“But it’s seven-thirty. The class will be full soon.” I act so well I almost convince myself.
“Stay right where you are,” he winks. Stepping behind me and pressing his palm to my lower back. “Place both palms on the table for me, love. Spread the papers out in case anyone walkspast the side door, that way it will look like you’re reading through work for me.”
I do exactly as he says, taking both my hands and spreading the printouts over the desk, then place my palms flat on the wooden desk. The anticipation of his touch is torturous. My mind contradicting my heart and sexual desire. Pressing his groin against my arse he leans forward.
Slightly, running his fingers up my bare thighs. He sends shockwaves through my body. Right to the core of my being. Sliding his fingers agonisingly slow between my thighs, he raises them higher and higher until he gets close to the sweet spot. The moment they reach where he needs to be, he curves his fingers into the back of my thong, pulling it down.
“Fuck,” I hiss, fisting the paper under my hands.
“You’re fucking soaked,” he chuckles from behind me as he runs a finger between my wet slit. “Have you been waiting for my touch?”
“Yes,” I respond and it’s barely even a murmur. “You said this could never happen again.” As soon as the words sail out in to the open, I feel him smack my pussy hard. Shoving a single thick digit deep inside me to the knuckle.
“Oh god,” I cry out. Reaching back, desperately to touch him any way I can.
“Hands on the fucking table, Ashley. I won’t tell you for a third time,” he grinds out. My palm slaps against the wood and he begins to laugh. Instantly his finger vacates the space inside me, and I whimper at the loss.
“Nathan. Please,” I drop my head. “I’m begging you. Please fuck me.” I remember the look on his face the moment I started to beg him for everything I wanted that night.
The silence is deafening and the moment I’m about to turn around, I yelp as he pushes his cock inside me, stretching meopen in one single, hard thrust. His hand wraps round my mouth and nose.
“Quiet, love.” I nod profusely and he releases my face. “Jesus.”Thrust.“Fucking.”Thrust.“Christ.” He growls each word with an unrelenting thrust as his thighs slap against mine. “So fucking tight,” he growls again. “Look at you taking every inch of me so fucking well.”
“Don’t stop,” I beg, leaning down onto my forearms. Palms still flat on the shiny mahogany surface. “Fuck, you’re stretching me out.”
My nipples strained against the cotton fabric of my white crop top. With every thrust he assaults on my cunt, they rub against the wood at a delicious angle. I stifle a cry as he shoves a finger in my asshole and I automatically push back because even though it burns, fuck me the sensation of him inside both of my holes makes me drip with desire.
“Gooood girl. Think you can take more?” My eyes flash to my watch and there’s ten minutes left.
Ten minutes before hundreds of students flood this place and see me bent over his desk with a finger up my arse and his dick in my cunt. “Has anyone ever fucked your arse before, Ashley?”
The words flowing so effortlessly from his mouth as he continues to fuck me like I mean nothing to him. The way his cock feels sliding in and out of my walls as I Kegel each time he pulls out. Sucking him right back into me.
“N-no,” I stutter. Again, more lies. The sound of him spitting onto the place where his finger pierces me, does nothing but make the butterflies in my chest and the wet sounds coming from my cunt work in unison to create the most electric sound. “Yes!” My asshole instantly welcoming a second finger with a deep groan bellowing from his chest as it echoes to the back of the classroom.
“Fuck!” I spit.
“Relax, love. Breathe through the pain and I promise you it will feel so good. Once you’re used to three of my fingers, I’m going to shove my cock so deep in your arse you’ll feel me for weeks.”
“Please, please, please,” I beg, I know this is what he likes. What gets him off.
“Please what, Ashley?” He stills and I instantly groan. “Ask me for what you want.”
“I need you so bad,” I cry out. “Fuck me hard.”
“And?” The stillness of his is driving me utterly wild. I try to back up slightly for a tiny amount of friction but when I do, both hands wrap round my throat as he pulls me back at the most impossible angle.
Although my bent fucking spine causes a shoot of pain, I need it. I need the pain. I want to feel something.
“Fuck me like a whore. Hurt me.” He smiles down at me, forcing me back down to the table not giving two fucks now if anyone can see us. His aggressive thrusting becomes harsher now, his grunts replacing mine in the room and my eyes begin to flutter closed.
The musical stylings of both our depraved tones dancing together as they bounce off the walls. His free hand slides up my back and into my hair, twisting and knotting itself in there as he uses it to pull me back. Meeting him with every single thrust and the pressure inside me is building exponentially.
I don’t know how much longer of this I’ll be able to take before I come all over him. Every now and then he smacks my ass so hard it takes me by surprise, and I clench automatically. My cunt is soaking and the wet sounds coming from behind me with each thrust he fucks me up with, is a testament to just what this man does to me.
The fact he’s my professor makes this even better. The fact I knew he wouldn’t last long before he shoved his fat cock inside me again fills me with delicious delight. But I didn’t expect himto crack over paperwork. I have him right where I want him and if I wasn’t being railroaded right now, I’d laugh.
This man has absolutely no idea what’s in store for him and I fucking live and breathe off it. I can feel myself tightening around him. His cock driving into me without remorse. A loud slap on my ass brings me back to the moment.