The Professor’s Pet: 2

The door handle finally turned.

I sat still on the desk, legs still spread, panties pushed aside, and my bra the only thing covering my breasts. My heart pounded so hard like it was ready to pop out of my chest. Elias moved fast, stepping in front of me to block the view just as the door swung open a few inches.

“Professor Voss, I hope I’m not interrupting anything important,” Dean Hargrove’s voice came through, sharp and impatient.

Elis kept his tone calm, almost bored.

“Dean, what brings you here this late?”

I held my breath even though my legs were still shaking from the orgasm he’d just forced out of me. I could feel the wetness on the inside of my legs. If the Dean took one more step inside, I would be doomed.

“I need to discuss the complaint filed against you this afternoon,” the Dean said.

“One of your students claims you failed her intentionally.”

Elias didn’t move from his spot so that the dean wouldn’t enter. “And you thought barging into my office after working hours was the best way to handle it?”

“I called first, but there was no answer. The door wasn’t locked, so I assumed…”

“Assume less,” Elias cut in. His hand reached back without looking and rested on my bare knee. That was a silent command to stay still.

“I’m in the middle of a private tutoring session. Can this wait until morning?”

The Dean paused, then he spoke, “Tutoring? At this hour?”

I could see the shadow of his shoes through the gap in the door. I bit my lip hard to keep myself from making any sound as Elias fingers tightened on my knees, then slowly slid higher, brushing the sensitive part of my inner thigh. My body jerked.

He was freaking touching me while he was talking to the Dean.

“It’s one of my better students. We’re reviewing the draft for her final paper. Now if you’d like to excuse us, Dean, I’d like to finish before it gets too late.”

The Dean paused again, then he cleared his throat. 

“Fine. But this complaint has details, Voss. I don't want it to escalate so I expect you to be in my office first thing tomorrow morning. And… keep your sessions… professional.”

“Understood,” Elias responded.

The door started to close, but just before it shut, the dean added, “Tell your student to go home before it gets too late. Campus security has been reporting strange activity around this building at night.”

After that, Elias locked the door.

“Oh… my… God…” I muttered, letting out a shaky breath.

He turned back to me immediately. “You almost got us caught.”

His hand didn’t leave my thigh. Instead, he pushed my legs wider apart again. 

“You are such a naughty girl. You stayed wet the whole time he was standing there,” he smirked, teasing my clit.

“Hmm,” I let out a short, soft moan.

“I get you twitch at some point. Were you scared?” he asked, his voice dangerously low.

“Yes. He could have walked in and seen me like this… almost naked on your desk.”

“Scared?” He leaned in closer, voice low and rough.

“Your pussy is dripping down my fingers right now. That doesn’t feel like fear to me.”

I didn’t know what to say.

He slid two fingers inside me again. I gasped loudly, grabbing his shoulders.

“Elias… wait. What if he comes back?”

“Then you'd better stay quiet this time.”

He pumped his fingers slowly, curling them against that spot that made my toes curl.

“Or do you want the Dean to know how loudly my better student screams when I fuck her with my hands?”

I moaned despite being scared, my hips rocking forward.

“This is crazy,” I struggled to say through a muffled breath.

“We could both get in trouble for this.”

“Trouble makes it better, doesn’t it?” 

Before I could say anything, he added a third finger, stretching me. The fullness made me whimper.

“Tell me the truth, Lila. Did your heart race because you were afraid… or because you liked the risk?” he asked, his fingers still working inside me.

“Both,” I admitted. “I liked it. God, I shouldn’t, but I did,” I added, my voice breaking.

Don’t blame me, I couldn’t lie with his fingers moving inside me like that.

He smiled, dark and satisfied.

“That’s my girl. Now take my cock out.”

I reached for his belt with shaky hands and opened the buckle before pulling the zipper down and freeing the big man.

Gosh! His cock was already thick and hard as fuck. The head was shining and it looked bigger than I had imagined it to be.

