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The flash of movement, the cracked open door, and the empty hallway, the night I’d jerked off in here thinking of her. And suddenly, it’s all clicking as my jaw clenches and my muscles tense. My eyes pierce into hers, and I can see the heat and the same hunger there in hers that I know is writ across mine.
“Ellie, honey-”
“I- I liked what I saw, Professor,” She says softly. Slowly, she starts to turn on the ladder, until she’s facing and looking down at me perched there above me. “Could-” She blushes bright red again, and I can feel the blood pumping my dick rock hard as I watch the way her tits rise and fall with her breath.
“Could I see it again?”
Holy shit.
“Ellie,” I say quietly, barely trusting myself to talk to her with how ready I am to bury every inch of my dick inside of her. “I think you should leave.”
The fuck I do. I don’t, really. Leave? Fuck that. I want her to stay right here, preferable with her legs spreading and my cock buried balls-deep in that tight little eighteen year old pussy. But I also have a job to think about. I have rules and consequences of breaking them to think about.
“I won’t tell anyone, Professor Martin,” she says softly, and she says it so innocently and sweetly that I literally groan out loud at how hard my cock gets when she’s says it.
“It can be our little secret,” she says with a hushed voice.
It’s so fucking wrong, but damn if hearing sweet little Ellie Thompson say shit like that doesn’t have me ready to tear those panties right off her and bury my tongue in her slit.
“Fuck, Ellie,” I growl, letting my eyes roam freely over her nubile young body.
“Do you want a better look, Professor?” She says, grinning shyly as she bites her lip. And before I can say or do anything, she slowly starts to pull up on her skirt. I groan as more and more of her creamy thighs are revealed. And when she pulls it higher still and the lacy white of her panties pulled right across her pussy comes into view, I growl.
She’s wet, and I can see it plainly there between her legs. Her panties are wet across her pussy, making them mold to every soft contour of her forbidden place.
“Is this what you were trying to see earlier in the lecture, Professor?” She says with a little grin across her lips.
“Jesus, Ellie,” I growl. I’m moving forward then, drawn to her, and confident that nothing in the fucking world could stop me now. My hands slide up from the wood of the ladder to her legs, and I feel her shiver at the contact of my hands across her soft warm skin.
I’m moving closer still, my mouth inches from her thigh and my breath hot across her skin when she moans.
And there goes the last shred of my restraint. My hands slide right put her thighs, my fingers hooking into her panties. She whimpers then, her breath coming quick as I start to pull them down over her hips. I slip them down until the soft, pink, wet lips of her perfect, barely legal pussy is revealed to me, and I growl.
Holy fuck yes.
Ellie cries out my mouth slips against her pussy. Her whole body shakes like she’s been shocked, almost falling off the ladder as her hands go to my hair and grip me tight. She tastes like sweet honey, and I groan as I bury my tongue deep in her slit as I drag her panties the rest of the way down her legs.
“Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Ohmygod!”
She’s whimpering and gasping, her hips bucking against my mouth as I lick her. My grands slide put to grab her ass, holding her to my mouth as I let my tongue curl over her clit. I reach down with one of my hands and yank my zipper down and pull my cock out, and then I’m grunting into her sweet young pussy as I stroke myself.
“It’s so good!” She moans as her body quivers beneath me, and I can taste more of her wetness pour over my tongue.
“Oh my God, Professor! Professor Martin! I- I think I’m-”
My tongue dances across her clit, and suddenly her whole body goes rigid before she suddenly screams and bucks her hips hard against my mouth.
I grab her as she stats to collapse on the ladder, catching her in my arms and bring her down and against me as she whimpers and gasps.
“Oh my God, so, so good…” she mumbles into my chest.
She gasps as I pick her up, her legs wrapping instinctively around my waist and a moan falling from her lips as I run my mouth across her neck. I’m spinning us around then, and sitting her down on the edge of my desk.
And then I’m kissing her, hard, and I know she can taste herself on my lips, but I don’t care, and if she does, she sure as shit doesn’t act like it. She’s moaning and clawing at my shirt as I reach down to the edge of her sweater and start to push it up her chest. Her full, ripe young breasts are soft and warm in my hands, and I growl as I realize she’s not even wearing a bra under it.
She pulls away from my hungry kiss to let me pull the sweater over her head, slipping it over her gingery-blonde hair and tossing it aside, before I let my eyes feast on her.
Jesus fucking Christ.
