AFTER CLASS, STAY BEHIND(4)

“No one deserves a bad experience,” he murmured, his large hands anchoring tightly around my waist. He began sliding my body up and down the thick, aggressive length of his cock.

“Oohhh…you're…. you're so fucking big….fuck…Liam.” I couldn't even stitch a coherent sentence together. My pussy felt completely suffocated, stretched to its absolute limit, and he hadn't buried himself completely inside me yet.

“So…tight….sweet…juicy pussy.” He groaned he finally drove all the way in, his cock exploring my deepest depths as if it intended to live there permanently.

My bare breasts bounced heavily with every movement, one of them instantly captured by his lips as I completely lost my sanity.

If my life before this had been structured and controlled, this was absolute chaos. And fuck yeah, it was the best thing had ever felt

“Ohh, faster, Liam…please..ahhh.” I flattened my palm against his broad shoulder for balance, anchoring myself against the brutal rhythm of his hips.

He freed my nipple from his lips, pulling his head back as a heavy groan of pure pleasure ripped from his throat.

“Ooohhh…. Little Ciara…what a beautiful student you are.”

“Ooh..Liam .I'm..gonna-”

“Not yet!” He growled.

With a sudden, ruthless surge of strength, he flipped me flat onto the leather sofa as easily as if he was turning the page of a blueprint. He pinned me beneath him, his heavy chest pressing down on mine. I instinctively hooked my legs around his waist, earning a dark chuckle from him before he continued thrusting with absolute, agonizing precision, grinding his pelvis right against my clit.

“You like that, huh, Ciara? You little slut “

“Ohh yes….harder…Liam.” I screamed against the quiet of the office.

“How do I make you feel?” He asked through his ragged, heavy breathing.

With his massive cock driving inside me, that shouldn't have even been a question.

“I..ahhm..I feel good.”

Smack!

I screamed as he slammed his hips into mine with a violent, punishing depth, grinding his waist brutally against my body.

“Don't belittle my work!” He commanded, gray eyes locking into mine as he continued his relentless pace.

“I didn't ask if it was good. I asked…how do I make you feel?”

Shut. This was pure torture mixed with absolute ecstasy. And I was worshipping every single second of it.

“I feel fucking.. amazing…Liam! Your cock..it's filling me completely. It feels so good! I wanna cum..Liam!”

“Oooh…me too,” he growled, the muscles on his back tightening as he aggressively increased the speed of his thrusts.

“Oh…my..fu!--” I screamed, my voice cracking as a thick, burning wave of his cum flooded my insides, mixing with the heavy gush of my own climax washing down the shaft of his dick.

“Ahh..fuck, little Ciara…” He breathed heavily, shifting his weight back into his original position on the sofa. He leaned his head against the leather, his chest heaving.

“How would you rate your professor's curriculum now?”

“Ahh..hmm,” I moaned, completely lost in a daze of post-coital ecstatic. My hands trained down over my bare breasts to my belly, marveling at the phantom throbbing between my thighs. I genuinely wondered where this man had been all my life.

He let out a chuckle. “That's exactly what I thought. Now, come here and clean your favorite Professor.” His voice was commanding, dripping with a sexy, effortless authority.

I swear, I was starting to hear his voice differently now. It was addictive.

“But sir, if I clean you up, who is going to take care of me?” I asked, sitting upright. I slowly caressed my own breasts, letting his cum slick over my skin as I looked at his sweat- glistening torso.

“Oh, little one. What exactly do you want from me then? He raised his head, those calm, dangerous eyes dropping to track my hands.

“We can do both at the same time—”

Liam immediately burst into loud, deep laughter.

“Hahaha, tell me, Ciara, how long have you been planning this exact coup?” He reached out, grabbing my wrist and pulling me right back onto his lap.

“You just can't get enough of me, can you?”

“Who could blame me? You are just entirely irresistible, sir.” I whispered, carefully balancing my wet ass right over his penis

“ I haven't felt like this in a while, Ciara,” he mumbled, his hands travelling down the curve of my spine to grab my ass cheeks, squeezing the flesh tightly. “And you are doing an exceptional job of taking responsibility for your actions.”

