Chapter 169 Fuck Me, Professor
I surged forward, taking him in one greedy slide. He was so thick my jaw ached immediately, stretching wide. The velvet heat of him filled my mouth, the taste exploding—salt, skin, man. I moaned around him, the vibration making him hiss. I swirled my tongue under the head, tracing the ridge, flicking the slit to lap up more pre-cum. He groaned low, hand sliding into my hair, not guiding yet, just holding.
“Deeper,” he growled.
I relaxed my throat, pushed forward. He hit the back—gagged me instantly. My eyes watered, mascara already threatening to run. I pulled back, gasping, strings of spit connecting my lips to his cock. Then dove again, harder. Took more. Gagged again, louder. The wet, sloppy sounds filled the room—my mouth working him, spit dripping down my chin, onto my tits.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “Look at that messy little mouth. Taking Daddy’s cock like you were born for it.”
I hummed agreement, bobbing faster, cheeks hollowing. My throat burned, but I loved it. Loved the way he thickened on my tongue, the way his thighs tensed under my arms. I could feel my own pussy dripping down my thighs, slick and hot, clit throbbing with every gag.
He tightened his grip in my hair, took control. Started fucking my face—slow at first, shallow thrusts, then deeper. I gagged every time he bottomed out, nose buried in his trimmed hair, inhaling his scent. Tears spilled over, mascara streaking black down my cheeks. Spit ran in thick rivulets, soaking the front of my shirt, making the fabric cling to my nipples.
“You love this, don’t you?” he rasped. “Being on your knees in my office, choking on your professor’s cock while anyone could knock. You’d let me fuck your throat right here, wouldn’t you? Let me use this pretty mouth until you can’t speak.”
I moaned yes around him, the sound garbled and desperate. My hips rocked uselessly, grinding against nothing. I was so close just from this—from the stretch of my jaw, the burn in my throat, the way he growled “good girl” every time I took him deeper.
He pulled out suddenly, cock slick and shining with my spit. I whined at the loss.
“Not yet,” he said, voice strained. “You don’t get to make me come until you’ve earned it.”
He stood, hauled me up by the hair—not hard enough to hurt, just enough to make me gasp. Spun me around, bent me over the desk. My tits pressed flat against the cool wood, papers scattering. He kicked my feet wider, flipped my skirt up. Cool air hit my soaked pussy.
“Look at this,” he murmured, fingers sliding through my folds. I jolted, whimpering. “Dripping all over my floor. Such a filthy little brat.”
Two fingers plunged inside me without warning—thick, curling, hitting that spot that made my knees buckle. I cried out, loud enough I was sure someone in the hall could hear.
“Quiet,” he snapped, other hand clamping over my mouth. “Unless you want the whole department to know what a cock-hungry slut you are for your professor.”
I moaned into his palm, hips pushing back, riding his fingers. He pumped them hard, fast, thumb circling my clit. Pressure built so fast I saw stars. My thighs shook. I was right there—
He pulled out.
I sobbed against his hand.
“No,” he said softly, almost tender. “Not until I say. You come when Daddy lets you. Understand?”
I nodded frantically, tears streaming.
He stepped back, tucked himself away—still rock-hard—and adjusted his glasses like nothing happened.
“Fix the paper,” he said, voice calm again. “Bring it next week. And Lila?”
I straightened shakily, skirt falling back down, thighs slick, face a wreck—mascara-streaked, lips swollen and red, chin shiny with spit.
“Next time,” he continued, “wear something even shorter. And don’t you dare touch yourself between now and then. Save it all for Daddy.”
He opened the door a crack, checked the hall, then nodded.
I stumbled out, legs like jelly, pussy throbbing so hard I could barely walk straight. Cum—his pre-cum and my spit—still coated my tongue. I could taste him all the way back to my dorm.
And I knew one thing for sure.
Next week? I was going to be so much worse.
I was going to make him lose every last shred of control.
And when he finally snapped? I wanted him to fuck me until the desk broke.