Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15350 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 77(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15350 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 77(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
“I…I’m sorry, Professor. I didn’t mean to distract you,” she says with fake apology in her voice and a smirk on her face.
“Are you?” I ask, running my hand down her spine and over her ass. I flip her skirt up, pushing closer to her. “Tell me that this isn’t exactly what you wanted, then. Tell me you were listening and taking notes like a good student and not picturing getting fucked over a desk by your Professor.”
Emma bites her lip, lashes fluttering. “I can’t,” she admits, wiggling her hips against me. “You’re right. I was thinking about this. About you punishing me for not listening, showing me who’s in charge, fucking me until I promise to study more. Thinking about everything I want you to do to me. What I want to do to you…”
My control snaps. I grab her tights in my fist and rip, tearing a hole in the center of them. Emma gasps, arching her back as I cup her over her panties, finding her wet.
“Fuck, gorgeous,” I breathe, “You drive me insane.”
She nods, hair falling in her face. “The feeling is mutual,” she tells me, her gaze dropping to my crotch. “Teach me a lesson, Professor Page.”
Who the hell am I to deny her?
Her panties are little lacy things, and they put up no resistance when I tear them at the side. I slip them off her and tuck them in my pocket as Emma gapes at me in shock.
“Spread your legs and hold onto the edge of the desk,” I order her, and she scrambles to obey as I shove my pants down just enough to free my cock. I grip her hips as I run the head of my cock through her wetness, teasing us both. She shudders, whimpering as I hold her still.
“Such a good little student,” I praise as I press inside her. Emma moans, her face pressed against the wood as she takes me. She pushes up on her tiptoes, pushing back against me to take every inch, gasping as she does.
“Oh God,” she whimpers as I pull back and thrust in again, setting a fast pace that has the desk shaking and Emma’s nails clicking off the wood as she holds on.
“Fuck, Emma, you take me so well,” I groan, pleasure shooting up my spine. Her brows are furrowed and her mouth parted in bliss, her head turned to the side so she can watch what I’m doing to her.
Despite the fact there’s no cameras, and I locked the door, we can’t be in here for long. We can’t afford to get caught but fuck, I want to draw this out, to stay here with her, to never let her go. I want to make her scream my name in every possible way, want to touch and taste and fuck until we’re both exhausted. Then I want to take care of her, shower with her, sleep with her in my arms.
Fuck the Dean and fuck the rules. I want more than just stolen moments with her. I want everything.
The thought has me feral. I pound into her, slipping one hand between her and the edge of the desk to play with her clit. Emma moans again, louder this time, and I know I should try to keep us quiet, I know I shouldn’t answer her and tell her what a good fucking girl she is for her professor, but I do because in this moment, nothing exists except me and her and this moment.
“Oliver,” Emma gasps, slipping from my title to my name as she nears her orgasm. “Oh…God…I’m so close.”
“Give it to me, Emma,” I practically growl. She’s squeezes my cock as she starts to come, and I curse, dropping one hand to the table to brace myself. “That’s it, fuck…come all over your professor’s cock.”
Her cries are muffled by the desk as she screams my name, and I groan hers as I follow her over the edge, thrusting deep inside her as I fill her up.
After I catch my breath, I quickly tuck myself away and scoop Emma up in my arms, carrying her over to the seat she was in during the lecture, I settle her on my lap, testing our luck a little more as I hold her close.
“I want more than this,” I admit to her, smoothing her hair away from her face. “More than sneaking around and pretending we don’t know each other in public. I want something real with you, Emma.”
She blinks up at me, still a little breathless. “I want that, too,” she whispers, resting her head on my shoulder. She pauses for a moment, then adds, “I’m going on a trip in the break to my family’s home in Scotland. You should come with me. Nobody would know us there. We could just be…normal.”