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Chapter Three of Grade Me Harder (GMH)

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I was still trembling when I came. My thighs quivered, clenching helplessly around Professor Damon’s cock as he emptied inside me, thick and hot. He groaned low in his chest, driving into me one last time, deep, possessive, marking me in every filthy, irreversible way.

We stayed there for a moment—my back arched against the desk, his body covering mine, our sweat-slicked skin glued together, breathing ragged. The room was thick with the scent of sex, heat curling in the air even with the hum of the AC.

But then—

Knock.

I jolted. My eyes flew open.

Knock. Knock.

And then a voice.

“Professor Wolfe? Are you in there?”

My heart plummeted into my stomach.

That voice. That calm, familiar, warm voice.

My father.

Not just any man. Principal Clarke. Head of the school. Head of my home. And a highly respected pastor of our city's most powerful Catholic church.

If he walked in and saw what had just happened-his daughter dripping with sex, the air heavy with sin, my professor still semi-hard from
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