The Professor's Pet-1

SOPHIA

My fingers shook as I gripped the edges of my laptop, the blinking cursor on my half-finished thesis mocking me. The lecture hall had emptied out, but I stayed glued to my seat in the front row, my short black skirt riding high on my thighs. My heart hammered against my ribs. I knew what was coming. I always knew.

The side door to his private office opened with a soft click.

“Sophia.” Cain’s voice slid over me like velvet and steel. “My office. Now.”

Heat flooded between my legs even as dread coiled tight in my stomach. *This is wrong. He’s my stepbrother. My professor. My future.* But my body didn’t care. It never did when it came to him.

I stood on trembling heels and walked into his office. The door locked behind me with a final, damning sound. Professor Cain Hilton—my mother’s husband’s son—leaned against his massive oak desk, arms crossed over his broad chest. His crisp white shirt was rolled up to his forearms, revealing the veins and muscle that made my mouth water. Those sharp gray eyes dragged down my body, lingering on the way my white blouse strained over my full breasts, the top button already undone.

“You missed the deadline again, little sister,” he said, his tone dangerously calm.

“I was up all night working on it,” I whispered, cheeks burning. “Please, Cain… I just need one more extension.”

He pushed off the desk and stalked toward me. His cologne—dark spice and raw masculinity—wrapped around me. One large hand gripped my chin, forcing my gaze up to his.

“Extensions have a price. You know that.”

My nipples hardened instantly against my bra. I hated how wet I already was, how my pussy throbbed at the threat in his voice.

He didn’t ask. His fingers moved with ruthless efficiency, unbuttoning my blouse and shoving it off my shoulders. Cool air kissed my heated skin as it pooled at my feet. Next, my bra—unhooked in one smooth motion. My heavy breasts spilled free, rosy nipples tight and aching.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice thick. “Already dripping for your big brother’s cock like the desperate little slut you are.”

“Cain… someone could hear us,” I protested weakly, even as I arched into his hands.

He pinched both nipples hard, rolling and tugging them until sharp pleasure-pain shot straight to my core. A whimper escaped me.

“Then you’d better stay quiet.”

He spun me around and bent me over his desk, my cheek pressed to the cool wood beside a stack of student papers. Rough hands shoved my skirt up to my waist and yanked my black lace panties down my thighs, trapping them at my knees. I was completely exposed—ass up, pussy glistening, dripping down my inner thighs.

“Fuck,” he growled. One hand spread my ass cheeks while two thick fingers plunged deep into my soaked cunt without warning. I gasped, clenching around the sudden stretch. He curled them expertly, stroking that sensitive spot inside me while his thumb circled my swollen clit in tight, relentless strokes.

My hips rocked back shamelessly. Wet, obscene sounds filled the office as he finger-fucked me harder, adding a third finger, stretching me open.

“Please…” I moaned.

He pulled his fingers out abruptly, leaving me empty and aching. The sound of his belt unbuckling and zipper lowering made me shiver with anticipation.

His cock—thick, veined, and rock-hard—slapped heavily against my ass. He rubbed the fat, leaking head up and down my slick folds, teasing my entrance, coating himself in my juices.

“Beg,” he commanded.

“I need you,” I whimpered, voice breaking. “Please fuck me, Cain. Use your little sister’s pussy. I’ll do anything for that extension.”

With one brutal thrust, he buried every inch inside me. I bit my lip hard to silence my cry. He was so big, stretching my walls to their limit, the head of his cock kissing my cervix. The burn mixed with overwhelming pleasure.

He didn’t give me time to adjust. His hips snapped forward, pounding into me with deep, punishing strokes. Each thrust made my breasts bounce against the desk, nipples dragging against the wood. The wet slap of his heavy balls against my clit echoed obscenely.

“Such a perfect little fucktoy,” he grunted, one hand fisting my hair while the other gripped my hip hard enough to leave marks. “This tight cunt belongs to me. Your grades, your recommendations, your entire fucking future—they’re mine.”

I was losing myself. Every powerful thrust sent waves of raw ecstasy through my body. My pussy clenched greedily around his pistoning cock, juices coating him and dripping down my thighs.

He reached around and rubbed my clit furiously, never slowing his brutal rhythm. “Come for me, Sophia. Milk your stepbrother’s cock like the filthy whore you are.”

The orgasm hit me like lightning. My walls spasmed violently around him, squeezing his thick length as I came hard, squirting down my legs. Pleasure ripped through me in shattering waves. I shook uncontrollably, but he kept fucking me through it, dragging out every pulse until I was oversensitive and gasping.

He pulled out suddenly, flipped me onto my back on the desk, and shoved my legs wide apart. In one smooth, powerful stroke, he buried himself back inside my dripping pussy. This angle let him go impossibly deeper. He leaned over me, mouth latching onto one aching nipple, sucking hard while his hips ground against mine in deep, rolling thrusts.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

Our eyes locked. His gray gaze burned with dark possession. “You’re never getting away from me.”

He fucked me faster, the desk creaking beneath us. My second orgasm was already building, my walls fluttering wildly around his cock as he drove into me again and again.

Then—a sharp knock on the office door.

“Professor Hilton? It’s Dean Hargrove. I need to speak with you about the grant proposals right away.”

Cain froze balls-deep inside me, his cock throbbing against my sensitive walls. A wicked, dangerous smile curved his lips as he looked down at my wide, panic-filled eyes.

He leaned close, lips brushing my ear, voice a low, filthy whisper.

“Answer him for me, little sister. Tell him I’ll be right there… while my cock is still buried deep in your cunt.”

My heart pounded in terror and twisted arousal. Could I keep my voice steady while Cain started moving inside me again? Or would this dangerous game finally destroy us both?