Chapter 3

The university library’s restricted upper floor was nearly deserted by 9 PM. Only the faint hum of fluorescent lights and the occasional creak of old wooden shelves broke the silence. Mia had claimed a corner table in the rare books section, surrounded by towering stacks that smelled of dust, leather, and aged paper. Her laptop was open to notes on *Delta of Venus*, but her mind was elsewhere—specifically on the thick load of Professor Vale’s cum still faintly leaking into the fresh pair of panties she’d changed into after his office.

She crossed her legs, feeling the soreness between them, and smiled to herself.

Footsteps echoed from the end of the aisle. Adrian appeared between the shelves like a shadow, carrying a small stack of reference books. He froze when he saw her.

“Miss Sinclair,” he said tightly, voice low enough not to carry. “This is not a good idea.”

Mia leaned back in her chair, letting her short skirt ride up. “I’m just studying, Professor. You’re the one who came to *my* floor.”

Adrian’s eyes flicked down the long empty aisle, then back to her. He set the books down on her table with deliberate calm, but his knuckles were white. “I came for research. You need to leave. Now.”

Instead of leaving, Mia stood and stepped closer, backing him slowly between two tall shelves until his back hit the wood. “You’ve been hard since you walked in here. I can see it.” Her hand brushed the front of his trousers. “Tell me you don’t want to fuck your cumslut again tonight.”

Adrian grabbed her wrist, but he didn’t push her away. “This has to stop. I’m your professor. I could lose my job, my reputation—everything. My ex-wife already destroyed me once with scandals. I won’t survive another.”

Mia’s expression softened for a moment. “Then why did you follow me here?”

Before he could answer, her phone buzzed loudly on the table. She glanced at the screen: **Lucas Grant**. *Where are you babe? Party at the frat house. Miss that pussy.*

Adrian saw the name. His grip on her wrist tightened possessively. “Who the fuck is Lucas?”

“My ex,” she whispered. “Jealous asshole who thinks he still owns me.”

Something dark flashed in Adrian’s eyes. He spun her around, pressing her front against the shelves. Old books rattled. “You’re not his,” he growled into her ear, yanking her skirt up and ripping her panties down in one motion. “You’re *mine* now. My dirty little campus whore.”

Mia moaned softly as cool air hit her bare, still-swollen pussy. “Yes, Professor. Show me.”

His hand came down hard on her ass—three sharp, stinging spanks that echoed too loudly in the quiet library. “Quiet,” he warned, but his voice was thick with lust. “Or the night librarian will come up here and see what a mess your professor makes of you.”

He dropped to his knees behind her, spreading her cheeks and burying his face between her thighs. His tongue dragged roughly through her folds, tasting the remnants of their earlier encounter mixed with her fresh arousal. Mia bit her lip hard to stay silent, gripping the shelf as he devoured her.

“Fuck— Professor, your tongue feels so good,” she whispered. “Eat your cumslut’s pussy like you own it.”

Adrian groaned against her, the vibration making her knees weak. He sucked her clit hard while pushing two thick fingers deep inside, curling them perfectly. The wet, obscene sounds of him licking and fingering her filled the narrow space between the stacks.

“You taste like sin,” he rasped, pulling back just enough to speak. “This greedy cunt is already dripping again. You came here hoping I’d fuck you raw, didn’t you? Hoping I’d breed you so deep Lucas would smell me on you tomorrow.”

Mia’s hips bucked back against his face. “Yes— God, yes. Fill me up. Make me yours.”

He stood abruptly, unzipping his trousers and freeing his massive, throbbing cock. Without another word, he lifted one of her legs, hooked it over his hip, and thrust into her in one powerful stroke. Mia’s head fell back against the shelves as he stretched her wide.

“So fucking tight every time,” Adrian groaned, starting to fuck her with deep, punishing strokes. The shelves creaked dangerously with each thrust. “This pussy was made for your professor’s cock. Say it.”

“It’s yours,” she gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. “My cunt belongs to Professor Vale. I’m your cumslut—only yours.”

His hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her vision blur with pleasure. “Louder. Tell me while I ruin you.”

“I’m your filthy cumslut,” she moaned, louder than she should have. “Use me. Breed me. Pump me full so everyone knows who owns this hole.”

Adrian’s pace turned feral. He fucked her harder against the books, one hand choking her, the other gripping her ass. The wet slap of skin on skin and the creak of wood were dangerously loud. “That’s right. I’m going to flood this womb until you’re leaking for days. Walking into my lecture tomorrow with my cum still inside you while you take notes like a good girl.”

Mia’s orgasm hit her like a freight train. Her walls clamped down around him, pulsing wildly as she came hard, biting his shoulder to muffle her cry.

Adrian didn’t stop. He pulled out suddenly, spun her around, and bent her over a nearby study table. Papers scattered. He slammed back into her from behind, even deeper this way, pounding relentlessly.

“Again,” he commanded, reaching around to rub her clit. “Cum on my cock again like the desperate whore you are.”

She did—shattering a second time, juices squirting down her thighs and onto the floor. Adrian followed with a guttural groan, burying himself to the hilt and unloading thick, hot ropes of cum deep inside her. He kept thrusting through it, pushing every drop as far as it would go.

“Take it all,” he panted. “Keep my seed where it belongs.”

They stayed locked together for a long moment, breathing heavily. Adrian pressed soft kisses to the back of her neck, a surprising tenderness after the roughness.

Then reality crashed back.

“Fuck,” he whispered, pulling out carefully. He watched his cum drip from her pussy before using his fingers to push some back inside. “This is insane. We can’t keep doing this.”

Mia turned, pulling up her panties and skirt, feeling deliciously full and claimed. “But we will. You know we will.”

A new sound—footsteps on the stairs leading to their floor. Adrian’s eyes widened. “Shit. Hide.”

They quickly straightened the table and shelves. A security guard’s flashlight beam swept the far end of the aisle just as they slipped behind another stack. The guard paused, then continued on.

Once the coast was clear, Adrian grabbed her arm. “This was the last time, Mia. I mean it.”

She smiled, rising on her toes to kiss him deeply. “Whatever you say, Professor.”

As she left the library, her phone buzzed again. Another text from Lucas: *I know you’re with someone. We need to talk.*

Adrian watched her go from the shadows, already feeling the pull to text her later tonight.

He was screwed.