Page 17 of Schooling Lucy (Off Limits #1)

Epilogue

R OMAN

Seven Years Later

A soft knock on the door had my cock stiffening behind my pants. I slowly placed my pen beside the papers I was grading. I leaned back in my chair and cleared my throat.

"Come in." My voice sounded gravelly, echoing around my office as I waited patiently for the doorknob to turn.

A dark head in pigtails peered around the door. Her small white teeth sunk into her pillowy bottom lip as she regarded me nervously.

My hands clenched, and my cock seeped out a little pre-come. But I held myself back and lifted a dismissive brow at her.

"My open door policy is between two and four PM. You're too late."

She took a deep breath. Instead of slinking off with an apology, she came further into the room, disobeying me. The naughty brat.

"P-please, Professor Drake," she whispered, twisting her hands before her.

I did a sharp inhale when I spied what she wore.

A short pleated skirt and a thin white buttoned-up blouse.

The material did nothing to hide the red lace bra underneath.

I almost surged in my chair, needing to pace the halls to determine who exactly saw her walking to my office.

But I held back. The flex of my fingers and the tic in my jaw was the only indicator that I was unhappy.

She knew what she was doing, too. Her lips pursed in nervousness, but her eyes sparkled with mischief, daring me to break.

Always tempting me.

Little did she know what I liked to do to naughty students.

"I had an emergency, so I couldn't get here in time." She stepped closer until the top of her crotch hit my desk. She leaned forward, placing her hands on my desk.

My eyes flicked down to her open shirt. Her cleavage heaved behind her bra, and she leaned her arms in, causing her big breasts to lift higher.

"Can't you make an exception?" She breathed. Her body moved subtly up and down, and when I glanced at her lower body, I realized what she was doing. The dirty slut was grinding her crotch against my desk.

I rolled my chair back and stood, coming around the desk like a predator, ready to pounce.

She watched me approach with wary eyes. But the twinkle in them betrayed her true feelings.

She turned, leaning her buttocks on my desk as I prowled around to stand in front of her.

I crowded her space, and my thick erection pressed into her.

Her breath hitched, and her pupils dilated as she felt my rigid length.

"I might." My hands skimmed up the sides of her upper thighs, fingering her skirt. "If you tell me what the emergency was."

She bit her lip and glanced coyly up at me. Her cornflower blue eyes hit me in the gut as they always did when she regarded me. She leaned up, her breath skittering past my jaw as she pressed her lips to my ear. I shuddered, my control pulling like a thin rope on the verge of snapping.

"After your class, my panties were so wet I had to go home and change them."

Snap!

I growled and roughly turned her around, pushing her forward until her body rested on my desk.

"Professor Drake!" She gasped in fake outrage. Her hands scrunched up the papers on my desk. But I didn't care. There was nothing on them, anyway. I knew she would be coming. My naughty little student.

I lifted her skirt and breathed a sigh when I spied white cotton panties. I would set the University alight if I knew she walked these halls with her bare ass and pussy only covered by a short, flimsy skirt. She was still getting punished for showing off what was mine, though.

I tore her panties off, my dick growing heavy at the sound of her crocodile tears of outrage. She lifted her buttocks higher, silently consenting for me to do my worst. I smacked her ass, watching the flesh jiggle before smoothing it with my palm.

"That's what naughty girls get when they break the rules. You think you can come in here, and I'll make an exception?" I administered the same attention to her other butt cheek, causing her to cry out.

"Isn't that what you're doing now, Professor Drake?" She panted, her voice taking on a coltish lilt. "Making an exception?"

My mouth twisted in amusement at her backchat. She could never resist sassing me. Guess I'll have to punish her for that as well.

I pulled her ruined panties from my pocket and shoved them in her sinful mouth. She moaned around the material, and my heavy cock dripped at the wanton sound.

"You talk when spoken to," I ordered. "Or next time, it'll be my cock I'll shove in there."

I heard her whimper and mumble something around her panties that sounded suspiciously like "good."

I hunkered down, bringing her wet flesh to eye level. I could smell the sweet nectar of her arousal, and my mouth watered to taste.

I tilted her forward more and separated her ass cheeks, peering into her tight cunt and puckered asshole.

I spat at it and coated my spit into her already dripping hole.

I rubbed around her back entrance before realizing it felt unusually slicked and greasy.

It also smelled like a certain strawberry lube.

"Rule number one when you come to my class.

" I sunk my middle finger into her juiced-up asshole.

She cried out, clawing at my desk. "Always come prepared.

" My finger easily slid to my knuckle. I gathered some of her pussy juice, smearing it around her asshole.

"Tell me, what did you prepare when you came to my office, hmm? "

Her muffled moans were all I received. "Was it this?

" I leaned in and laved at her pussy, sticking my tongue in to gather her juices before sucking her flesh into my mouth.

