The Professor's Pet-2

SOPHIA

My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it might crack. Cain’s thick cock was buried to the hilt inside me, pulsing hot and heavy against my fluttering walls. I was still trembling from my last orgasm, my pussy soaked and oversensitive, stretched wide around him. The Dean’s voice came again from the other side of the door, impatient.

“Professor Hilton? Are you in there?”

Cain’s wicked smile never wavered. His gray eyes bored into mine, dark with cruel lust. One of his hands stayed clamped over my mouth, muffling any sound I might make, while the other gripped my hip, holding me pinned to the desk.

“Answer him,” he whispered, voice low and filthy. “Now.”

I swallowed hard, my throat dry. His cock twitched inside me, a silent threat and promise. Slowly, deliberately, he rolled his hips, grinding deep. The head of his cock dragged against that perfect spot, sending fresh sparks of pleasure through my exhausted body.

“Y-yes, Dean Hargrove,” I called out, my voice shaky but audible. “He’s… he’s here. Just finishing something.”

Cain’s eyes flashed with approval and something darker. He rewarded me by pulling back almost all the way, then slamming back in with one brutal thrust. I bit down on his palm to stop myself from moaning. The wet sound of my pussy taking every inch was obscene in the quiet office.

“Good girl,” he mouthed silently against my ear.

“Tell him I’ll be out in a minute,” he breathed, starting a slow, torturous rhythm. Each deep stroke made my breasts jiggle, my hard nipples brushing against his chest through his open shirt. He fucked me with controlled power—deep, grinding rolls of his hips that rubbed my clit against his pelvis every time he bottomed out.

I forced my voice steady again. “He says… he’ll be right out, sir. Just… wrapping up some urgent grading.”

The Dean muttered something about time sensitivity. I could barely focus. Cain’s cock was so thick, stretching me perfectly, dragging along every sensitive nerve inside me. My juices coated his shaft and dripped down to my ass with every thrust. He leaned down and sucked hard on my nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive bud while his hips kept that devastating rhythm.

Pleasure built again, fast and terrifying. I was going to come with the Dean standing right outside the door.

Cain’s hand left my mouth and slid down to rub tight circles over my swollen clit. His lips brushed my ear. “Don’t you dare scream, little sister. Or everyone will know what a cock-hungry slut you are for your stepbrother.”

I clenched around him, my walls fluttering wildly. He fucked me harder now, the desk creaking softly. The risk, the shame, the overwhelming fullness of him inside me—it pushed me right to the edge.

“Cain… please…” I whispered desperately.

“Come,” he growled quietly. “Right now.”

My orgasm exploded through me. I buried my face in his shoulder, biting down to muffle the cry as my pussy spasmed violently around his cock. Waves of intense pleasure ripped through my body, my thighs shaking, fresh slick gushing out around his thrusting length. He kept fucking me through it, slow and deep, drawing it out until I was a trembling, oversensitive mess.

The Dean’s footsteps finally retreated down the hall. The moment the sound faded, Cain pulled out of me, his cock glistening with my cream. He yanked me off the desk and forced me to my knees.

“Clean your mess,” he ordered.

I obeyed instantly, wrapping my lips around his thick cock. The taste of my own arousal mixed with his precum was filthy and addictive. I sucked him eagerly, taking him deeper into my throat, my tongue swirling around the veined shaft. Cain groaned, fisting my hair as he fucked my face with short, controlled thrusts.

But he didn’t let me finish him. He pulled me up, spun me around, and bent me over the desk again. This time he spread my ass cheeks wide, his thumb pressing against my tight back hole as his cock nudged my dripping entrance.

“You’re going to take everything I give you from now on,” he said darkly. “Your thesis, your body, your mind—they’re all mine. And if you ever try to leave…”

He thrust back inside me in one powerful stroke, bottoming out so deep I saw stars. His thumb pushed into my ass at the same time, stretching me in both holes. The dual sensation made me moan loudly, pushing back against him like the desperate whore he called me.

He fucked me relentlessly, pounding my pussy while working his thumb deeper. My breasts were smashed against the desk, nipples raw and aching. Every brutal thrust sent me higher, the pressure building toward another shattering release.

Just as I felt myself tipping over the edge again, his phone rang on the desk beside my face. The screen lit up with a name that made my blood run cold.

**Mom.**

Cain chuckled, low and cruel, still buried balls-deep inside me. He reached over and answered the call on speaker.

“Hey, Mom,” he said casually, his hips never stopping their punishing rhythm. “What’s up?”

I froze in panic, my pussy clenching hard around him as his cock continued dragging in and out of me. My own mother—his stepmother—was on the line while her son fucked me senseless.

Cain’s voice stayed perfectly normal as he spoke to her, but his next thrust was vicious, hitting that spot that made my eyes roll back.

“Sophia’s doing fine with her thesis,” he said smoothly. “She’s working very… hard… right now.”

His fingers found my clit again, rubbing fast.

I was going to come again. With my mother listening.

Will I be able to stay silent while Cain forces another orgasm out of me during the call with Mom? Or will this twisted game finally expose our forbidden secret and destroy everything?