Chapter 64 Dirty Little Exhibitionist (5)

Chapter 64 Dirty Little Exhibitionist (5)
I was panting heavily against the door, my legs shaking so badly I could barely keep my balance. But before I could even catch my breath, Travis reached down and violently unbuckled his belt. He unzipped his trousers, pulling his thick, throbbing length completely free.
My eyes widened. He was massive—long, thick, veiny, and fully erect, the tip glistening with pre-cum.
“You wanted to see what happens when you push me?” Travis growled, grabbing my waist and hoisting me effortlessly up into his arms. He slammed my back against the door, wrapping my legs tightly around his broad waist.
He aligned his tip with my swollen, dripping slit.
“Please, Professor,” I whimpered, my hands clutching his back through his shirt. “Fuck me.”
“Say it again,” he demanded, his voice thick and commanding as he pressed his head just an inch inside my tight heat, stretching me open.
“Fuck me, Professor Smith!” I begged, tears of pleasure welling in my eyes. “Split me open!”
With one powerful, brutal drive of his hips, Travis buried his entire length all the way to the hilt inside my soaking wet pussy.
A loud, broken scream ripped from my throat, echoing against the quiet walls of his office. I was completely full, stretched to my limit, filled with the burning, dangerous heat of the man who ruled my world.
Travis didn’t wait for me to adjust. He locked his grip around my hips and began to pound into me with an animalistic, relentless rhythm, slamming my body again and again against the locked wooden door.
The heavy, rhythmic slaps of skin on skin echoed loudly in the small space, muffled only by the carpet and the thick oak of his locked door. Every time he drove his hips forward, his massive length bottomed out completely inside me, sending white-hot sparks straight up my spine.
“Fuck!” he growled into the crook of my neck, his hot breath scalding my skin. “You’re so tight... so fucking wet for me, Lina.”
“Faster, Professor!” I whimpered, burying my face into his broad shoulder, my fingernails digging deep through his suit jacket into the hard muscle beneath. “Drive it deeper!”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He adjusted his angle, pulling out until just his tip remained held hostage by my wet lips, before slamming all the way back in with brutal, uncompromising force.
“Ah!” I screamed, my head snapping back against the wooden door. The sensation hit the exact spot deep inside me, sending a shockwave of pleasure through my entire body. My inner walls instantly began to spasm, gripping his thick shaft like a tight vise.
“Don’t you dare cum yet,” Travis commanded, his grip tightening violently around my thighs, holding me pinned against the wood as his pace became a rapid, punishing vibration. “You asked for this. You’re going to take every single inch of me.”
My breathing turned into ragged, desperate gasps. He was relentless, a man entirely possessed by the lust he had tried so hard to suppress. The contrast was driving me insane—the pristine academic suit still hugging his shoulders while his cock ruthlessly ruined my body against his office door.
“I can’t... Travis, I can’t hold it!” I sobbed, my hips jerking frantically against his to meet every thrust.
“Say my name right!” he snapped, delivering a sharp, stinging slap to my bare ass cheek that made me gasp loudly.
“Professor! Professor Smith, please!” I screamed, completely surrendering to his dominance.
That was his breaking point. Travis let out a low, guttural roar from deep in his chest. He grabbed my lower back, pulling my pelvis tight against his, and slammed into me three more times.
My body violently shattered into a blinding, ecstatic climax. My inner walls clamped down hard on his shaft, milking him relentlessly as tears of pure pleasure spilled down my cheeks.
Feeling my pussy tighten around him, Travis locked up. He drove himself as deep inside me as he could and held me tightly as he came, every pulse of his body sending another wave through me. I could feel each shudder ripple through him as his chest heaved against mine, his forehead resting against my neck while he fought to catch his breath.
We stayed suspended like that against the door for what felt like an eternity, the quiet hum of the office air conditioner the only sound breaking our heavy, labored breathing.
Slowly, Travis let his grip loosen. He slid his softening length out of my wet, dripping core with a slick sound, gently lowering my trembling feet back down onto the carpet. My knees nearly buckled the second my toes touched the floor, but I caught myself against the doorframe, my chest heaving.
A thick mixture of our fluids dripped down my inner thighs, pooling onto the quiet office carpet.
Travis didn’t say a word at first. He reached down, adjusted his trousers, zipping them back up and re-buckling his leather belt. He adjusted his collar and straightened his jacket, looking completely immaculate from the waist up—except for the dark, wild fire still burning deep in his eyes.
He stepped over to his desk, picked up a box of tissues, and tossed them to me.
“Clean yourself up,” he said, his voice returning to that cool, authoritative baritone, though it carried a rough edge that hadn’t been there before.
I smirked, despite my trembling legs, catching the box and wiping the wetness from my thighs before picking my skirt and panties up off the floor and sliding them back on. I pulled my knit sweater back over my head, tossing my hair out of my face.
When I was put back together, I stepped closer to his desk, leaning both palms against the polished wood.
“So, Professor,” I purred softly, my eyes locking onto his. “How am I doing in your class so far?”
Travis looked up from his briefcase, his eyes dropping to my bruised, swollen lips before snapping back to mine. A slow, dangerous curve touched the corner of his mouth.
“You’re failing miserably at discipline, Miss Lina,” he murmured softly, leaning in until his face was inches from mine. “Which means you’re going to require extensive private tutoring. My office. Every Tuesday and Thursday after class.”
A hot, wicked thrill bloomed deep in my gut.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, Professor.”
I gave him one last sly, victorious smile, turned around, and unlocked the door before stepping out into the quiet hallway, leaving my mark on him forever.