My lusty professor (part-2)

Days turned into weeks. Every time he called, I went to him without question, each meeting leaving me more addicted to the darkness he poured into my veins. The secrecy. The filth. The way he used my body like it existed solely for his pleasure.

It was a rainy Friday evening when his text arrived:

Room 17. Be there in an hour.

My pulse spiked instantly. I knew the place – a rundown roadside motel just outside campus. Everyone said it was where married men took their mistresses. I should have felt disgusted, degraded. But instead, heat pooled between my thighs at the thought of him fucking me somewhere so filthy, so exposed.

I arrived wearing only an oversized hoodie and shorts, my panties already soaked through with anticipation. The neon sign flickered above me as I climbed the creaky stairs, the smell of cigarette smoke and cheap air freshener filling my nose. Room 17’s door was ajar. My fingers shook as I pushed it open.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless, sweatpants riding low on his hips. His hair was slightly damp, pushed back with careless perfection. Tattoos coiled down his arms and across his chest, dark ink against golden skin. He didn’t look up right away – just continued scrolling on his phone like he hadn’t summoned me here to ruin me.

“Close the door,” he said softly.

I did. The lock clicked into place. He looked up then, his dark eyes raking over me slowly, lingering on my bare legs before meeting my gaze with a flicker of hunger.

“Come here.”

I walked towards him, my knees wobbling. The closer I got, the more his scent wrapped around me – spicy cologne, clean sweat, and something purely masculine that always made my mouth water. I stopped in front of him, my heart pounding painfully.

“Take off your hoodie.”

His voice was calm, controlled, but the darkness in his eyes was wild. I pulled the hoodie over my head, leaving me in just my shorts and a thin bralette. His gaze travelled over my chest, making my nipples pebble instantly under the flimsy fabric.

“No bra next time,” he said with a smirk before reaching out and gripping my waist, pulling me between his spread thighs. His hands were rough, fingers digging into my flesh as he looked up at me.

“No panties?”

I shook my head, swallowing hard. “I…wanted to be good for you.”

His groan was low, primal, vibrating against my belly as he buried his face between my breasts, inhaling deeply.

“Fuck, you drive me insane,” he growled before standing abruptly. He towered over me, his chest broad and inked, his thick cock visibly straining against his sweatpants.

“Turn around. Hands on the wall.”

My breath hitched as I obeyed, facing the peeling floral wallpaper, pressing my palms flat against it. I felt him step closer, his large hand sliding down my spine to the waistband of my shorts. In one swift movement, he yanked them down, leaving me bare from the waist down.

He cupped my ass, squeezing hard enough to make me whimper. “This perfect fucking ass,” he murmured, his voice rough with lust. “Do you know how many times I’ve fantasized about bending you over like this in class? Pulling your skirt up, making you scream while the entire campus walked by my window.”

A shiver ran through me, my pussy clenching around nothing as I imagined it – being fucked over his desk, his students waiting outside, clueless that their professor was destroying me inside.

He pulled his sweatpants down just enough to free his thick cock, rubbing the tip through my soaked folds teasingly.

“Please, sir,” I whispered, desperate for him to fill me.

“Please what?” he asked, sliding just the head inside before pulling out again.

“Please…fuck me.”

That earned a dark chuckle. “Good girl.”

Without warning, he slammed into me in one brutal thrust. I screamed, my cheek pressing against the cold wallpaper as he began pounding into me relentlessly. The cheap bed creaked behind us with each thrust, the sounds of his skin slapping mine echoing in the small room.

“That’s right,” he growled, his grip bruising my hips. “Take it. Take your professor’s cock like the filthy little slut you are.”

“Yes, sir,” I sobbed, tears blurring my vision as the pleasure built painfully fast.

He reached around with one hand to pinch my clit harshly, making my legs shake. “Who owns this pussy?”

“You do, sir,” I gasped, feeling my orgasm creeping up my spine.

“Say it louder.”

“You own my pussy!” I cried out, my voice breaking as he fucked me harder, each thrust slamming me into the wall.

He pulled out abruptly, flipping me around to face him. His eyes were dark with feral hunger as he lifted me effortlessly, slamming me against the wall and thrusting back inside in one fluid movement. I screamed, wrapping my legs around his waist, my nails digging into his shoulders.

He fucked me like that – standing, holding my entire weight with ease, his cock hitting deeper with each brutal thrust.

“You’re mine,” he snarled against my ear, his teeth sinking into my neck. “No one else will ever touch you. No one else will ever fuck you like this.”

“N-no one,” I sobbed, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

“Come for me,” he commanded.

His words broke me. My orgasm tore through me violently, making me scream his name as my entire body shook against his. He fucked me through it, thrusting deeper until he groaned loudly, slamming in one final time as his cock twitched, spilling hot cum deep inside me.

For a moment, neither of us moved. My head rested on his shoulder, his breath ragged against my neck. Then he carried me to the bed, laying me down gently before pulling out, his cum dripping down my thighs.

He lay beside me, one strong arm wrapping around my waist, pulling me against his chest. His rough fingers brushed hair away from my sweaty face as he kissed my temple softly.

“You drive me insane, baby girl,” he whispered, his voice suddenly gentle, vulnerable. “And I don’t think I ever want to stop.”

My heart twisted painfully in my chest. I knew this was wrong. He was my professor. This was dangerous. But as his arms tightened around me, his warmth sinking into my bones, I realised one brutal truth.

I didn’t care. I’d let him destroy me if it meant he’d keep holding me like this.