“Nnh,” was the only noise I could make through his tight grip on my face.
I could almost feel him grinning in response, like he got some victory through my inability to speak or talk back.
And that hand on the back of my legs brushed higher, over the curve of my ass and under my bunched skirt. Toned fingers hooked into the waistband of my tights and underwear and yanked both down in one swift motion. My chest slammed onto the desk as my elbows gave out, and my professor fell with me.
His speed and furiousness were devastating. He wasn’t gentle or delicate in his touch. It was meant to be brutal, punishing for some sin I couldn’t recall committing.
The hand on my face dropped to collar my throat. My face heated and my eyes rolled back, feeling his thumb brush over my racing pulse. His other hand worked to yank open his trousers. My nails scraped over the papers on the desk, scattering them.
Teeth sank into my neck.
His cock slammed into my throbbing cunt.
A keening moan ripped from me.
The sound he made was beastly.
“You take what I give you so well,” he praised.
Before I could orient myself to his girth splitting me apart, he withdrew and rammed in again. A shuddered exhale helped me accommodate his size, and he easily inched himself deeper. He pounded into me, rocking my body and causing my hips to slam into the edge of the desk.
I’d be bruised in the morning.
I didn’t care.
His chest was flush with my spine, he was moaning into the side of my neck, and each drag of his cock made me wild. Semi-slow at first, giving me a slight chance to join the flow. Not for long as our hips matched the pace he set, and my confidence grew.
“Fuuuuck,” he growled, “you feel so damn good for me.” A harsh slam made me especially dizzy. “This cunt is mine now, sweetheart. No one else is ever going to fuck you again.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I sputtered in reply. A slew of baseless promises. He didn’t mean it. Dirty talk used in the heat of the moment, and nothing more. The passionate exchange of lovers having fantastic sex. It meant nothing.
“Only me. Only me.” His ragged breaths sawed out of him. “Mine—fuck—you’re mine.”
It didn’t feel likenothing.
His other hand dropped to my waist, fingers digging into my skin as he fucked me harder and faster. The slap of our bodies joining echoed through his office, and I’d completely forgotten we were on campus property. The thought only intensified the fluttering between my thighs and the flood of arousal leaking out with each thrust of his cock.
“Yes! Pl-please, more… more!”
Professor Quinn didn’t give me a chance to inhale before he was slamming me into oblivion. Even the heavy wooden desk rattled, scooting across the floor as he ravaged me. I’d never been fucked so out of control and wildly, bent over his desk and mindless with lust.
“Is this what you wanted, hm? You like being fucked like a bratty little whore?”
My professor was fucking me so hard I almost lost my vision.
“Ye-yes. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Keep going… I’m—I’m gonna—”
“If only you could see what I do,” he drawled, tone low and deep. “This tight fucking cunt making a mess of my cock. So fucking wet and tight, and perfect—and mine.”
“Come… come… I’m—”
“Come for me. Yes, that’s it, sweetheart. Come all over my fucking cock,” he demanded.
I tightened around him as the string in my core pulled taut. “Pl-please, oh God, please—I need—”
“Say my name when you come.” His command came out breathier. He was fucking me so perfectly the bliss inside me wound tighter and tighter. Then his hand on my hip slipped around to the front, and his fingers targeted my clit.
He barely circled over the sensitive, swollen nerves before I was quaking beneath him. As much as I could, trapped between him and the desk as I was.