“See what you did to me?” he whispered, wrapped my hand around his cock, and guided me to stroke him.

“Every time you sit in my class with that short skirt, I get like this, hard and steel and thinking about shutting you up with my dick down your throat.”

I stroke him faster, intentionally brushing the tip with my thumb.

“Arrghh!” he groaned.

I looked into his eyes, biting my lips slowly.

“Then do it. Shut me up.”

His eyes flashed with surprise.

“Careful what you ask for.”

He pulled his fingers out of me and pushed them into my mouth again. “Suck,” he commanded.

I took them in, tasting myself while still pumping his hard cock with my other hand. He groaned low.

“Enough,” he said, pulled his fingers free, and gripped my hips, yanking me to the very edge of the desk.

“Legs around my waist,” he added.

I obeyed immediately. The head of his cock nudged against my entrance, warm and heavy.

“Please, I need you inside me, Elias.”

“Beg properly.” He rubbed the tip up and down my slit, teasing my clit. “Tell me exactly how you want your professor to fuck you.”

I was shaking because of starvation now. Elias looked into my eyes until I couldn’t think straight anymore.

“Fuck me hard,” I said, my voice trembling. “I want you deep. I want you to use me until I can't walk straight tomorrow. Ruin me… prof.”

“Good.”

With one powerful stroke, he thrust inside me.

I cried out, nails digging into his back. He was so big, stretching me wide open. 

“Fuck!” He growled, holding still for a moment.

Then he started moving, slow at first, then faster. The desk creaked under us as each thrust pushed my back, papers flying everywhere.

“Yes… like that,” I moaned. “Don’t stop.”

He grabbed my breast, squeezing through my bra before yanking it off. His mouth locked onto my nipple, sucking hard while he pounded me like there was no tomorrow.

“Ahhh…” I moaned loudly but I quickly buried my face in his neck to muffle my sounds.

“Elias… oh fuck… You are so deep.”

“I want to hear you,” he mumbled, pulling my hair to make me look at him. “Let me hear how much you love your professor’s cock.”

“I love it,” I gasped between thrusts. “I love your cock… it feels so good. Oh my God… I’m going to cum again.”

“Not yet,” he said, slowing down suddenly and grinding deep instead of pounding. “You cum when I tell you to. Understand?”

“Yes, Daddy… yes… I will wait,” I nodded frantically.

“Daddy? I like that.”

He started kissing me roughly, his tongue invading my mouth the same way his cock claimed my body.

We continued like that for minutes, him controlling every movement while I whispered filthy things against his lips.

“Tell me who you belong to now,” he demanded, speeding up again.

“You,” I answered immediately. “I belong to you, Elias.”

He groaned and fucked me harder, the slap of skin to skin taking over the office. My second orgasm grew fast, stronger than the first.

“I’m close… please let me cum,” I begged.

“Cum,” he ordered. “Cum all over your professor’s cock.”

I shattered, my walls clenching around his cock as I cummed. I moaned his name loudly, my body shaking in his arms.

Elias kept thrusting through my creamy and slimy pussy, chasing his own release.

“Fuck, Lila… I’m going to fill you up,” he groaned, his breath turning ragged.

“Do it… cum inside me,” I whispered, still trembling.

He slammed in deep one last time, releasing his hot cum inside me. We stayed locked together, panting with my pussy vibrating against his slightly soft dick.

After a moment he pulled back slightly, his eyes scanning my face.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice softer than before but still commanding.

I nodded, a satisfied smile tugging at my lips. “More than okay.”

He wanted to say something else, but then, his phone vibrated loudly on the desk beside us. He reached for it and glanced at the screen.

His face went blank immediately.

“Shit. How… how,” he stammered, rubbing his forehead.

“What is it?” I asked, staring at him with curiosity.

He looked at me and turned the phone to face me, his eyes serious now.

I gasped, my hands instinctively moving to my mouth.

“How… How did this happen?”