"Fuck..." I moaned as his lips brushed against mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth and stealing the air from my lungs. My fingers clutched at his shoulders as my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer.

"Fuck, you taste so good," he murmured against my lips, his voice rough with desire.

Before I could catch my breath, he carried me toward the couch. My back hit the cushions softly as he lowered me down. He flipped my dress up impatiently, his eyes dark with hunger.

"Fuck... you're making me hard," he groaned.

His hands slid between my thighs. The sudden contact made my breath hitch as a shiver ran down my spine. My fingers gripped the couch cushions as he rubbed slow circles over me, sending sparks of heat through my body.

"Mmm... fuck..." I moaned, my hips lifting slightly into his touch as pleasure spread through me. My body trembled under his hands.

He unbuckled his trousers and pulled them down, revealing his thick erection. My breath caught in my throat and my eyes widened.

"Don't tell me that's going into me," I whispered nervously.

"It's okay, Miss Harrison," he said softly, his voice low and reassuring. "I'm not going to hurt you."

He turned me over gently, pulling my hips toward him. My hands pressed against the couch as he lifted me slightly, positioning himself behind me. My breath came out in short gasps as I felt him press against me.

Slowly, he pushed inside.

A sharp gasp escaped my lips as my back arched instinctively. My fingers curled into the couch as my body struggled to adjust to the sudden stretch.

"Fuck!" I cried out, throwing my head back.

"Shh... relax," he murmured.

He began moving slowly, each thrust sending waves of sensation through my body. My breath grew uneven, soft moans slipping past my lips as warmth spread deep in my stomach.

"You feel so warm," he groaned.

His pace quickened slightly, the couch creaking beneath us as my body rocked with every movement. My chest pressed against the cushions while my nails scraped against the fabric.

He grabbed my hair and gently pulled my head back, exposing my neck.

"You've got a perfect ass," he muttered breathlessly.

A gasp escaped me as he slapped my ass lightly. The sting sent a jolt of heat through my body, making my toes curl.

"Fuck... fuck me, Professor Dickson," I moaned, my voice trembling as pleasure built inside me. My legs shook slightly as my body reacted to every thrust.

"Naughty girl," he growled. "I'm going to fill you up with my cum."

His movements became deeper and faster. My body bounced with each thrust as waves of pleasure rolled through me, making it difficult to think straight.

"Ahh..." I moaned loudly, my fingers gripping the couch as my entire body trembled.

He pushed deeper, spreading my legs wider as he continued moving inside me. My breath came out in ragged gasps as my body tightened around him.

"I'm going to cum..." he groaned.

"Ahh... fuck..." I cried, my voice shaking as my body reacted, heat rushing through my veins and making my muscles tense.

His hands rolled my nipples between his fingers, sending sharp jolts of pleasure through my chest. My head fell back as a breathy moan escaped my lips.

"Fuck... more..." I gasped, my fingers tightening in Professor Dickson's hair as he kept plunging into me.

My whole body trembled beneath him. Each thrust pushed deeper than the last, making my toes curl and my stomach twist with growing heat.

"Fuck..." he groaned hoarsely, his grip tightening on my waist as his hips slammed harder into mine.

My breath came out in shaky gasps as the couch creaked beneath us. The rhythm of his thrusts sent waves of pleasure rushing through my body, making it impossible to stay still.

"You better cum when I tell you to," he warned darkly, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back so my back arched against him. "Don't you dare cum without my permission. I'll punish you for that."

A shiver ran down my spine at his words. My heart pounded wildly as his cock continued driving into me.

He trapped his cock between my thighs for a moment, the tip brushing against my sensitive clit as he rubbed slow circles there.

"Ahh... fuck..." I whimpered breathlessly as my legs trembled uncontrollably.

"You love that, don't you?" he murmured roughly, his voice thick with lust as he kept rubbing me.

My fingers clawed at the couch cushions, my hips lifting instinctively toward his touch.

"You little slut," he breathed against my ear, his breath hot against my skin.

My body jolted as he suddenly pushed back inside me again. I gasped loudly, my back arching as the stretch made my muscles tighten around him.

"Ohhh... fuck..." I cried, my voice shaking as he filled me completely.

His pace became relentless. The sound of skin slapping filled the room as he thrust into me over and over again.

"Yes... Professor Dickson..." I moaned, rocking my hips back against him.