I held her body as she bucked against me, her pussy dripping more juice onto my tongue.

I pulled back before widening her ass cheeks and letting go, watching them bounce.

I spread her ass again and leaned forward to twirl my tongue around her tight ring hole.

"Or was it this?" I licked at her ass, sinking my tongue in and gathering more juice to spread around her asshole.

I felt her hand grasp my head, pushing my face deeper between her butt cheeks until all I could taste and smell was her wet gash.

Her fingers dug into my scalp, and I felt her ass grind against my mouth.

I ate her hungrily, slurping the juices from her pussy and spitting them onto her asshole until I had her saturated. Her girl come spilled down her thighs and covered my nose, mouth, and chin.

I stood up, quickly unbuckling my pants and shoving them and my boxer briefs down my thighs.

"Gonna fuck this pussy and ass good, little girl. Gonna make you work for that A."

I grabbed her leg and propped it up on my desk, spreading her further. I lined up my dick with her pussy and sunk in without hesitation. She cried out at the intrusion, but I carried on thrusting into her. She could take my big dick.

I pumped into her, grunting as I watched my dick disappear in and out of her wet channel. My length was slick with her juices, and it took everything in me not to come. I had to hold off. Because my dirty girl came to me with a lubed-up asshole for a reason.

Once I had fucked her cunt a few times, I reluctantly pulled out before tucking the head of my cock against her tight, puckered back entrance.

"Walking around these halls showing this tight ass. You're just begging to be fucked, aren't you?"

Her head nodded as she whimpered in need. She was practically climbing the table and rubbing her sweet, young cunt against the wood. My lips peeled back in a grimace as her tight hole strangled my dick.

"Fuck, I'm not gonna last, little girl. Not even halfway in, and I'm gonna blow my load all over your asshole."

I humped in a little more, groaning as I felt her muscles clench and relax.

"Hold your ass open for me," I ordered as I stroked the gentle curve of her back. My thumbs pressed against the two dimples just above her ass. I loved those dimples.

She immediately obeyed, reaching back to open her ass cheeks. I grunted as I thrust in and out, watching her muscles open for me.

"Mmft! Mmft! Mmft!" Her feminine grunts were driving me wild.

I could tell she was close by the way her fingers started to loosen their hold on her ass.

Her cheek was against the table, and her mouth was open, panting against the soiled panties.

Her neck arched, and I felt her muscles spasm as she screamed against my desk, her face mashing down as she jerked through her orgasm.

The sight and feel of her coming was too much for me. The lick of pleasure shot down my spine, and I groaned as my come spurted into her ass chute.

"Fucking take it, you dirty slut! Think you can come in here for special privileges. Disobedient brats like you get their asses fucked!" I jerked inside her, emptying my balls until she wrung the last bit of pleasure from me.

She groaned as I pulled out, grabbing her ass cheeks and watching my come bubble out.

"God damn, you take my cock so good," I praised. I gently pulled her up and removed her panties from her mouth.

She gasped as she clutched me. Her hair was a mess, one of her cheeks was red from being pushed against my desk, and tears had smeared her mascara and eyeliner. She had never looked more beautiful.

I eyed the mess she made of my desk. The papers that were ripped to shreds, and the pen holder that had been knocked down, their contents strewn around. There was a glistening spot on my desk. Her come juices. A deep male pride filled me when I thought of her warm cunt squirting on my desk.

I cupped her face lovingly. Her eyes softened as we gazed at each other, communicating our devotion and love through a single look.

"Hi, wife," I murmured.

"Husband," Lucy hummed. She pulled me down for a languid kiss, our tongues tangling and sliding together in a familiar rhythm, yet we knew if we didn't stop, it would more than likely lead to round two.

After we cleaned up in my private bathroom, I threaded my fingers through my wife's, needing her close.

I turned off the lights and locked up before ensuring my jacket covered her body sufficiently.

I still had her punishment for strutting out in public half-naked earmarked for later. My body hummed just thinking about it.

"Where are the kids?" I asked as I pulled her hand up to kiss the wedding ring on her finger.

"They're at Grandpa and Grandma's." She giggled as she always did whenever she referred to her Dad's wife by that title.

The joke never gets old for her. To me? The fact that Michael was grandpa to my kids made me chuckle with glee.

We get along well enough now, considering, but we still loved to give each other shit.

"It's pizza night at their house, so the kids are staying for dinner. I'll pick them up at seven."

I glanced at my watch. It was just after five-thirty. Hmm, whatever should we do with the extra time?

I glanced down at my wife with hooded eyes just as she peeked up at me. The mirrored lust I spied in them had my tired cock perking up. Her lips quirked as she read my mind.

"I'm sure we can find something to occupy ourselves with," she winked.

THE END

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