Page 42 of See Me After Class

"You seem to be enjoying this," I observed.

She didn't reply.

I parted her ass cheeks and trailed the ruler's edge on the thin line of flesh that ran down to her core.

"Oh, my God," she groaned. "Fuck me, sir!"

Thwack!

"Not so easily, Dessie," I reprimanded her. "How do you think I feel, knowing you've been doing this same shit with my staff?"

"Sir, I?—"

Thwack-thwack-thwack!

I rubbed my fingers between her legs, never touching her pussy, just teasing the tops of her smooth, rounded thighs.

"Please," she panted.

"Please what?"

"Please, sir," she groaned, squirming as I continued touching her. "Please bend me over and fuck me."

My fingers slid closer to her needy pussy.

The door burst open. Leon's head bobbed in. "Hey, John, I— oh…"

The bobbing head took one look at what was happening and disappeared. The door closed once more.

Dessie tried to straighten, but my hand kept her in her place. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Sir, Leon…"

"I don't give a damn that he saw you. You're too much trouble, Dr. Davenport. And you're not going anywhere until you've learned your lesson."

She moaned slightly, moving her hips and desperately trying to brush her pussy against my fingers.

"Tell me," I asked her silkily. "How did it feel, fucking Leon Vincenzo?"

"Would you like it if I told you it was amazing?" she purred back, crying out loud as I slapped her ass once more. "Would you like it if I told you I rode the fuck out of him?"

Somehow, the idea of her straddling Leon, her head flying back and forth as she took his cock in her pussy, only made me harder.

I pulled my zipper down and moved behind her. My cock was rock-hard as I rubbed the tip between her slippery pussy lips.

"Do you like that, Dr. Davenport?" I teased the tip against her. "Do you like the feel of my cock against your pussy?"

"Yes!" she groaned, pushing her hips back and trying to suck me inside.

Thwack!

"Ask me nicely, Dr. Davenport. Ask me to fuck you till you can't walk."

She moved her ass slightly. "Please, Dr. Galbraith," she purred. "Please fuck me hard."

"Gladly," I snarled, teasing her opening further, allowing the tip of my cock to press half an inch inside. "But only when you make me believe you really want it."

"Oh, please," she cried out, slapping her hands on the table. "Please fill me up, I want it so bad!" Her voice was convincingly breathless and desperate, turning almost to a primal growl by the end of the sentence.

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