Strict Professor: 3

Forbidden Reward💦🫦

Marcus stayed buried deep inside me, his hand clamped tight over my mouth as the knock came again. My heart slammed against my ribs, pussy clenching around his thick cock from the pure panic and thrill.

"Professor Black?" Sarah called through the door, voice muffled but clear. "I really need to find Emily. We have that group project due tomorrow."

Marcus leaned down, lips brushing my ear while his hips gave one slow, deliberate thrust that made my eyes roll back. "Answer her," he whispered. "Sound normal or I stop."

I nodded frantically against his hand. He eased it away just enough.

"Uh, Sarah? It's me," I called out, voice shaky as hell. "I'm in here getting some... extra help on my paper. Professor's going over revisions, can we talk tomorrow?"

Marcus rewarded me with another deep thrust, grinding against that spot that made my knees buckle. I gripped the couch armrest harder.

Sarah paused. "You sound weird. You sure everything's okay? I saw you leaving the lecture hall earlier looking all flushed."

"Yeah, totally fine," I managed, biting back a moan as Marcus started moving again, slow and filthy, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. "Just stressed, go ahead without me tonight, I'll catch up."

"Okay... if you're sure." Her footsteps finally faded down the hall.

The second they disappeared, Marcus pulled his hand away and gripped my hips with both hands. "Good fucking girl. Now take your punishment for almost getting us caught."

He slammed into me hard, no more teasing. The couch scraped against the floor with each powerful thrust. I cried out, not even trying to stay quiet anymore.

"Fuck, Marcus! Yes, harder!"

"That's right. Tell your professor how much you love getting fucked in his office while your friend stands right outside." He reached around and rubbed my clit fast, matching his rhythm. "Your tight little pussy is gripping me like it never wants me to leave."

"I love it," I gasped, pushing back to meet every brutal stroke. "I love your cock. Don't stop. Please don't stop."

He spanked my ass hard, the sting blooming hot. "Louder. Tell me whose slut you are now."

"I'm your slut," I moaned, voice breaking. "Your dirty little student slut. Fuck me like you own me."

Marcus growled and pulled out suddenly, spinning me around to face him. He lifted me onto the couch armrest, spread my legs wide, and drove back in. Face to face now, his intense eyes locked on mine.

"Look at me while I ruin you." He thrust deep, one hand on my throat, not squeezing hard but holding me there. "Every time you sit in my class from now on, you're going to remember this. Sitting there full of my cum, sore from how I fucked you."

"Yes," I whimpered, nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt. "I want that. I want to feel you for days."

He kissed me messy, biting my bottom lip as he pounded into me. The wet sounds of us filled the office. Sweat slicked our skin. I wrapped my legs around his waist, heels digging into his back.

"Touch yourself," he ordered between kisses. "Rub that clit while I fuck you."

My fingers found my swollen clit and rubbed fast. Pleasure built fast and sharp. "I'm so close already. Marcus, please..."

"Come," he commanded, voice rough. "Come all over your professor's cock. Let me feel it."

I shattered hard, crying out his name as my whole body shook. He didn't slow down, just kept fucking me through it, drawing it out until I was a trembling mess.

He pulled out and sat on the couch, dragging me onto his lap. "Ride me. Show me how bad you need your grade."

I sank down onto him, taking every inch. "So full," I moaned, starting to move. "You feel so good inside me."

His hands gripped my ass, guiding me faster. "That's it. Bounce on it. Fuck yourself like the eager little whore you are for me."

I rode him hard, breasts bouncing with every drop. He sucked on my nipples, biting just enough to make me gasp. "Marcus... I can't get enough. I shouldn't want this so much."

"But you do." He thrust up to meet me, hitting deep. "And you're going to keep coming back. Every night if I say so."

"Yes," I panted, grinding down harder. "I'll come whenever you want. Just keep fucking me like this."

He flipped us suddenly, laying me on the couch and driving into me from above. His pace turned punishing, skin slapping loud. "Tell me again. Whose pussy is this?"

"Yours," I cried out. "Only yours, Professor."

He rubbed my clit again and I came a third time, clenching around him so tight he groaned. "Fuck, Emily. Gonna fill you up."

"Do it," I begged, legs locked around him. "Fill me. I want to feel it dripping out later."

Marcus buried himself deep and came with a low growl, pulsing hot inside me. We stayed locked together, breathing hard, his weight comforting on top of me.

After a minute he kissed me slow and deep, then pulled back with a smirk. "You earned that A tonight."

I laughed breathlessly, still trembling. "I think I earned more than that."

He helped me up, but instead of letting me clean up, he pushed me gently toward his desk. "Bend over one more time. I want to watch my cum drip down your thighs while you fix your clothes."

I obeyed, bending over the desk. He stood behind me, hands spreading me open, admiring the mess. "Look at that. So pretty leaking for me."

"Pervert," I teased, glancing back at him.

"Your pervert." He slapped my ass lightly then handed me tissues. "Clean up enough to walk, but leave some. I want you feeling me on your way back to the dorm."

I wiped quickly and pulled my skirt down. My legs felt like jelly. "What if Sarah asks again tomorrow?"

"You lie like you did tonight." He tucked himself away and straightened his clothes, looking composed except for the heat still in his eyes. "And then you text me when you're free. My office. My car. Wherever I want you."

I nodded, grabbing my bag. "This is dangerous. But I don't want to stop."

"Good." He pulled me in for one last kiss, possessive and deep. "Because you're mine now, Emily. No going back."

I slipped out of his office, heart racing, body sore and satisfied. The campus was quiet as I walked back. Every step reminded me of him inside me, his cum still warm between my thighs.

My phone buzzed. Marcus.

*Tomorrow by 8 pm, don't wear panties. And Emily? Be prepared to beg louder.*

I smiled and typed back. *Yes, Professor.*

But as I reached the dorm entrance, Sarah was waiting outside, arms crossed. "There you are. You were in his office for over an hour. What really happened? You look like you just ran a marathon."

My stomach dropped. I opened my mouth to answer when another voice cut in from behind her.

"Everything alright, ladies?" It was the dean, walking toward us with a curious look. "Professor Black mentioned some students needed late help tonight."

Sarah looked at me expectantly. The dean waited. And my phone buzzed again in my pocket with another message from Marcus.