MY STRICT PROFESSOR IS A DEVIL IV

His other arm suddenly tightens around my waist, his fingers digging into my flesh. He grinds my butt on his length, sucking my nipple and fondling the other breast.

I can feel the wave of pleasure building up again, fast, soon. I never thought I could come again so soon, but it’s heightening.

“I’ve always known you were a bad girl,” he raises his brow, his tongue twisting my hard bud.

“Hmmm,” I moan, too gone to care.

“I noticed those sneaky glances, your heated cheeks, Rose, I’ve always known.”

The hair on my neck prickles, my mouth falls apart. I’m too shocked to function, I can’t understand.

What… how…?

He knows.

Fuck.

His arm tightens up and he jerks inside me and I groan.

“Why me?” I manage to breathe.

His brow lifts and he drops the nipple, letting it slide out through his teeth.

Fuck.

I stiffen. Then a raw, throat-gasping moan rips out of my chest.

“Ooooo, ohhhh. Fuck,”

It’s painful and sweet.

My nipple burns.

It’s red, wet, and sore.

“You aren’t like those brat bitches who think I should be theirs because their fathers are rich. You hid yours too well with fear, and that’s what I like, what I want. To bend you, to control you, to watch you explode into different colors of desire.”

He smirks and leans down, pushing the other nipple into his mouth.

I sigh.

I drop the breast in my hand and wrap both arms around his neck, pressing my chest to his face.

I don’t know what to think about this revelation. I never thought he’d know. All these years, I always thought him oblivious. If only I’d reached out earlier, would we have had a lot of time together?

I wish I’d reached out sooner.

Both his arms now wrap around me, his face tightly pressed to my breasts. He thrusts, I grind, it’s slow, like a dance.

I slip my hands into his neat blonde hair, running my fingers through it, tugging on a few strands as his thickness hits my core.

His revelation seems to have strengthened my confidence. Now I just want to do everything to please him.

His thrusts become hard and powerful, my butt bouncing in the air. My thighs press against him. He bites my nipple, teasing it with his teeth.

My heat drips onto his thighs, sticky, messy, hot. Soft, wet sounds fill the room with my pants.

My toes curl, my ears ring, I press harder into him.

“Fuck, yes… yes, yesss, fuck, ohh,”

My chest squeezes as the pleasure hits me, his cock slamming into me at the same time.

My eyes roll backward, my ears drain out every other sound.

He continues to grind into me, then groans and explodes inside me.

My insides pulses around him, greedily taking his release. My bones scream with protest, aching and tense.

I feel used and spent.

I’m wasted. I can’t go again.

He lifts me up, his rod falling out with a smooch sound. My core clenches empty air, and I feel hollow.

He turns me around, placing my hands on the table in the middle of the room. My butt hangs in the air, with his semen seeping out of my swollen hole.

“I can’t…”

The quick thrust of his huge member into my dripping hole shuts me up. My legs quiver, but his hands hold my waist firmly.

I can only pant as I hold onto the table edge for support. My breasts swing wildly as his devilish weapon pounds into me.

His length is stretching me too tight, my pussy lips are sore and tense, but I’m just too much of a slut to protest.

I take him. I push back as he withdraws, then he drills into me and I gasp. My entrance leaks, thick wetness trailing down my thighs. His balls slap my butt, heavy and harsh.

I chase after his cock each time he slides out. I don’t even notice when my bun falls apart, brown hair falls like curtains on my face, cold sweat framing my back.

Heat spreads in my stomach, my clit burns with hot heat. My throat dries up, my voice goes hoarse.

My pussy is burning with intense fire, damp and dripping messily wet.

I can feel myself exploding soon, my heart is racing, pounding in my ears.

One hand leaves my waist and comes between my thighs. He reaches for my sensitive nub and pushes a finger through the wet, lush lips.

My teeth grind, my walls harden, and I explode, screaming out my lungs. His fingers circle and pinch my throbbing tip, rubbing fast as I cum, then he pulls out abruptly.

Warmth hits my butt as his cock twitches on my naked flesh, releasing onto my skin. The slickness slides down my asshole.

He withdraws his other hand from my waist and directs his thick length to my asshole, cumming directly on the surface.

I’m just going to die right here. I can’t take another torment of him.

“Someday,” he groans and whispers. “You’ve got an A.”

I exhale.

My body slackens and I nearly fall onto the table, but his hands grab me against his chest as he falls into the couch.

My chest heaves, and his heartbeat resounds in my back. My limbs fall out lifelessly, my legs wide open, my folds glistening with both our release.

I glance down at our bodies. While I lay naked, wrecked, he remains dressed, his black pants and white shirt untouched, but his member lies softened on my thigh.

He looks every bit unapologetically powerful and in control. I look like a whore, but shameless.

I really wish I’d reached out to him all those years so I could experience more of this, but now, I only have this one session.

His hand comes under my chin and tilts my head up, then his lips press on mine.

Soft and firm.

His tongue sweeps inside my mouth, warm and slippery.

I moan and open my mouth for more access, sucking on his tongue and biting until we’re out of breath.

He releases me and leans back. I sigh deeply, my lips wide spread, smiling into the dark.

I’m never going to forget this.

I’ll never forget this feeling, this moment. I got fucked by my strict professor, the dream of my rich course mates, but I got to have it.