racing. The moment the heavy lecture hall door closed behind them with a solid thud, the tension exploded into the cool, cavernous space. The room smelled faintly of old wood, chalk dust, and polished floors.
Elena surprised even herself by shoving Marcus back firmly into one of the wide front-row seats. The wooden surface felt hard and cool against her palms. “Tonight, I’m in control,” she said, her voice husky with need and leftover anger.
Marcus grinned up at her, already rock hard in his jeans. “Then take what you want, Professor. I’m all yours.”
She straddled him quickly, hiking up her tight skirt. The cool air of the lecture hall kissed her bare thighs, raising goosebumps. She pulled her soaked panties aside, feeling the slick heat of her own arousal. His thick cock felt scorching hot and velvety as it rubbed against her dripping, sensitive folds.
“You’re deleting that video right after this,” she demanded, lowering herself onto him slowly. Every thick inch stretched her open with a delicious, burning pressure that made her gasp sharply. The fullness felt overwhelming.
Marcus groaned deeply, his strong fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. “Fuck, Elena… you’re so tight and soaking wet around me. I’ll delete it. I promise.”
She started riding him with growing confidence, rocking her hips in deep, rolling motions. The slick, velvety friction of his cock sliding in and out of her sent electric sparks shooting up her spine. Guilt still burned hot in her chest, but the physical pleasure overpowered it.
“Tell me why you’re really doing this,” she panted, bouncing faster on his thick length. The wet slapping sounds of skin on skin echoed loudly through the empty lecture hall.
Marcus thrust up powerfully to meet her, filling her completely with every stroke. His hands felt rough and possessive on her waist. “Not just fucking you. I’ve wanted you since the very first day of class. Your sharp mind, your passionate voice when you teach, the way you look at me. I’m completely addicted to all of you.”
Elena moaned loudly as his honest words sank deep inside her. She rode him harder, her full breasts bouncing heavily with every movement. The heat of his hands gripping her skin felt possessive and thrilling. Sweat began to slick their bodies, making everything slide together deliciously.
“I shouldn’t want this at all,” she gasped, leaning down to kiss him hungrily. His mouth tasted like mint and raw desire, his tongue hot and demanding against hers. “You’re my student. This is so fucking wrong on every level.”
Marcus kissed her back fiercely, one hand sliding under her blouse to squeeze her bare breasts. His rough palms felt electric against her sensitive skin, thumbs brushing and pinching her hard nipples. “Wrong feels too damn good with you. I don’t care about the rules when I’m buried so deep inside this perfect, tight pussy.”
She sat up straighter, riding him with long, powerful strokes. The thick drag and stretch of his cock against her inner walls sent constant jolts of pleasure through her entire body. The wooden seat creaked rhythmically beneath their combined weight.
“I can’t stop thinking about you either,” she admitted breathlessly, grinding harder against him. “Even though I know this could completely destroy my whole life and career.”
Marcus groaned loudly, thrusting up harder. His cock throbbed and pulsed inside her, the heat and pressure building intensely. “Then let’s burn together, Elena. I’ll protect you as much as I can. I swear it.”
Elena felt her orgasm building fast and dangerously intense. Her thighs trembled with effort, her inner walls clenching tightly around his thick length as she rode him with desperate need. Every grind sent powerful jolts through her swollen clit and deep inside her core.
“I’m so close,” she moaned, grinding harder and faster. The slick, wet heat between them felt obscene and perfect. “Fuck, Marcus, I’m about to—”
The lecture hall door suddenly creaked open loudly, the sound cutting through the air like a gunshot.
One of her other students stepped inside, looking around for something left behind.
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