The Professor’s Prize: 2

Caught Between Cock and Consequences💧💦😜

I froze with Marcus’s thick cock barely pushing inside me, stretching my pussy just enough to make me ache for more. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it might crack. The knock came again, sharper this time.

“Elena? Everything okay? I can hear voices.”

It was Dr. Hargrove, the department head. My boss. The man who could end my career with one phone call.

Marcus’s dark eyes locked on mine. A wicked little smirk tugged at his lips. He didn’t pull out. Instead, he rocked his hips forward just a fraction, sinking another inch deeper. I had to slap a hand over my mouth to choke back the moan that tried to escape.

“Answer him,” Marcus whispered, voice rough with lust. His hands gripped my hips tight, holding me right where he wanted me. “Tell him you’re busy. Or I’ll fuck you so hard the whole hallway hears.”

I swallowed hard, my pussy clenching around the head of his cock. This was insane. Dangerous. But my body didn’t care. It wanted him deeper. “Just a second!” I called out, trying to sound normal even though my voice came out husky.

Marcus grinned and thrust in another inch. I bit my lip until I tasted blood.

“Are you sure?” Hargrove asked through the door. “Sounded like you were… arguing with someone.”

I gripped Marcus’s shoulders, nails digging in. “Just going over a student’s paper. Passionate discussion. You know how it gets.” My words tumbled out fast. Marcus chose that moment to push all the way in, filling me completely in one smooth stroke. A strangled whimper slipped past my lips. “I’m… I’m fine. Really. Can we talk tomorrow?”

Marcus started moving. Slow, deep rolls of his hips that made my toes curl. The desk creaked softly under me. Every thrust pushed me closer to the edge while I tried to hold a normal conversation.

“Alright,” Hargrove said, sounding unsure. “But make sure you lock up when you’re done. Campus security has been twitchy lately.”

“Will do,” I managed to reply. The second his footsteps faded down the hall I grabbed Marcus’s face and kissed him hard, moaning into his mouth as he fucked me properly now.

“You dirty little mummy,” he growled against my lips, pounding into me harder. “Lying to your boss while my cock stretches this tight pussy. So fucking wet for it.”

“Shut up and fuck me,” I gasped, legs locked around his waist. I didn’t even recognize my own voice. The strict professor was gone. All that was left was this needy woman getting railed on her desk by her bad boy student.

Marcus grabbed my ass, lifting me a little so he could hit deeper. The wet sounds of his cock slamming into me filled the office. Skin slapping skin. My tits bouncing with every thrust. I didn’t care about the papers scattered on the floor or the fact that anyone could still walk by.

“Harder,” I begged, voice breaking. “Make me feel it tomorrow when I’m teaching.”

He gave me what I wanted. Brutal, deep strokes that had me seeing stars. One hand came up to squeeze my breast, pinching the nipple just right. I cried out, not even trying to stay quiet anymore.

“That’s it,” he panted. “Let it out. Let me hear how much you love your student’s cock ruining you.”

I was close already. My pussy fluttered around him, gripping tight. “Marcus… I’m gonna come. Don’t stop.”

He reached between us and rubbed my clit fast. “Come for me, Professor. Come all over my dick like the filthy mummy you are.”

The orgasm hit me like a freight train. I buried my face in his neck and screamed, body shaking, pussy pulsing around his thick cock. Waves of pleasure ripped through me so hard my vision went blurry.

Marcus kept fucking me through it, groaning at how tight I got. “Fuck, Elena. You’re squeezing me so good.”

I kissed him sloppily, still trembling. “Your turn. Fill me up.”

He pulled out suddenly, making me whine at the empty feeling. Before I could protest he flipped me around, bending me over the desk. My breasts pressed against the cool wood. He kicked my legs wider and slammed back in from behind.

“Oh god yes,” I moaned, pushing back to meet his thrusts.

Marcus fisted my hair, pulling my head back as he pounded me. “This what you needed? Getting fucked like a slut in your own office?”

“Yes,” I admitted shamelessly. “Harder. Use me.”

He did. The desk rattled. My hips would probably be bruised tomorrow and I didn’t care. I reached back, spreading myself wider for him. His balls slapped against me with every thrust. The angle hit perfect, making me see stars again.

“I’m close,” he grunted. His rhythm got messy, desperate. “Gonna fill this pussy up.”

“Do it,” I gasped. “Come inside me, Marcus. I want to feel it.”

With a deep groan, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard. Hot spurts flooded me, pulse after pulse. I moaned at the feeling, another smaller orgasm rippling through me as he emptied himself.

We stayed like that for a moment, panting, his cock still twitching inside me. His hand stroked down my back almost gently.

“Shit,” he muttered. “That was…”

A sharp knock cut him off. Louder this time.

“Professor Voss? Campus security. We received a report of strange noises coming from this office. Everything alright in there?”

My eyes went wide. Marcus was still buried deep, cum starting to leak down my thighs. My blouse was open, skirt bunched around my waist, hair a mess. I looked completely fucked out.

Marcus pulled out slowly, making me shiver. He tucked himself away but didn’t move far, his hand still possessively on my hip.

I tried to fix my clothes with shaking hands. “Just a minute!”

My mind raced. How the hell were we going to explain this? The smell of sex hung thick in the air. Papers everywhere. My flushed face and swollen lips would give us away in seconds.

Marcus leaned in close, lips brushing my ear. “Better think fast, Mummy. Or we’re both screwed.”

The security guard knocked again, impatient now. “Ma’am? Open the door please.”

I looked at Marcus, heart pounding, pussy still throbbing from how thoroughly he’d ruined me. What the fuck do we do?