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The door unlocks, and I shove her inside, keeping her close to me. “You’re in so much trouble, Miss Whitmore.” Honeysuckle and the botanical scent of her shampoo envelop me, deepening the lust that is making my head swim.
I spin her around, my lips covering hers while my hands squeeze her ass cheeks, pulling her tighter against my hard cock. The moan that escapes her lips is desperate and needy, which is exactly how I feel. Her arms wrap around me, digging into the fabric of my shirt as I devour her mouth.
She’s consumed me like a raging fire someone poured gasoline on. I’m crazy for this woman. And now, there’s no stopping me from taking what I want.
I’m unaware of anything except the honeysuckle smell of her, her soft lips beneath mine that open, allowing me to taste the coffee and the spearmint gum she had during class, and the way her soft curves fit perfectly against my hard body. I press myself between her legs, grateful she’s wearing a short skirt, but cursing the clothing that separates us.
Releasing her decadent mouth, my breathing is ragged as I take in her flushed face and the desire brimming in her mocha eyes. She was naughty in class today, pushing my buttons, and now I know why. She even stomped up to me afterward and accused me of not grading her assignment fairly.
“You were a bad girl today, Ms. Whitmore.” I straighten, unfastening my pants and tugging them down as I list her offenses. “Disrupting class. Staring at me with fuck me eyes, distracting the hell out of me. Accusing your professor of altering your answers and giving you an unfair grade—”
“Fuck me eyes, huh?”
I grin. “You’re still giving me those eyes, Miss Whitmore. As though you want me to ram my cock inside your wet pussy and pound you until you can’t see straight.”
A strangled moan leaves her lips, but she does her best to squelch it and play the game. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, professor. I’m innocent.” She bats her eyes at me.
Rolling my eyes, I push her to her knees. “Shut up and suck my cock.”
I shove my dick in her mouth, preventing her from saying another word. Her eyes widen as I push my length further into her mouth. “Fuck, bellissima.” My hand cups her jaw, memorizing this view of her with her mouth full of my dick. “You look so fucking gorgeous with my cock in your mouth.”
She uses her tongue to cushion my cock, her lips tightening around me as she sucks me hard and deep. My hands fist in her hair, my control slipping as she moans around my dick. Saliva pools at the corners of her mouth, dripping from her chin. “Oh, Miss Whitmore. You suck my cock so good.”
Mocha eyes glow from being praised.
My bellissima pulls my cock from her mouth, looking up at me. “We shouldn’t be doing this, Professor Whitmore.” She shoves my cock deeper into her mouth, taking me to the back of her throat before pulling it out so she can breathe. “It’s wrong. Dirty.”
“So fucking wrong and dirty.” Fisting her hair, I shove my dick inside her mouth again. Tilting my head down, I smirk at her. “The way you suck my cock suggests you like it.”
She nods, her eyes full of fire. “I love it, Professor Whitmore.” She licks the head of my cock, her eyes on mine. “Mostly, I just like being yours.” She grabs the base, shoving my dick deep inside her mouth, taking me to the back of her throat.
Fuck me.
Her words and actions make me feral. I lose control of myself, thrusting in and out of her mouth hard and fast before I shove myself down her throat and hold myself there until the tears pool in her eyes and run down her face.
“Such a good fucking girl,” I hiss. “But it still doesn’t make up for all the bad things you did in class, Miss Whitmore.”
Pulling my cock from her mouth, she whines. I toe off my shoes, stepping from my pants and boxers, before lifting her from her knees and into my arms, carrying her to the desk.
Setting her onto her feet, I nod at my desk. “Bend over and put your hands behind your back. It’s time you were punished for being a naughty student.”
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WORTH EVERY RISK
Evan
Her hand lifts to wipe her face, but I grab her wrist, stopping her. “No. Leave your face a fucking mess, bellissima. Bend over and put your hands behind your back, Miss Whitmore.”
She groans and finally does as I instruct, crossing her hands behind her back. She wiggles her ass at me, and I slap it, knowing she’s trying to tempt me to bury my face in it. But there will be time for that later.
Lifting her skirt, I groan when I see she’s not wearing any panties. Once again, anger mixes with lust. The thought of anyone seeing what’s mine drives me insane.
“You’ve been very bad, Miss Whitmore. Bad girls must be taught a lesson.” I leave her there, grabbing the belt from my pants. When I return, I lean over and whisper a safe word in her ear. She nods in understanding, but I make her repeat it.
Looking over her shoulder at me, she gives me a sexy grin. “I won’t need it. I like being punished by you, Professor W.”
I smirk. “We’ll see how much you like it.” Then I bring the belt down on her ass, spanking her. She jolts, unclasping her hands, but I grab them. “Nuh-uh. I told you to keep them clasped behind your back.” I lightly rub over her red skin. “Look at this gorgeous fucking ass. Marked by me.” I lean over her, whispering in her ear. “Every inch of you belongs to me.”