I pushed myself up slightly and began bouncing my ass against his cock, taking control of the rhythm. The motion made his cock slide deeper inside me, dragging against every sensitive spot.

"Fuck... fuck!" he groaned loudly as my tight walls squeezed around him.

His hands gripped my hips harder, guiding my movements as I rode him faster. My breathing grew uneven, my chest rising and falling rapidly.

"God... you're so good," he panted, slapping my bouncing ass.

The sharp sting sent a rush of heat through my body, making me gasp.

I kept moving, bouncing harder and faster on his cock while staring down at his fully buried length inside me.

My body felt like it was burning from the inside out.

"Look at you," he muttered breathlessly. "Taking every inch."

His hands slid up my body again, squeezing my breasts while his fingers rolled my nipples once more.

"Your tits are so soft," he rasped, kneading them roughly.

"Ahh..." I moaned weakly, my body shaking as another wave of pleasure rushed through me.

"Ohhh... fuck... look at that body," he groaned. "Keep riding that cock."

"Yes, Professor Dickson" I replied breathlessly, my voice trembling as I continued bouncing against him.

I pushed back harder, letting his cock slide all the way inside me. My legs trembled from the effort, but I didn't stop.

"Fuck!" we both moaned at the same time.

My ass wiggled against his cock as my tight walls squeezed around him again and again.

"Fucking hell... I'm going to cum," he growled, his thrusts becoming faster and rougher.

Suddenly his body tensed. His hips slammed hard into me one last time as he exploded inside me.

My body jolted at the sudden warmth filling me. My breath caught in my throat as I felt his cock twitch deep inside me.

His half-hard cock slowly slipped out of me, his cum leaking from my pussy as both of us struggled to catch our breath.

Completely exhausted, we both fell back onto the couch, our chests rising and falling heavily.

The rays of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, warming my face. I blinked slowly as my eyes fluttered open. For a moment I simply stared at the ceiling, my mind still foggy with sleep.

My gaze drifted around the room, confusion settling over me as I realized something was wrong.

This wasn't my room.

My heart skipped a beat as memories from last night rushed back into my mind all at once.

I sat up quickly, the sheets sliding down my body as realization hit me. I was in Professor Dickson's room.

"Oh my God..." I whispered under my breath.

I grabbed my phone from the bedside table and checked the time.

8:30 a.m.

My eyes widened instantly.

"Shit!" I gasped, jumping out of bed. "I'm going to miss my practicals!"

My heartbeat sped up as panic rushed through me. I quickly scanned the room and noticed some clothes neatly folded on a chair near the bed.

They were my clothes from last night.

"How did he even bring these here?" I muttered to myself, shaking my head.

There was no time to think about it.

I quickly pulled on my clothes, my fingers fumbling slightly as I rushed. Once I was dressed, I hurried out of the room and down the road toward the school building.

By the time I arrived, my breathing had become uneven from rushing.

I walked straight to the practical room, pushing the door open nervously.

But the room was empty.

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Where is everyone?" I murmured, glancing around the silent classroom.

For a moment I stood there alone, my thoughts racing.

Did the class already finish?

Was I too late?

Before I could figure it out, footsteps echoed behind me.

"The practical has been cancelled."

The deep voice made me jump slightly.

I turned around quickly.

Professor Dickson stood in the doorway, his arms crossed casually while a faint smirk rested on his lips.

"Cancelled?" I repeated, frowning slightly.

"Yes," he replied calmly. "I cancelled the practical."

My eyes widened in surprise.

"You did?" I asked, stepping a little closer.

He walked further into the room, his gaze lingering on me.

"I did it for you," he added quietly.

My brows knitted together in confusion.

"For me?" I questioned.

He leaned slightly against the table, watching me carefully.

"When I woke up this morning, you were still asleep," he explained. "I knew if I left you there, you would end up missing the practical."

A small smile tugged at my lips.

"So you cancelled it?"

He nodded slowly.

"Yes."

I exhaled softly, relief washing over me.

"Thank God," I murmured. "I thought I was really going to miss it."

He stepped closer to me, his eyes darkening slightly.

"Aren't you going to thank me?" he asked.

My lips curved into a small playful smile.

"Thank you, Professor Dickson," I replied.

His gaze lingered on my face before slowly drifting down my body. The look in his eyes made my stomach tighten slightly.

"So," he continued, his voice lowering a little, "how exactly are you planning to thank me?"

I tilted my head slightly, curiosity dancing in my eyes.

"What do you want?" I asked softly.

