“Daddy,” I pant. “Oh god…”
He adds a finger, then two, working them in with relentless precision, curling them to hit the spot inside that makes me see stars. His tongue never leaves my clit, and the combination is brutal, perfect.
I can’t help it. I grab his hair, desperate, pulling him closer as I come hard, legs squeezing around his head. I cry out, notcaring who hears, and he keeps going, keeps licking until the aftershocks have me panting and pleading.
When he finally stands, his chin is slick with me. He wipes it with the back of his hand, then kisses me hard, letting me taste myself on his lips.
“I want you so bad,” he says, voice ragged. “But I can’t risk it here. Not now.”
I nod, but I’m already undoing his belt, wanting to feel him, needing to finish what he started.
He laughs, a real laugh, and helps me. In seconds, his cock is out—hard, flushed, leaking—and he strokes the massive length, slow and teasing.
“Turn around,” he says, and I do, bracing my hands against the desk, skirt bunched around my waist, flashing my wet pussy at him. I even wiggle my hips, trying to tempt the handsome man.
“Put it in, Professor,” I coo over my shoulder. “Make me work for it. Make me earn that A.”
Liam chuckles harshly and drags the head of his cock through my wetness, pressing just inside, then pulls back. He does this over and over, making me whine, until I’m shaking.
“You want it?” he asks. “Your cunt’s certainly wet enough to take a huge dick.”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Please.”
He pushes in, slow and steady, stretching me, filling me until I can’t breathe. He sets a punishing rhythm, every thrust driving me forward, my cheek pressed to the cool desktop, hands clawing at the slick laminate.
He leans over me, chest to my back, and bites my shoulder through my sweater. “You’re mine,” he growls. “Nobody else’s.”
I believe it. I want it. I would let him do anything to me.
He reaches around, fingers rubbing my clit in tight, fast circles, and I come again, this time harder, almost blacking out from the intensity. He fucks me through it, pace rough, until he’s about to finish.
“Oh shit,” Liam pants, his balls rising as his come shoot begins to pulse. “You’re so tight, baby. Your horny pussy always does this to me. Oh shit oh shit oh shit!”
He pulls out just in time, spilling hot and wet all over my ass and thighs, painting me with the sticky flood of his jizz.
“Fuck!” he bites out, spraying directly at my pussy as I moan and hold myself open for him.
“Yes, put it in here, Daddy,” I coo breathlessly. “I love getting your jizz in my fertile teen pussy where it belongs. Mmmmm.”
The words only make him come harder, the jets of his sperm pulsing powerfully from that thick firehose as they splash against me, creamy and hot.
“Fuck!” he bites out again. “Shit shit shit!”
My dirty professor comes for what feels like an eternity, letting out a gallon of come against my ivory backside. I love every part of it, cooing and praising him through his relentless climax. Finally, Liam collapses against me, breath harsh, and for a second neither of us can move.
Then there’s a knock at the door.
My heart stops. I jerk upright, yanking my skirt down and grabbing for my panties. Of course, my legs and thighs are slick with his jism, but it won’t be immediately apparent. Liam’s hand is still on my hip, but he lets go, steps back, tucking himself away with frantic efficiency.
“Occupied!” he calls, voice almost steady.
We scramble—me fixing my hair, him smoothing his jacket—just as the door handle jiggles.
“Library closes in ten,” says a voice. “You have to clear out.”
I bite back a laugh, the tension breaking all at once. Liam looks at me, hair wild and cheeks flushed, and we both start giggling, unable to stop.
He pulls me into his arms, hugs me tight, and kisses my forehead. “We can’t do this again,” he says in a low tone. “Not here.”