Chapter 145 Cum For Me, Isla
PROFESSOR'S POV;
"Yes," she hissed, her hips rolling against my hand. "Please, I need—"
"What do you think about during my lectures, Isla?" I demanded, curling my fingers to hit that sweet spot that made her gasp. "Tell me."
"I—fuck—I think about you bending me over this desk," she admitted, her voice shaking. "About you pulling down my panties and fucking me while everyone watches. I think about getting on my knees under this podium and sucking your cock while you teach. I think about—oh god—"
I added a third finger, stretching her, and she bit down on her lip to keep from crying out.
"Keep going," I ordered, my own breathing ragged. "Tell me every dirty thought that goes through that pretty head while you're sitting there taking notes."
"I imagine you calling me up to the board," she panted, "and everyone seeing how wet my panties are. I imagine you keeping me after class and punishing me for being such a distraction. I imagine—" Her words cut off in a choked moan as I fucked her harder with my fingers.
"You want me to punish you?" I asked, removing my hand from her pussy. She whimpered at the loss. "Then bend over that desk. The one you always sit at."
Her eyes widened, darting toward the rows of seats. "But what if someone—"
"Then you better be quiet." I spun her around and walked her to her desk, my hand firm on the small of her back. "Because if someone comes in and catches you getting fucked by your professor, we're both ruined. Understand?"
She nodded, bending over the desk, her hands gripping the edges. The position pushed her ass up, that yellow dress bunching around her waist. I yanked her lace panties down to her knees, leaving them there—a reminder that she couldn't run even if she wanted to.
"Look at all those empty seats," I said, running my hand over the curve of her ass. "Imagine if they were full. If all your classmates could see what a desperate little slut you are for your professor's cock."
"Marcus," she whimpered, and I brought my palm down hard on her ass cheek.
The crack echoed through the empty lecture hall.
"That's Professor Bennett to you," I corrected, soothing the red mark with my palm before spanking her again on the other side. "In this classroom, you show respect."
"Yes, Professor Bennett," she gasped. "I'm sorry, Professor Bennett."
"Good girl." I unzipped my pants, freeing my aching cock. I was so hard it hurt, precum already leaking from the tip. I dragged the head through her wetness, coating myself, and she pushed back, trying to take me in.
I gripped her hip, holding her still. "Tell me what you want."
"I want you to fuck me," she begged. "Please, Professor. I need your cock inside me. I've needed it for three days—"
I slammed into her in one brutal thrust, burying myself to the hilt.
She screamed—loud and sharp—and I immediately clamped my hand over her mouth, bending over her so my chest pressed against her back.
"What did I say about being quiet?" I hissed in her ear, not moving yet, letting her adjust to my size. Her walls fluttered around me, squeezing so tight I nearly came right then. "Anyone could walk by. The janitor makes his rounds. Security checks the building. You want them to hear you getting railed by your professor?"
She shook her head frantically, but I felt her pussy clench at the words.
"Fucking knew it," I growled, slowly pulling out until just the tip remained before driving back in. "You like the risk. You want to get caught."
I started fucking her then—hard, relentless thrusts that made the desk screech against the floor with each impact. My hand stayed firmly over her mouth, muffling her cries as I pounded into her. My other hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back so I could watch her face—eyes rolled back, tears gathering at the corners, completely wrecked.
"This what you think about during my lectures?" I grunted, my hips snapping against her ass. "Me fucking you on this desk while you're supposed to be learning about ethics and morality?"
She nodded desperately, her moans vibrating against my palm.
I released her hair and reached around to find her clit, rubbing tight circles while I fucked her. Her whole body trembled, her legs shaking so badly I had to hold her up.
"You're close," I observed, feeling her walls starting to flutter. "I can feel you squeezing my cock. You want to cum all over your professor's dick right here where everyone can see?"
Another frantic nod.
"Then cum," I commanded, pinching her clit. "Cum for me, Isla."
Her orgasm hit her like a freight train. Her entire body seized, back arching, pussy clamping down on me so hard I saw stars. I felt the rush of her release, felt her gush around my cock, soaking both of us. I had to press my hand harder over her mouth as she screamed into my palm, her cries muffled but still too loud.
I was close, so fucking close, my balls tightening as pleasure coiled at the base of my spine—
The door handle rattled.
We both froze.
My cock was still buried deep inside her, her pussy still pulsing with aftershocks. Neither of us breathed.
The handle turned. The door cracked open.