Professor Wyatt's POV(The Mystery Man)I didn’t say anything back to the student and just left Jonathan’s door. Back in the car, my heart raced with a toxic blend of anger and lust. My cock throbbed painfully against my zipper, leaving a wet spot on my pants. I drove home to an empty house, the silence deafening. I stripped naked in the bedroom, the sheets cold and unwelcoming. It was almost as if nothing made sense to me anymore. Lying on the bed, I let my hands roam my body, pinching my nipples until they peaked hard, imagining his mouth there instead, sucking and biting. My hand trailed lower, gripping my shaft and pumping it slowly. Head thrown back, I moaned his name into the empty room. “Jonathan… come to me.”The fantasy consumed me fully. There he was, on his knees before me, eyes wide and pleading.“Sorry, Professor. Punish me.” I grabbed a fistful of his hair and forced my cock down his throat, fucking his face with deep, relentless strokes. He gagged and choked, spit dr
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