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He pops his fingers out of me and straightens, pulling the damp tie from my mouth and stuffing it back in his pocket.
“Don’t worry, muse. My hand will keep you quiet this time. Now bend over.”
“I need to get to class?—”
Saint spins me, pushing my back down so my bare breasts are pressed against the desk. “You should’ve thought about that before you spread your legs for me. I’m not leaving until I come inside this sweet pussy.”
The clink of his belt unfastening echoes in the office, followed by the purr of his zipper descending. With one hand, he keeps my wrists pinned to my back. With the other, he guides his erection to my entrance.
“Don’t let them hear you getting fucked, Professor,” he warns before he slams inside me.
I gasp and bite down hard on my lip to suppress my moans, tasting copper.
He keeps my wrists pinned behind my back and brings his other hand around to muffle my moans with his hand. I groan into his palm, my breasts squeaking against the desk with every hard thrust.
Low groans reverberate from his throat. He’s far too vocal for public sex.
I wriggle free of his hand on my mouth. “You’re going to get us caught,” I hiss.
“Then stop clenching your pussy on my cock.”
“I’m not!”
He lets out a louder groan then, and I’m certain we’re going to be discovered any second.
“Saint!” I warn. “If we get caught, you’ll get me fired.”
His brows furrow as he continues fucking me. “I’m not forcing my cock inside you. You welcomed me in. It won’t be my fault if you get fired—I’m just your impressionable student.” He leans down to whisper in my ear, his cock hitting deeper with the new angle. “And if you get fired, I’ll just have to whisk you away to Nicholson Manor forever.”
I grit my teeth. “Asshole.” He knew exactly what he was doing when he entered my office this morning.
His thrusts turn punishing at the insult, pain mixing with the pleasure as his thick cock stretches me.
Part of me wants to tell him to stop, that this stretch is too much, that his hand is doing a shitty job of masking the moans escaping past my lips. But I can’t find the words, too desperate to come to care about anything else.
His hand barely muffles my cries as his cock drives me over the edge, sending me tumbling down into the pits of pleasure.
“Fuck,” he hisses, collapsing on top of me, and riding out my orgasm with every thrust until he slams into me so hard, my vision flickers. “Fuck, Briar!”
Once the final wave of pleasure has ebbed, he yanks me off the desk and shoves me to my knees.
“Open that wicked mouth.” His command is tinged with desperation as he pumps his cock in front of my face.
I obey, and he shoves his cock past my lips, coating my tongue with my own arousal before his hard length jerks. Every spurt of cum hits the back of my throat, forcing me to swallow each drop.
I wait for him to pull out so we can desperately tug our clothes back into place, but he remains still, holding my head in place and heaving. “So about that library I promised you,” he pants. “Will the library in Nicholson Manor suffice, or will you need a library all of your own?”
At last, he pulls his cock free, allowing me to speak. His salty taste lingers on my tongue and in my throat. “You promised me you would write me a library full of books.”
He chuckles. “I better get to work then.”
I tug my clothes back into place and attempt to fix my hair. “Yes, you should.” I clear my throat. “See you in class, Mr. de Haas.”
He smirks. “Did I earn my A, Professor?”
“Yes.” I shove him toward the door. “Now get out.”
My heart hammers when he opens the door, but there are no horrified faces listening in on the other side. Thank god. That was way too risky.
