ENDLESS NIGHT

Professor Reed’s POV

The night felt endless.

I lay in Clara’s bed, heart still racing from the last round, my body covered in a thin layer of sweat. Clara was curled against me, breathing softly, her naked body warm and soft. For a moment, I allowed myself to enjoy it — the forbidden thrill of having two of my students in this room, the way they had moaned for me, the way their young, tight bodies had surrendered so completely.

But the fear never left me.

What the fuck am I doing? I thought, staring at the ceiling. Fucking my own students in one of their homes while her mother sleeps just downstairs… If we get caught, it’s over. My career. My reputation. Everything.

I turned to Clara and whispered, “We should rest now. We need to wake up early so I can leave before your mom notices.”

Clara looked up at me with those big, needy eyes. Even in the dark, I could see the hunger still burning there.

“But Professor…” she whispered, her voice barely audible, “I still want more. Please… just a little more.”

I shook my head, trying to be responsible. “Clara, we can’t risk it. Your mother is right there.”

She didn’t listen.

Instead, she slid under the blanket like a silent little temptress. I felt her small hands pulling down my pants. My cock, still semi-hard, sprang free. Before I could protest, her warm, wet mouth wrapped around the head.

“Fuck…” I hissed through clenched teeth, struggling to stay silent.

Clara sucked me slowly, teasingly, her tongue swirling around the tip while her hand stroked the base. She took me deeper, moaning softly around my thickness, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through me. I gripped the sheets, biting my lip hard to keep from groaning out loud.

She gave me the sloppiest, quietest handjob and blowjob combination I had ever experienced — stroking me fast while sucking the head, then slowing down to tease me mercilessly. My hips bucked involuntarily. I was losing control.

“Clara… shit…” I whispered, voice strained.

She worked me until I couldn’t hold back anymore. I came hard, spilling thick ropes of cum across her pretty face and tongue. She swallowed what she could, the rest dripping down her chin in the darkness.

Then she crawled up and whispered right against my ear, voice trembling with need:

“Fuck me, Daddy… with no mercy. I want this please.”

My resolve crumbled completely.

I flipped her onto her back, lifted one of her legs over my shoulder, and slid two fingers deep inside her soaked pussy. I fingered her fast and deep, curling them against her g-spot until her body started shaking. She covered her face with a pillow to muffle her moans as she squirted all over my hand.

I couldn’t wait any longer.

I pushed her legs over both my shoulders and drove my cock into her tight, dripping cunt in one deep thrust. I fucked her like that — deep, controlled strokes, trying desperately to stay quiet. The bed creaked softly beneath us. Clara’s muffled moans came from under the pillow as I pounded into her.

I flipped her over onto her stomach, her ass facing me. I spanked her cheeks hard, then buried my face between them, eating her pussy and ass from behind while she whimpered into the pillow. Then I pushed my cock back inside her and fucked her harder, teasing her first with just the head before slamming in fully.

She was so wet. So tight. So fucking perfect.

I finally pulled out and came all over her ass, thick ropes painting her skin.

We were both panting, trying to catch our breath when Clara whispered, “I want to ride you, Daddy.”

I lay back. She climbed on top, whispering “Yes, Daddy” as she sank down onto my cock. She rode me hard and fast, her tits bouncing, biting her lip to stay quiet. I gripped her ass, helping her move faster, thrusting up into her.

She was getting close again, her moans growing harder to control.

Then —

Knock. Knock.

“Clara?”

Her mother’s voice.