Chapter 171 Suck Professor's Big Dick
She sucked them clean, tongue swirling, eyes locked on mine over her shoulder. The sight of her—red ass, swollen lips wrapped around my fingers, mascara already smudged from last week’s tears—made my control fray.
I unbuckled my belt, zipper loud in the silence. My cock sprang free, heavy and leaking, the head slick with pre-cum. I fisted it once, twice, spreading the wetness, then pressed the tip against her entrance. She whimpered, pushing back, trying to take me.
“Not yet,” I said, teasing her slit with the head, coating myself in her slick. “You want Daddy’s cock? Beg for it. Tell me how bad you need it.”
“Please,” she gasped. “Please, Daddy, fuck me. I need it so bad. Need you to stretch me, fill me, make me yours. I’ll be good, I swear—just fuck me—”
I thrust in one hard stroke, burying myself to the hilt. She cried out, sharp and desperate, her walls clamping down so tight I saw stars. Fuck, she was hot—velvet and wet and so fucking tight. I held still for a second, letting her feel every inch, letting her adjust to the stretch.
“Feel that?” I rasped, pulling back slow, then slamming in again. “That’s Daddy claiming what’s his. This pussy belongs to me now.”
She moaned, nodding, pushing back to meet every thrust. The desk creaked under us, papers sliding to the floor. I gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, fucking her deep and steady, watching my cock disappear inside her over and over. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, mixed with her muffled cries and my low groans.
I leaned over her, chest to her back, mouth at her ear. “You’re taking me so well, baby. Such a good little slut for Daddy. Look at how you grip me—like you never want me to leave.”
She shuddered, walls fluttering. She was close—I could feel it, the way she tightened around me, the way her thighs shook.
But I wasn’t done.
I pulled out suddenly, ignoring her whine of protest, and flipped her onto her back. Her legs wrapped around my waist instantly, pulling me close. I notched myself at her entrance again, teasing her clit with the head.
“Beg again,” I said. “Tell Daddy what you are.”
“I’m your naughty little pet,” she gasped, eyes glassy, lips parted. “Your slut. Your good girl when you want me to be. Please—please fuck me harder. Fill me up. Make me come on your cock—”
I slammed back in, harder this time, bottoming out with a groan. She arched off the desk, nails digging into my shoulders through my shirt. I fucked her relentlessly—deep, punishing strokes that made the desk rock, made her tits bounce under the knotted blouse. I yanked the knot free, palmed her breasts, pinching her nipples until she keened.
The door wasn’t locked anymore—I’d left it cracked when I hauled her inside, too impatient to bother. Anyone could walk by. Anyone could hear the rhythmic thud of the desk, her choked moans, my filthy praise.
And fuck if that didn’t make it hotter.
I hooked her legs over my shoulders, folding her in half, driving deeper. She screamed into her own hand, trying to stay quiet, but the sound leaked out anyway. I felt her start to pulse around me, fluttering, right on the edge.
“Come for me,” I growled. “Come on Daddy’s cock. Milk me like the greedy little thing you are.”
She shattered—hard, sudden, walls clamping down so tight I almost lost it. Her whole body shook, pussy gushing around me, slick coating my balls. I kept thrusting through it, drawing it out, making her ride the aftershocks until she was whimpering, oversensitive.
But I wasn’t done.
I pulled out, flipped her back over, and bent her across the desk again. “Not finished yet,” I said, voice rough. “Daddy’s going to fill you up. Mark you inside and out.”
I thrust back in, slower now, savoring the way she clenched around me, still fluttering from her orgasm. My balls tightened, pressure building fast. I gripped her ass—still red from the spanking—and fucked her with long, deep strokes.
“Gonna come inside this tight little pussy,” I rasped. “Gonna pump you full until it drips down your thighs. You want that? Want Daddy’s cum leaking out of you while you walk back to your dorm?”
“Yes—fuck, yes—please—”
I slammed in one last time, burying myself deep, and came with a low groan. Hot spurts flooded her, pulse after pulse, filling her until I could feel it leaking around my cock. She moaned, pushing back, milking every drop.
I stayed inside her for a long moment, catching my breath, feeling her pulse around me. Then I pulled out slowly, watching my cum drip from her swollen pussy, thick and white against her pink skin.
I smoothed her skirt down, tucked myself away, and helped her stand on shaky legs. Her face was flushed, mascara streaked, lips swollen. She looked wrecked. Perfect.
But we weren’t done.
I cupped her chin, thumb brushing her bottom lip. “You think this is over?” I murmured. “Next week, you’re coming to my house. Full weekend of lessons. And if you’re good…” I leaned in, voice dropping. “I’ll tie you up and fuck you in every room until you can’t walk straight.”
Her eyes widened, pupils blown, a fresh shiver running through her.
I kissed her then—slow, deep, tasting myself on her tongue.
When I pulled back, she looked dazed, needy, already aching for more.
“Get out of here,” I said softly. “Before someone knocks.”
She nodded, grabbed her bag with trembling hands, and slipped out the cracked door.
I watched her go, cum still dripping down her thighs, and felt my cock twitch again.
Next week couldn’t come fast enough.