BREAK ME OH PROFESSOR I

Jade’s POV

His pink lips were all I could see. The way they moved as he spoke caught all of my attention. I did not hear a single word he was saying. How can a professor be this young and cute? All my life I have only seen older men and women in that position, never someone like him.

I kept staring at him. I think he felt it because he looked straight at me. The moment our eyes met I felt my cock twitch under the desk.

He turned away and continued his lecture as if nothing had happened, but I did not stop looking. My eyes stayed on him the entire time, following the way his shirt fit against his body and how his voice carried through the room.

When the lecture ended, he picked up his books and walked toward the door. Just before leaving, he paused and looked back at me.

“Jade Hawkings, see me in my office during break,” he said before walking out without waiting for my answer.

My chest tightened. What does he want to say to me, I wondered.

The hours passed slowly until break finally came. I dragged my feet to the professor’s quarters, my stomach twisting. When I reached the door, I froze. He was already there, standing by his desk. He had undone two buttons of his shirt. His chest peeked through, smooth skin with a thin line of hair that drew my eyes down.

He looked even more stunning up close. The air in the room smelled faintly of his cologne, sharp and clean. My throat went dry as I stared at his chest. I gulped hard, trying not to let it show.

I stepped into the office and he smiled at me.

“Good day, sir,” I greeted, forcing the words out. It took everything in me not to close the distance and press my lips against his.

“What do you want, Jade?” he asked, his voice calm but firm.

I looked up at him, confused.

“Sir?” I muttered.

“Why do you always stare at me during lectures? Do you realize I am your lecturer?” His tone was sharper now, like he was scolding me.

“Sorry, sir, I just… I’m just—” I stuttered, scratching the back of my head. I could not find the right words. My throat felt dry, and my palms were sweaty.

Then our eyes locked. His gaze held mine, and I felt trapped in it. My chest tightened, and before I could stop myself the words slipped out.

“I want you,” I blurted, my voice low and shaky.

Shock flickered across his face for a moment, but it vanished quickly. A smirk spread across his lips.

“You asked for this, Jade,” he said, stepping closer and grabbing me by the wrist.

His grip was firm but not rough. I could feel the warmth of his hand against my skin and it sent shivers up my arm.

“Sir…” I whispered, my voice barely there.

He studied my face, his smirk fading into something unreadable. His eyes moved slowly from mine to my lips, then back up again. The silence in the room grew heavy, filled only with the sound of my own breathing.

“You don’t know what you’re saying,” he said finally, his voice low. “I am your professor. This is wrong.”

“I know what I want,” I answered, though my voice trembled.

He let go of my wrist but didn’t move away. Instead, he leaned against his desk, arms crossed, his shirt pulling tighter across his chest.

“You sit there in class and stare at me like you’ve already undressed me a hundred times,” he said. “Do you think I don’t notice?”

Heat rushed to my face. I wanted to look away, but his gaze kept me rooted to the spot.

“I can’t help it,” I admitted. “You… you make it hard to focus.”

For a moment, he said nothing. Then he gave a short laugh, shaking his head. “You’re reckless, Jade. Reckless and too honest for your own good.”

My pulse hammered in my ears. I couldn’t tell if he was angry or amused—or both.

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked, testing him, my voice steady this time.

He pushed off the desk and stepped close again, close enough that I could smell the faint spice of his cologne. His eyes searched mine, sharp and unrelenting.

“I want to know if you can handle what you’re asking for,” he said slowly.

“There is nothing too much for me to handle,” I said.

He studied me for a second, then dragged me into a warm embrace. My face pressed against his chest, and I could smell his cologne up close. It was strong but clean, and it made my head spin.

“You asked for this, Jade,” he murmured, and he crashed his lips on mine.

I returned the kiss with the same energy my hand roaming his broad chest while my cock hardened in my trousers. He slid his hands inside my shirt and pinched my nipple a soft moan escaped my lips.

I sucked his lips eating them like they were my favorite strawberry candy. Our tongues moved in sync then without warning he grabbed my cock squeezing it lightly.

“Ohh…professor” I moaned he pulled my trousers and my shorts down to my knees. He bent me over the desk and I heard the clanking of the belt and the rustling of trousers.

He dipped a finger in his mouth bringing out saliva and rubbed it in my hole.

And he plunged into me without warning filling my asshole. I moan out loud as pleasure spreads through me.

He started slowing then he began thrusting fast and hard making my hard cock dangle.

“Ohh yeah, oh professor,” I moaned loudly not minding the fact that someone might walk in.

He held my waist firmly, thrusting me at some point I thought I was in heaven but he spanked me back to earth, he released inside my asshole pulled me up, and embraced me caressing my hair.

“You are so sweet boy,” he said.

Here type your digit be said handing me his phone I collected it our fingers brushed and I felt a jolt of electricity

“I will call you he promised,”

I nodded planted a kiss on his lips My heart was racing as I made my way out of his office, replaying every moment over and over in my mind.

I sat in class, smiling sheepishly as my mind replayed the moments in Professor Larry’s office. I unconsciously rubbed my lips, remembering the feel of his kiss.

Then my phone buzzed. I picked it up, and my stomach dropped.

It was a picture of me leaving the professor’s office.

My heart started racing, and my hands shook as I read the message that followed:

“How does it feel to be fucked by a cute professor?”

The hell someone saw us?