Make Me Cum, Professor#5

Emma’s Pov

His fingers shoved my skirt up roughly, bunching it around my waist. No teasing, no gentleness—just raw need. He cupped my pussy through my soaked panties, pressing the heel of his palm hard against my clit while two thick fingers dragged along my slit, feeling how drenched I already was.

“Fuck,” he growled against my throat, biting down just hard enough to sting. “You’re fucking dripping for your professor, aren’t you?”

I moaned, hips jerking forward into his hand before I could stop myself. He rubbed slow, filthy circles over my clit through the thin fabric, then hooked the crotch of my panties aside and plunged two fingers straight inside me deeply, no warning, curling hard against that spot that made my vision white out.

“James—oh God—”

He kissed me then, brutal and claiming, tongue fucking into my mouth the same way his fingers were fucking into my cunt, rough, relentless, swallowing every whimper I tried to make.

His thumb found my clit again, grinding merciless circles while his fingers pumped faster, the wet, obscene sound of it echoing in the quiet clearing.

I was shaking, thighs trembling, so close already it was embarrassing.

He pulled his fingers out suddenly, slick and glistening, and smeared them across my lips before shoving them back inside my mouth.

“Taste how much you want this,” he ordered. “Taste how badly your little pussy needs your future stepfather’s cock.”

I sucked greedily, moaning around his fingers, and that was when I felt it, him grinding against me, the thick, heavy length of his dick straining against his pants, so fucking hard it felt like steel.

“Jesus,” I gasped when he finally pulled his fingers free. “You’re so big… I can feel how fucking hard you are.”

His eyes darkened to black.

“I want to fuck you so badly, Emma,” he rasped, voice wrecked.

“Right here. Right now. I want to ruin this tight little cunt while you call me Professor.”

I didn’t even hesitate.

“Then take me,” I breathed. “Right here, Professor.”

He groaned like I’d punched him in the gut.

“I fucking love when you call me that.”

In one violent motion he spun me around, slamming my front against the tree so hard the bark scraped my palms.

My skirt was already hiked up; he yanked my panties to the side and ripped them clean off with a sharp tear that made me yelp.

I heard his belt buckle clatter open, the zipper rasp down, then the heavy thud of his cock springing free. I twisted my head just enough to see, thick, veined, flushed dark and leaking at the tip, and my mouth watered even as fear and lust twisted together in my belly.

He fisted himself once, rough, then lined up and slammed into me in one brutal thrust.

I cried out, the stretch burning so good it hurt, my walls clamping down around him like they never wanted to let go. He didn’t give me time to adjust, just started fucking me hard, deep, punishing strokes that slapped skin against skin and drove the air from my lungs.

“Fuck—tight—perfect—” he snarled, one big hand wrapping both my wrists and yanking them high above my head, pinning them to the tree with bruising force. His other hand clamped onto my hip, fingers digging in so hard I knew I’d have marks tomorrow.

He pounded into me relentlessly, every thrust slamming me forward against the rough bark, the angle hitting so deep I saw stars. My tits bounced under my shirt with each brutal snap of his hips; he reached around and shoved my top up, palming one roughly, pinching my nipple until I whimpered.

“Take it,” he growled in my ear.

“Take every fucking inch like the dirty little girl you are. You love this, don’t you? Getting fucked raw by the man who’s about to be your stepdad.”

“Yes—God—yes—” I was sobbing with it now, pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain, my pussy gushing around him, dripping down my thighs.

He fucked me harder, faster, the wet slap of our bodies obscene in the quiet woods, his cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside me until I was shaking, right on the edge.

“James—fuck—I’m gonna—”

And then I heard it.

A sound.

Footsteps.

“What the fuck was that?” I hissed.

James froze, both of us going completely still.

We turned our heads at the same time.

And there, standing at the edge of the clearing, phone in hand with the flashlight pointed directly at us, was someone I recognized.