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A second later, my lips are crashing into hers as I jerk her panties down to just above her knees. I drag a finger throughher slick heat, teasing her entrance before circling her clit. She moans, her head falling back as she clutches the edge of the desk for support.
“Why are you so wet, Ms. Swallows?” I ask, my voice tight with control. “Are you like this with the boys in your class, or is this just for me?”
“Just for you, Professor,” she gasps, her thighs trembling as I rub slow, deliberate circles over her sensitive skin. “Just for you.”
“This drenched little pussy is practically begging to be fucked,” I murmur into her ear. “Is that what you want, Ms. Swallows? To be fucked on your professor’s desk?”
“Yes,” she breathes, her voice breaking on the word.
“Say it. Tell me how much you want to be fucked.”
“Please, Professor,” she whispers, her hips bucking against my hand. “Please fuck me.”
“Good girl.” I step back, my fingers leaving her just long enough to shove my pants and boxers down. Her eyes go wide as she watches me stroke myself, the tip of my cock glistening with need. “Off the desk and turn around,” I order, my breath coming faster now, too.
She hesitates for only a moment before sliding off the desk and turning to bend over it, her hands braced against the wood. Her skirt is bunched around her waist, her panties still pushed to the side, and the sight of her like this—bare and ready for me—makes me curse under my breath.
I grip her around the waist, loving the way she moans as my cock brushes against her slickness. I reach down, positioning myself, teasing her with just the tip as I ask, “Is this what you were imaging when you decided to seduce your professor?”
She moans and squirms in response, pressing back against me, trying to force me deeper, but I grip her tight, holding her in place.
“Tell me, Ms. Swallows,” I say, my voice low and steady. “Are you a dirty little girl who needs to be fucked hard?”
“Yes,” she cries out, her voice thick with desperation. “Please!”
Heart hammering in my chest as I fight to go slow, to draw this out for both of us, I push into her swollen folds, savoring the way her body stretches to accommodate me. She moans and her pussy gushes fresh heat over my bare cock, snapping my control like a thread.
She cries out, her hands clawing at the desk as I fill her in one swift, savage thrust.
“Good girl, so fucking good,” I groan, gripping her hips as I take her with a wild abandon, setting a punishing rhythm that has her crying out with each thrust.
Her back arches, her body meeting mine with every stroke, and the sounds she makes—raw, desperate, shameless—drive me wild.
“But I’m not using protection and I don’t pull out,” I pant, leaning over her, my chest pressed to her back. “I hope you’re ready for me to come inside you, Ms. Swallows, to fill this wet little pussy.”
She whimpers with desire, her head falling forward as I drive deeper, hitting a spot that makes her legs tremble. “Oh God, Anthony. Anthony!”
I reach around, finding her clit, rubbing tight, frantic circles as I thrust into her, so close to the edge I’m nearly blind with it. But I force myself to wait until she shatters with a scream, her body clenching around me, before I let go.
I come with a roar, my release crashing through me in waves of bliss as I empty my balls in thick, hot streams deep inside her.
And for a moment, the world stops, and it’s just the two of us, tangled together, sweaty and sticky and smelling of sex in my tiny office.
When I finally pull out, reaching for tissues on the far side of the desk, she turns to face me, her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen.
There’s a gleam of wicked exhilaration in her eyes, and I can’t help but laugh as I reach for her, pulling her into a kiss that’s as soft and sweet as our role-playing was dirty.
“That was so fun,” she whispers as I wipe come from her thighs and clean up my cock before tucking myself back into my pants.
“So fun,” I agree, tossing the tissues in the trash can nearby. “You’re an excellent student.”
“And you’re a very bad teacher,” she replies, her voice full of warmth as she grins up at me. “Next time would you spank me a little? For being such a shameless hussy who’s trying to seduce her professor? I think I’d like it.”
I laugh again and kiss her forehead. “I think that could be arranged.”
She exhales a happy sigh. “You’re good to me. And I love you. And now I’m hungry.”
“Then, we’ll need to feed you,” I say, the moment so perfect and my girl so beautiful, I can’t make myself wait or stick to the plan. “But first I have a question for you.”