Chapter 2

Mia didn’t even wait for the next day. Three hours after swallowing Professor Vale’s cum in the empty lecture hall, she was standing outside his office door, heart pounding with wicked excitement. The hallway was still busy—students coming and going for afternoon office hours. Perfect.

She had changed outfits. The pleated skirt was gone. Now she wore a tight crimson sweater that clung to her full breasts and a black micro-skirt so short it barely covered the curve of her ass. No panties. Her thighs still bore faint marks from his fingers earlier.

She knocked once.

“Come in.”

Adrian’s voice was clipped, professional. When she stepped inside, his eyes darkened instantly.

“Miss Sinclair. I believe we said this wouldn’t happen again.”

Mia closed the door behind her but didn’t lock it. She smiled sweetly and dropped into the chair across from his massive oak desk. “I’m here for academic reasons, Professor. I have questions about the syllabus.”

Adrian’s jaw clenched. Two other students were already waiting outside—he could see their shadows under the door. He sat behind his desk in a crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled up to expose strong forearms, trying desperately to look unaffected.

“Make it quick,” he said coldly.

Mia spread her legs under the desk, just enough that her bare, still-sensitive pussy was exposed to the cool air. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on his desk so her breasts nearly spilled out of the low neckline.

“I was wondering…” she said softly, voice dripping with innocence, “…how deep I should go with the assigned reading. Do you prefer your students to take it slow… or swallow everything at once?”

Adrian’s hand tightened around his pen so hard it nearly snapped. His eyes flicked to the door, then back to her. Under the desk, his cock was already thickening again.

“You’re playing a very dangerous game,” he growled under his breath.

Mia bit her lip and slipped one hand between her thighs, slowly circling her clit right in front of him. “I’m so wet again, Professor. I can’t stop thinking about how you called me your cumslut earlier. How your cock stretched my throat.”

A knock sounded on the door.

“Professor Vale? I have my essay draft,” a male student called from outside.

Adrian’s eyes flashed with warning. “One moment,” he answered, voice steady. To Mia, he hissed, “Stop touching yourself right now.”

She didn’t. Instead, she slid two fingers inside her soaked cunt, letting the wet sounds be barely audible across the desk. “Make me stop, then. Or are you scared someone will hear what a whore your favorite student is?”

Adrian stood up so fast his chair scraped loudly. He walked around the desk, grabbed her by the throat, and pulled her up out of the chair in one smooth motion. His grip was firm but controlled—dominant.

“You want to get caught?” he whispered harshly against her ear, squeezing her neck just enough to make her gasp. “You want the entire department to know you’re my personal campus cumdump?”

Mia moaned softly, nodding as much as his hand allowed.

He spun her around and bent her over his desk, face pressed against the cool wood beside a stack of graded papers. He flipped her tiny skirt up, exposing her bare ass and dripping pussy.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he muttered, running two fingers through her folds. “You really came here with nothing underneath. Greedy little slut.”

He slapped her ass hard—once, twice, three times. The sharp smacks echoed in the office. Mia whimpered, pushing back for more.

Adrian glanced at the door again. The shadow of the waiting student was still there. He unzipped his trousers, pulled out his thick, heavy cock, and rubbed the swollen head against her entrance.

“You’re going to take every inch quietly,” he warned, voice low and filthy. “If you moan too loud, I stop and send you out with my cum running down your legs for everyone to see. Understand?”

“Yes, Professor,” she breathed.

He thrust into her in one brutal stroke, burying himself balls-deep in her tight heat. Mia’s mouth opened in a silent cry. He was bigger than she remembered—stretching her walls perfectly, hitting depths that made her eyes roll back.

“Fuck, this pussy is addictive,” Adrian groaned quietly, gripping her hips as he started fucking her with deep, punishing strokes. The desk creaked under them. “So wet. So fucking tight for your professor’s cock. You were made to be ruined like this.”

He reached around and rubbed her clit fast while pounding into her. Every thrust pushed her harder against the desk. His balls slapped against her skin.

Another knock. “Professor? Should I come back later?”

Adrian didn’t stop thrusting. He leaned over Mia’s back, one hand covering her mouth, the other still playing with her clit. “No—stay there,” he called out, voice only slightly strained. “I’ll be done soon.”

The double meaning made Mia clench hard around him.

“You like that?” he whispered darkly into her ear, slamming into her harder. “You like knowing another student is right outside while I wreck your cunt? Filthy fucking girl. This pussy is going to milk every drop of my cum, isn’t it?”

Mia nodded frantically against his palm, drooling slightly from the intensity.

Adrian’s pace became savage but controlled—deep, rolling strokes that made her see stars. “I’m going to fill you up until you’re dripping for the rest of the day. Walk around campus with your professor’s load inside you like the secret cumslut you are. Maybe I’ll breed this tight little hole one day. Pump you so full you’ll be carrying my child while sitting in my lectures.”

The dirty breeding talk sent her over the edge. Mia came violently, her scream muffled by his hand as her pussy spasmed and gushed around his cock. Her juices coated his shaft and dripped down her thighs.

Adrian followed right after, burying himself to the hilt and unloading thick, hot ropes of cum deep inside her. He groaned low in his throat, hips jerking as he emptied himself completely.

For a few seconds, the only sound was their heavy breathing.

He pulled out slowly, watching with dark satisfaction as his cum leaked from her swollen pussy. He used two fingers to push some of it back inside her.

“Keep it in,” he ordered quietly. “Don’t you dare clean up.”

Mia stood on shaky legs, pulling her skirt down. Her cheeks were flushed, lips bitten red. She looked thoroughly fucked.

Adrian tucked himself away and straightened his shirt, already slipping back into his authoritative mask. But his eyes betrayed him—hungry, conflicted, obsessed.

“This has to stop,” he said, though his voice lacked conviction. “I could lose everything.”

Mia stepped close, rising on her toes to kiss his jaw. “Then why does it feel like you’ll die if you don’t fuck me again tomorrow, Professor?”

She turned and walked out of his office without waiting for an answer, feeling his warm cum slowly trickling down her inner thigh as she passed the waiting student in the hallway.

Adrian sat back down at his desk, staring at the door long after she left. His hands were still shaking.

He was already planning when he could have her next.