“What would he think when he finds out that Professor Reynolds caught you fucking someone on his desk?” He pushed a finger into my pussy, thrusting it in and out of me deliciously.
“What about when I tell him that instead of listening to me talk about business, you decided to send me a whole folder of your naughty little pictures?”
My pussy pulsed, and I grasped on to the table harder, trying to keep my breathing steady.
He pressed his lips against my ear, sucking the skin. “He wouldn’t like that, would he?” When I didn’t say a word, he curled his hand around my neck and pulled me toward him. “Would he?”
“No,” I breathed out, my heart pounding in my chest.
I gazed out the door window, watching people walk by in the halls. No, there wasn’t a class in here after … but people loved to study in the empty classrooms. And … I had no doubt that someone would glance into this one, hoping to find an empty classroom but finding Mr. Williams thrusting his fingers into my tight, wet pussy instead.
“We have to stop,” I breathed out. “We … we can’t …”
“Do you want your father finding out?” he asked in my ear. “About everything?”
I furrowed my brows and shook my head, heart racing in my chest. “No.”
“No, you don’t.” He tugged on my hair, fingers still moving fast inside of me. “That’s why you’re going to take off your pants, sit on this desk, and spread your legs wide for me.”
After pulling his hand out of my pants and releasing my hair, he stepped back and stared at me. “Now.”
I took a deep breath, peeking back at the window again, and pulled down my pants. “Please, Mr. Williams, make it quick.”
“You deserve more than just a quickie,” he said. When I took off my pants and stood awkwardly in front of him, he gestured to the table. “Sit and spread your legs.”
My heart raced in my chest at the thought of being caught, but I hopped up onto the desk, my button-up shirt falling open just a bit. And then I reluctantly spread my legs.
He stared at my wet pussy, his eyes darkening. “Wider.”
I spread my legs wider, placing my feet on the desk. He sauntered over to me, tugged my hips closer to the edge of the desk, and placed his hands on the backs of my thighs, holding them up into the air.
He unbuttoned his pants and pressed his hard cock against my entrance, teasing it.
“Mr. Williams,” I breathed out, staring up at him. “Mr. Williams, I don’t think-”
He plunged his cock inside of me, and my pussy immediately tightened around him. A wave of pleasure rolled through my body.
“Hold your legs,” he said.
I curled my arms under my thighs, spreading them further for him.
God, this was so wrong.
He rubbed his fingers against my clit in rough, rhythmic circles. The sheer pressure of his cock inside of me was already driving me crazy.
Every time he pumped it in and out of me, the pleasure rose in my core. I grasped his arms, my legs falling onto his shoulders. He grasped my waist, squeezing tightly and using my body to thrust harder and deeper into my tight pussy.
He trailed one hand up my body and wrapped it around the front of my neck. “How does it feel, Mila?” he asked me. I drew my brows together, lips parting, and let out a small moan. “To feel absolutely powerless?”
His fingers continued to move in small, torturous circles. I clenched hard on his cock, and he squeezed my neck. I grabbed his wrist, pulling on it gently but not enough to actually pull it off.
“It … it feels …”
His fingers moved faster, and my legs began to tremble against his shoulders.
“How does it feel?” he asked, staring directly at me. He thrust harder into me as my pussy pulsed over and over on him. “Like you want to scream for me?”
I furrowed my brows together, tingles running up and down my entire body. The orgasm didn’t stop. It continued for nearly an entire minute. Wave after wave of pleasure was running to my core.
I parted my lips to moan, my back arching hard, and screamed his name instead.
He slowed his pace until he stilled inside of me, eyes closing when I clenched hard on him. Then, he pulled out of me and came on my pussy lips. Claiming my pussy as his.
My breath caught in my throat, and I hopped off of the desk, hurrying to get my pants on because someone definitely heard me scream and they would be in here to ask us about it within the next few minutes.
When I dressed myself, reluctantly pulling my underwear up my thighs and ruining them with Mr. Williams’s cum, he cleared his throat.
“I talked to Professor Reynolds,” Mr. Williams said.
I huffed deeply through my nose, trying to cool my flushed cheeks. “What did you tell him? That I should fail for the semester for not giving you my full attention during your stupid lecture?”
“For every hour you spend interning under me at CloseNet Engineering, he’ll give you half a point extra credit on your final exam.” He shoved his hands into his pockets, eyes flickering down my body. “And by your exam scores, you need it.”
My jaw nearly fell open. A half a point extra credit? I could finally get an A on one of his exams and bring my grade up enough to not have Dad question if I was spending too much time with Everett instead of studying for class.
He held his hand up before I could nod my head. “You start on Monday. Six a. m. Every minute you’re late, you stay an hour later.”
“I didn’t even agree.”
“You don’t have to agree. I’ve made the decision for you. If you decide to disobey me”-his lips curled into a smirk-“you know what will happen.” He stepped closer and leaned toward me, his lips against my ear. “And when Monday morning comes around and you’re searching your closet for clothes to wear … skip the panties. You’re not going to need them, if I find out you wear any panties, I will tear them off you until you have none left”