“Thank you, sir. It's an honor.”

“You know this is a complete sin, don't you? A taboo for a young student to be fucking her lecturer,” he whispered, his other hand joining to completely bruise my skin with his grip. “Worse….doing it right in his office.”

“Oww…I don't care about that sir.” He mouthed an “oh” and I began rhythmically rolling my hips against his half hard shaft. “I only care about you, and how I make you–”

He instantly slammed his lips over mine, cutting off my words.

“Ummm.”

I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck as our mouths clashed, his tongue aggressively sliding inside to search for mine.

For a few unbreathable minutes, the kiss evolved from hard to fiercely intense. His fingers were definitely going to leave dark prints on my skin by tomorrow.

While our tongues tangled, I slowly guided his re-hardening cock back into my wet pussy, earning a deep, satisfied sigh from his chest.

God, this man was lethal.

Without breaking the kiss, he suddenly got up, scooping my thighs around his arms and carrying me across the room. His footsteps were just as heavy and calculated as his breathing.

A sudden, loud crash startled me as books, drafting triangles, and heavy academic binders violently clattered to the floor. Liam had effortlessly cleared his hardwood counter with one sweep of his arm.

He perched me on the edge of the desk, forcing me to sit upright as we finally broke apart for air. Without a second of hesitation, he began thruyinside me again, starting slow and deep.

Oooh, sir…you are so good,” I gasped, my head tossing back as I entered another haze.

“The top student deserves the absolute best, Plus, she carries the audacity for it,” he growled, fastening his pace while I locked my arms around his neck.

He slid his large hand down between our bodies, his thumb finding my clit and aggressively caressing it.

“Yessss!” I screamed as I collapsed flat again the hardwood desk, completely losing all control the moment his thumb made contact. “Liam.. I'm going to cum again!”

Instead of letting me transition, he grabbed my legs, hoisting them up onto his broad shoulders before before lplunging back into me with brutal force. His dick felt massive, expanding inside my core.

“Little, tight pussy,” he whispered, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly timbre. I was driving him crazy, and he knew it. No.

He felt it all over him.

Holy! I was fucking my dream man on campus, right on his office desk. Fucking was a massive understatement for the absolute devastation happening to my body right now.

“You won't cum just yet, little one,” he warned as I clung desperately to the wooden edges of the desk.

I should have seen this one comiy. My legs locked over his shoulders, his fingers mercilessly working my clit, beads of sweat dripping from his toned torso as he ruthlessly hammered into my core.

Millions of girls on this campus would kill for this exact view. And I wasn't just getting the view… I was experiencing every single fraction of it.

“Little one, how does this make you feel?” He demanded again, testing my compliance.

Nobody likes being punished, but if the punishment came in this exact form, I was willing to be a repeat offender for the rest of my life.

“Good, sir,” I replied, managing a breathless, defiant smirk. In response to my attitude, he pulled almost all the way out and violently slammed his entire length back inside me, hurting my wall with a force that made the desk rattle.

“Holy shit!!” I screamed.

“I won't repeat myself.” He ordered, his sharp eyes looming over my bouncing breasts.

As I opened my mouth to speak, a sharp loud knock echoed through the heavy wooden door.

“Liam, open up. I need to discuss the upcoming departmental budget with you.”

Holy shit. That was Dean Dora. I would recognize her mean, piercing voice anywhere. Panic flooded my chest and I tried to scramble backward to get off the desk, but Liam.

Liam immediately clamped me with his hands, carrying me off the counter to the rugged part of the room, setting me on all fours as he knelt behind me.

He pinned me down without a shred of fear on his face. I furrowed my eyebrows, my eyes wide with silent, frantic questions.

“Provide me a moment, Dora. I'll be right out. Let me just ‘finish’ up work here.” He called back smoothly towards the door, his time completely unbothered. Then he dropped his gaze straight back into my panicked eyes.

“You better know how to swallow your screams, Ciara,” he whispered darkly. “No one is getting up until we have cummed.”

And with the Dean standing right outside the door, his thrusts suddenly quickened into a brutal, breathless pace.