My Naughty Professor {2}

It was the head of campus security, a stern older man who knew Elena well.

Elena panicked, trying to push Alexander away, but he refused to pull out.

Instead, he clamped one hand over her mouth again and kept slowly grinding deep inside her, his cock still rock-hard and twitching.

“Answer him,” he whispered, eyes gleaming with dark thrill. “Tell him you’re almost done… while I stay buried in your dripping cunt.”

Her voice shook as she called out, barely controlled. “I’m… finishing up! Give me five minutes, please!”

The security guard paused. “Alright, but make it quick. Building closes in ten.”

As his footsteps moved away, Alexander grinned wickedly and started thrusting again deeper, faster, more urgent.

“You almost got us caught,” he growled against her neck. “And it made you even wetter. My perfect, risky little professor.”

THE NEXT MORNING ~ NEW YORK

The lecture hall was almost empty, the late evening light casting a soft glow through the high windows.

Professor Elena Voss sat behind her desk, legs crossed tightly under her tight black skirt, trying to focus on grading the last few final papers.

Her white blouse clung slightly to her skin from the warmth of the room—and from the memory of what had happened here just nights before.

The door opened without warning. Damien Cross slipped inside and locked it with a decisive click.

He looked dangerously handsome in his dark shirt, sleeves rolled up, that familiar devilish smirk already playing on his lips.

“Working late again, Professor?” he said, voice low and teasing as he strode toward her. “Or were you hoping I’d show up to distract you?”

Elena’s pulse spiked. She stood quickly, smoothing her skirt down. “Mr. Cross, you can’t keep doing this. It’s after hours, and if anyone sees you here alone with me—”

“Alone with you?” He rounded the desk in two steps and pulled her against him, one strong hand gripping her waist. “You mean fucking you on this desk where you pretend to be the perfect, untouchable professor?”

She tried to push him back, but her hands lingered on his chest. “Damien, please. This has to stop. I’m married. I have a reputation. One wrong move and—”

He cut her off by kissing her hard, his tongue demanding entrance.

When he pulled back, his eyes were dark with hunger. “Your reputation?

The one where you act all strict and professional in class, then beg me to ruin your married pussy after everyone leaves?”

Heat rushed between her legs. “You’re impossible,” she whispered, but her voice was already breathy.

Damien lifted her onto the desk, shoving papers aside. Her skirt rode up as he spread her thighs wide. “Impossible? Or exactly what you crave?”

He yanked her lace panties aside and dropped to his knees. “Look at this. Already soaking wet for your student.”

Before she could protest, his mouth was on her. His hot tongue licked slowly up her slick folds, then circled her swollen clit with ruthless precision.

“Oh fuck…” Elena moaned, gripping the edge of the desk.

He devoured her greedily, sucking her clit hard while two thick fingers slid deep inside her, curling against her G-spot. Wet, obscene slurping sounds filled the quiet room.

“You taste like pure sin, Professor,” he growled against her pussy. “Does your husband ever make you drip like this?

Or do you lie in bed next to him, fingering yourself while thinking about my tongue?”

“No… he doesn’t,” she admitted with a whimper, her hips rocking shamelessly against his face. “Damien—your mouth feels so good. Don’t stop.”

He chuckled darkly and sucked harder, fingers pumping faster. “Beg me properly. Tell your student how much you need him to eat this married cunt.”

“I need it,” she gasped, voice breaking. “Please, Damien, make me come on your tongue like the dirty professor I am.”

Her orgasm hit fast and intense. Elena bit her lip hard to stifle her cry as her body convulsed, pussy gushing against his mouth.

Damien licked her through every shudder, groaning with satisfaction.

When he stood, he freed his thick, veined cock and rubbed the leaking head along her soaked slit.

“Now beg for the real thing.”

“Fuck me,” she whispered desperately. “I need your cock deep inside me. Hard. Right now.”

He thrust into her in one powerful stroke, burying himself to the hilt.

“God, yes!” she cried, legs wrapping around him as he started pounding her mercilessly.

The desk creaked under their rhythm. “Harder, Damien—fuck me like you own me!”

“I do own this pussy,” he growled, gripping her hips bruisingly. “Say it while I stretch you open.”

“You own it—oh fuck, you own my pussy!” she moaned, nails digging into his shoulders. “I’m your whore, not his. Use me however you want.”

Their rhythm grew frantic, skin slapping loudly.

Elena was on the edge again when the door handle suddenly rattled. “Professor Voss? Are you still here?”

The voice was young, confident, and familiar—Lucas Reed, one of her top students.

Tall, handsome, with sharp cheekbones and an intense gaze that had always lingered a little too long during lectures.

He was known for being ambitious, competitive, and openly jealous of anyone who got close to her attention.

Elena froze, panic flooding her. Damien was still buried deep inside her, cock throbbing.

“Answer him,” Damien whispered, a wicked glint in his eyes. He didn’t pull out.

Instead, he started slow, deep thrusts that made her bite back a moan. “Be professional while your student fucks you raw.”

She forced her voice steady. “Lucas? Yes, I’m here. Just finishing some grading. What do you need?”

“I left my flash drive with my final paper on your desk earlier,”

Lucas replied through the door. “Mind if I grab it? It’s important for my grad school application.”

Damien grinned darkly and thrust harder, making Elena’s breath hitch.

He mouthed silently: “Tell him to come in.”

Her eyes widened in horror, but the pleasure was building too fast. “Um… just a second. I’ll… I’ll slide it under the door.”

Lucas paused. “Actually, Professor, I was hoping to talk to you about my grade on the last essay. I think there might be a mistake.

You’ve been… distracted lately.”

Damien’s hand slid between them, rubbing her clit in tight circles while he kept fucking her with those deep, relentless strokes.

Elena had to cover her own mouth to stifle a whimper.

“Distracted?” she managed, voice strained. “No, Lucas, everything is fine. Your paper was excellent. I’ll email you the feedback tonight.”

Outside, Lucas’s tone turned sharper, almost jealous. “You sure? Because I saw that visiting lecturer, Cross, hanging around your office a lot.

He’s not even in our department. If he’s taking up your time…”

Damien’s eyes flashed with possessive anger. He slammed into her harder, whispering hotly, “Jealous little shit.

He wants what’s mine.

Tell him you’re busy getting fucked by a real man.”

Elena’s mind spun. The rivalry between Lucas and Damien had been simmering Lucas always competing for her praise in class, Damien openly flirting and stealing her attention.

Now it was exploding in the worst way.

“I’m… handling everything,” she gasped. “Please, Lucas, go home. We’ll discuss it tomorrow.”

Lucas didn’t leave. “Professor, I really think we should talk now. Open the door. I won’t take long.”

Damien covered her mouth with his hand and picked up the pace, fucking her with raw intensity.

“He’s jealous because he knows you’re creaming on my cock right now,” he growled quietly. “Come for me while he stands there wishing he could have you.”

The combination of danger, Damien’s thick cock stretching her, and Lucas’s jealous voice pushed Elena over the edge.

She came hard, her muffled screams vibrating against Damien’s palm as her pussy clenched and pulsed around him.

Damien groaned softly and filled her with hot spurts of cum, still thrusting through her orgasm.

As the waves subsided, Lucas knocked again, louder. “Professor? Everything okay? I thought I heard something.”