Page 159 of Stutter

He lifts a brow when he spots me, tapping a pen against his bottom lip. “Any questions?” He asks and then, “Classdismissed.” He shuts the laptop we got him for Christmas and pushes it to the side. “Miss Monroe, can I help you?”

I nervously bite my lip, taking a seat in the chair before him, the leather cool against my naked ass.

When I don’t say anything he sits down. “Speak, Miss Monroe, my time is limited.”

“I… d-don’t understand… some of the mm-material. I was h-hoping you could… help mm-me?”

He sits back in his chair, green eyes sliding from my boots to my thighs, to the outrageously tight button-up shirt I put on without a bra. My nipples tighten underneath, and they feel strained against the material. “I see. Come, show me what it is you find justoh so difficult.” He growls and god, it’s so hot when he’s like this. I shouldn’t find his condescending tone so sexy but here I am, warmth pooling between my thighs, needy and begging for his touch.

I stand, and let the textbook fall open on the desk. His eyes look down and flick back up to me, annoyed. “I said come here, Miss Monroe, not stand on the other side of me. If I’m to teach you, then I must do it properly. Now.”

Oh god.

I purposely leave the book where it is and round the desk to get to him. He moves away so I have to get in front of him and then I stammer, “Oh, s-sorry,” bending over to reach for it then drag it down and flip it. Which causes him to hiss. When I try to stand straight he gently pushes me forward.

“Is that how you walk around campus?”

“It… it was laundry d-day.”

“Was it?” His fingers are gentle as they crawl up the backs of my thighs, pushing the hem of my skirt up to the small of my back.

I make my voice as small as possible. “Yes?”

“I think you’re lying, Raven,” he kneads my ass, thumbs lifting and separating only to drop them. “Coming in here interrupting my class, wearing this little skirt.”

“No!”

“I think you are. I think…” he goes back to pulling my ass apart again, using his foot to kick mine wider apart, “you came here to try and seduce your professor."

Fuck yes, I did. “No! I’m… I’m a good girl.”

“Then why are youglistening? Hmm? Filthy little liar.”

I moan when his thumb rubs around my clit in tight little circles, teasing and tormenting, waiting for me to answer, applying more pressure.

“I… I…” I can’t think.

“That’s right,” his touch is so delicate, coating his large, long fingers in my arousal then rough when he shoves two in me, spreading inside then hooking and I cry out. “I’ll ask again and this time if you’re honest, I’ll reward you. Now, is this what you came here for Miss Monroe?”

He spanks me when I don't reply.

“Yes!” I try to move, to follow his fingers but his hold on my lower back is strong.

He removes his fingers, and I groan at the loss of him. “Quiet, Raven. Anyone could walk by, and I’ll be fired. Be a good little mute.”

I try. I really do, but when I hear his zipper going down the teeth and the tip of his velvety length nudges my sopping wet entrance, so eager for him, I let out a whimper and it earns me another spank. God yes. He teases me with only the tip, never going fully in. Pure torture. “Please!”

“Pleasewhat, Miss Monroe? Quickly. I don’t have all day.”

“Please f-fuck me, Professor Harrington.” Words I wanted to say out loud for such a long time. “Please. I’ll be… a good girl.”

He shoves every stiff, thick inch into me so brutally that I don’t even have a chance to prepare for the biting stretch of him. I let out a scream which makes me haul me up by the hair and he covers my mouth with his free hand. “I said quiet,Tongueless.”

The lip of the desk hits my clit with each thrust, and I’m so fucking gone, already a trembling, fragile mess in his arms. He pulls out and turns me, helping me on the desk. My heels find purchase on the edge of the old thing, as he sinks back into me, looming over me, ripping my shirt so my breasts pop free,buttons scattering everywhere, one hand between us to play with my clit the other fisting my hair so we’re nose to nose. “Is this what you wanted, Siren? To have your professor’s cock in your exquisite cunt? Hmm?”

I nod, trying to be the best angel for my devil, biting my lip, overwhelmed by every sensation wracking my body, driving me insane. God, it’s so good, the thickness of his crown hits my spot over and over, the strong veins like pulsating ridges, strong fingers stimulating my clit, and the way he throbs, so hot and thick has me seizing, lost and trapped in the pleasure he gives me. My legs draw up to my chest, allowing him to go deeper.

“Yes, my perfect girl, there it is,fuck. Come for me, Siren. Come on your professor’s cock like the filthy little slut that you are.” He groans, the rumble in his chest is so deep when he comes it triggers another small orgasm to know I make him come undone. That he reaches ecstasy because of me. “There’s my good fucking girl, squeezing every drop out of my cock.”

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