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“Your husband?” the professor asks as a way to correcther.
The tone of his voice causes me to look up. I place my hand over Anya’s without breaking the eye contact with him. I pull her hand right over my swollen cock and feel the heat of her palm. She doesn’t make a move to pull away from me. She’s getting off onthis.
“Daddy,” my little Anya says. I press her hand firmly against my length as she wraps her fingers around as much of me as she can over my slacks. I grit my teeth and lean forward. “Mine.”
He looks between us, and he is embarrassed. I’m not sure if it is for him or for us. I do not care either way. I’ve had enough of him eye - fucking mybride.
“Get out,” I tell him as I stand up and pull Anya out of herchair.
“Th - this is my office,” he stammers, and he pushes his chairback.
I place Anya on the edge of his desk, and she smiles up at me. She knows exactly what she’s done to push me to this point, and I’ve fallen into hertrap.
“I’m going to fuck my angel on your desk. If you stay to watch I’ll pull out your eyes with my fingers and then shove them up yourass.”
He jumps up from his desk and looks at me with a shockedexpression.
“Lock the door on your way out,” I say, moving between my angel’sthighs.
It only takes a second before he does as I say without aword.
I push up the material of her dress and see her bare cunt glistening with wetneed.
“You did this on purpose,” I say as she leans back on thedesk.
There are papers and pens all around her, a laptop off to the side. I don’t care, though. The only thing weighing down on me is the need to fuck her before my cockexplodes.
“I don’t what you’re talking about, Daddy,” she says, biting herlip.
My angel has been placed on this earth to torture me, and only one thing will stop the ache. Only when I sink into her tight young pussy will I be forgiven of mysins.
“And?” I ask, pulling out my cock and rubbing my palm over the wet tip, dragging the cream down myshaft.
“I want you to make me remember them nexttime.”
“You act out to seek attention. Are you not getting enough?” I reach forward with my other hand and graze my rough knuckles across her soft clit. She moans and raises her hips. “I can smell your pussy fromhere.”
I inhale as she spreads her legs wider and puts her feet on the desk, opening her cunt forme.
“Pull your dress over your belly. I want to see the baby I created in you as I fuckyou.”
She does as I ask and lies back, waiting for me to takeher.
I enter her in one hard stroke. I’ve been so gentle with her lately, it’s a welcome pain for both of us as I ride her hard on the woodendesk.
“Do you like telling your teachers I’m your daddy?” The thickness of my cock is being swallowed by her tiny cunt, and I grip the edge of the desk to keep from falling to myknees.
“Yes,” she moans, lost inpleasure.
“Why?” I ask, fucking her so hard against the desk one of the framed diplomas behind it falls off the wall, the glass shattering on thefloor.
“Because I like seeing the look on their faces,” Anya confesses as her pussy clenches inresponse.
“When the word ‘daddy’ spills from your lips, it gets their cocks hard. All they can think about is having you on their laps and praying you won’t tell as their hand slips up yourskirt.”
“Daddy.” Her moan is soft, and I grip herthighs.
“Louder. I want him to hear you say it. He’s standing right outside that door, begging for a taste of something he’ll neverhave.”
