My Naughty Professor {1}

The lecture hall lights were dimmed low, casting long shadows across the empty rows of seats.

Professor Elena Voss sat at her desk, red pen in hand, trying to focus on the stack of final papers.

Her blouse was slightly unbuttoned from the heat, and her tight black skirt rode up her thighs as she crossed her legs.

She told herself she was just working late. Nothing more.

But her mind kept drifting to him.

The door creaked open without a knock. Professor Alexander Kane stepped inside, locking it behind him with a quiet click that made her stomach flip.

He wore a dark button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing strong forearms.

That cocky, devilish smirk was already on his face.

“Still grading at midnight, Professor?” he asked, voice smooth and teasing as he walked toward her. “Or were you waiting for me?”

Elena’s heart raced. She set the pen down and stood quickly, smoothing her skirt. “Professor Kane, this is highly inappropriate.

You need to leave right now. Office hours are during the day, and even then—”

“Even then what?” He stopped right in front of her, close enough that she could smell his cologne—dark, spicy, and far too tempting. “You’ll pretend you don’t get wet every time I walk into your classroom?”

She backed up until her thighs hit the edge of the desk. “I don’t know what you think is happening here, but nothing is. I’m your colleague. I’m married. This stops tonight.”

Alexander chuckled low in his throat. He reached out and traced a finger along the open collar of her blouse, brushing the swell of her breast. “Married?

That didn’t stop you from moaning my name last week when I had you bent over this very desk.

Remember how you begged me to go deeper?”

Heat flooded her face and between her legs. “That was a mistake. A one-time weakness. I was stressed. It won’t happen again.”

“One-time?” He stepped even closer, pressing his body against hers so she could feel the hard bulge in his pants. “Then why are your nipples poking through your blouse right now?

Why are your thighs squeezing together like you’re trying to hide how soaked your panties already are?”

“Alexander, stop,” she whispered, but her voice came out breathy and weak.

Her hands pressed against his chest, yet she didn’t push him away.

He leaned in, lips brushing her ear. “Say my name again like that. All soft and desperate. It makes my cock twitch.”

Before she could protest, he grabbed her waist and lifted her onto the desk, scattering papers everywhere.

Her skirt hiked up high, exposing the lace edge of her panties. “Someone could still be in the building,” she gasped, trying to close her legs.

“Then you’d better keep quiet, Professor.” He dropped to his knees between her spread thighs and yanked her panties aside in one rough motion.

“Fuck, look at this pretty married pussy. Already dripping for your colleague.”

Elena opened her mouth to argue, but the words died in a sharp moan as his hot tongue dragged slowly up her slick folds.

“Oh my God…” she breathed, her head falling back.

Alexander ate her like he was starving.

His tongue circled her swollen clit with perfect pressure, then dipped inside her, licking deep and hungry. Wet, filthy sounds filled the quiet hall as he sucked and slurped, two thick fingers sliding into her tight heat and curling hard against her G-spot.

“You taste so fucking good,” he growled against her, vibrations making her thighs tremble. “Does your husband ever make you this wet?

Does he get on his knees and worship this cunt the way I do?”

“No… he doesn’t,” she admitted shamefully, her fingers tangling in his hair. “Alexander—please, it feels too good…”

He sucked her clit harder, fingers pumping faster. “That’s right. Beg your fellow professor to eat your pussy in your own classroom. Tell me how much you love being my dirty secret.”

“I love it,” she whimpered, hips rocking against his face. “I love your tongue—fuck, I’m going to come!”

“Come on my mouth, Elena,” he ordered, looking up at her with dark, intense eyes. “Let me taste how much the strict professor needs to be used.”

Her orgasm hit hard and fast. Elena clapped both hands over her mouth to muffle her cry as her body shook violently, pussy gushing against his tongue.

Alexander licked every drop, groaning with satisfaction until her legs stopped trembling.

When he stood, he freed his thick, veined cock from his pants.

It stood heavy and leaking precum. He stroked it slowly, eyes locked on hers.

“Alexander… we really shouldn’t,” she said, but her gaze stayed glued to his cock.

He spread her legs wider and rubbed the thick head up and down her soaked slit. “You say that every time, yet you never stop me. Beg for it.

Tell your colleague exactly how you want to be fucked.”

Elena’s resistance crumbled. Her voice came out husky and desperate. “Fuck me. Please. I need your cock inside me right now—hard and deep.”

With one powerful thrust, he buried himself balls-deep in her tight pussy.

“Fuck yes!” she moaned loudly, nails digging into his shoulders.

Alexander started pounding into her without mercy, the desk rocking beneath them. “That’s my good little professor slut. Feel how deep I am?

This married cunt was made for my cock, not your boring husband’s.”

“Harder—oh God, harder!” she cried, wrapping her legs around his waist. “Don’t hold back. Use me like the whore I am for you.”

He gripped her hips bruisingly and slammed into her faster, skin slapping loudly. “You’re such a filthy liar during the day—acting all professional.

But at night you spread your legs and beg me to ruin you. Say it.”

“I’m a filthy liar,” she gasped between moans. “I pretend to be good but I love being your whore. Fuck— I’m close again!”

Alexander reached between them and rubbed her clit roughly. “Come for me. Cream all over your colleague’s cock while you think about how wrong this is.”

She came with a broken cry, her walls pulsing and squeezing him tight.

Alexander groaned and kept thrusting through her orgasm, chasing his own release.

Just as he was about to fill her, the lecture hall door handle rattled loudly.

“Professor Voss? The cleaning crew is here to lock up. Are you still working?”