Page 5 of The Professor: Ep. 2
“I do.”
“I could fail you.”
“You won’t.”
“Because we’re fucking?”
She shook her head. “No. Because I’m a good student.” She glanced over her shoulder at me, her dark eyes glowing with certainty. “I’m going to ace your class, Professor.”
“Which one?” I asked, removing my fingers from inside her to stroke upward to her clit. “The one where I give you a lesson in disobedience?” I gave her a little slap, smiling as she jolted. I drew my touch backward to her ass and cupped my hand to give her a proper smack. “You knew better than to show up in my classroom without panties.”
“Did I?” She blinked innocently at me. “Wasn’t that one of your terms?”
“I also said one night only, Miss Mickelson.” I flicked open the button on my pants and slowly drew down the zipper, my cock aching for freedom. “You clearly disobeyed.”
Her gaze fell to my groin as I released my dick. “Only because you disappeared without fulfilling my requirements.” The husky quality of her voice was a verbal caress over my shaft. “And you’re still not fulfilling them.”
“Requirements,” I repeated, amused. “Such a demanding thing you are.” I pulled the wallet from my back pocket to retrieve a condom.
She returned her gaze to my desk and stretched out like a cat, her body humming with approval and excitement. Completely unapologetic. All proud, perfect female.
I tossed my wallet onto my chair, then ripped the condom wrapper with my teeth.
Kayla shivered, a soft mewl leaving her lips.
“You’ll need to be very quiet,” I said. “These walls are thin. Wouldn’t want your father to hear us.”
“Fuck me,” she returned. “Make it hard.”
“Oh, it’s going to be hard”—I fisted my fingers through her thick hair and aligned myself with her entrance from behind—“and fast.” I thrust into her, going all the way to the hilt without giving her a moment to adjust.
She gasped, her neck straining as she fought the scream I knew she wanted to release.
I tugged her head back and leaned over her to press my lips to her bared throat. Her pulse thudded angrily against my lips, her body shaking beneath mine as I held myself still inside her. “Relax,” I whispered, her walls clamping down so hard on my dick that I couldn’t move without hurting her. “Breathe.”
She inhaled sharply, the obedient student following my every command.
“Good girl,” I praised, kissing her neck and dragging my lips to her ear. “So, so good, Kayla.” I nibbled her lobe, her body quivering against mine. “I’m going to fuck you now, sweetheart. Okay?”
“Yes,” she hissed. “Yes.”
I started to move, slowly at first, to warm her up and to enjoy the sensations hugging my shaft, and then harder, just like I’d promised. “You feel amazing,” I whispered against her ear. “So fucking tight.”
“More,” she demanded.
My lips ghosted across her cheek as I used my grip in her hair to angle her head back toward my mouth. She opened for me on a groan, our tongues dueling as I took her body to new heights.
Fuck, I wasn’t sure if it was the month of forced celibacy or the severely delayed gratification between us, but I burned for her in a way I’d never burned for anyone. I nearly forgot our surroundings, my pace turning almost violent as I chased my yearning with my hips.
In my office,I reminded myself.We’re in my office.
And that just turned me on more.
Because, shit, this was so damn wrong. I was fucking my student against my desk.
Well, technically not my student yet.
Her enrollment paper was tucked away by my keyboard.