A slow grin spread across his face.

"I want you to bend over that table," he murmured, pointing toward the desk behind me.

My pulse quickened instantly at his words.

"And let me have you before school starts."

Heat rushed to my cheeks, but instead of resisting, a thrill ran down my spine.

"Gladly," I breathed.

Before he could react, I stepped forward and grabbed his shirt, pulling him toward me.

Our lips crashed together instantly.

The kiss was rough and hungry. My fingers curled into his shirt while his hands gripped my waist tightly, pulling my body against his.

My heart pounded wildly in my chest as heat spread through my body.

His hands pushed deeper into my thighs as he leaned over me, his breath hot against my neck. The sudden movement made a sharp gasp escape my lips as pleasure shot through my body.

"Fuck... you're so tight," he groaned roughly, his voice low with desire.

My fingers tightened around his shoulders as he kept moving inside me. My whole body trembled with each deep thrust, my breathing growing uneven.

"Ahh..." I cried softly, my head falling back against the couch.

He grabbed my hips firmly and pushed harder, making the couch creak beneath us.

"You like that, don't you?" he murmured against my ear.

A shiver ran through me as his voice sent warmth spreading through my chest.

"Don't stop," I breathed, my fingers digging into his back.

He suddenly pulled out of me, making me whimper from the sudden emptiness.

"Get on your knees," he ordered firmly.

I quickly obeyed, climbing onto the couch and leaning forward slightly. My heart pounded in my chest as I felt his hands gripping my waist again.

Without warning, he pushed back inside me.

"Fuck!" I gasped loudly, my body jerking forward as he filled me again.

His grip tightened on my hips as he began thrusting harder. The force of his movements made my body rock forward with every push.

"Oh God..." I moaned, my fingers clutching the cushions.

"Look at you," he growled. "Taking every inch."

His hand suddenly came down on my ass with a sharp smack.

The sting sent a wave of heat through my body, making my legs tremble.

"Ahh!" I cried, my back arching instinctively.

"You're such a mess," he muttered breathlessly.

His thrusts became faster, harder. The sound of our bodies moving together echoed in the room as the couch shifted slightly beneath us.

My breathing became ragged, my chest rising and falling quickly as pleasure built inside me.

"Professor..." I gasped, my voice shaking.

"Yes," he groaned behind me, his hands gripping my hips even tighter.

"I'm close," I whispered breathlessly.

He leaned forward slightly, his chest pressing against my back as he kept thrusting.

"Not yet," he rasped.

His fingers slid over my body, grabbing my breast and squeezing roughly.

The sudden touch made another moan escape my lips.

My body felt like it was on fire. Every nerve in my body seemed to spark with heat as he kept moving inside me.

"Fuck... you feel incredible," he groaned.

My legs trembled beneath me as pleasure built faster and faster.

"I can't..." I gasped.

"Yes, you can," he breathed.

His thrusts suddenly became deeper, pushing me forward against the couch again.

"Oh God...!" I cried out.

"Fuck... I'm going to cum," he groaned hoarsely.

My body tightened as waves of pleasure rushed through me.

"Ahh..." I moaned weakly, my fingers gripping the cushions tightly.

With one final thrust, his body tensed.

"Fuck!" he groaned as he climaxed.

I felt the warmth spread through me as his breathing became heavy.

Slowly, he pulled out and collapsed beside me on the couch.

Both of us lay there for a moment, trying to catch our breath.

My chest rose and fell rapidly as the room fell into silence again.

"Pour me your strongest alcohol." I said to the bartender as his eyes widened with surprise. My fingers tapped impatiently on the counter while the loud music in the bar thumped against my ears.

"You have drank up to five bottles and you want another bottle," he said.

I leaned forward slightly, my head spinning a little from the alcohol already running through my veins.

"Do your job and pour me another alcohol," I said as I passed him the cup.

"Did you lose your job or something?" he cut in.

A bitter laugh escaped my lips as I ran a hand through my hair.

"Course... I found out my fiancee was cheating on me with a hot television host," I said as he passed the drink.

The glass felt cold in my hand as I lifted it.

"Uh... I'm sorry," he said as I gulped down the alcohol.

The liquid burned down my throat, making me cough slightly.

"Sorry?" I chuckled. My shoulders lifted in a careless shrug. "There's no need to be sorry. I broke off the engagement. He can have the hot actress, or television host, or whatever," I scoffed.

I turned to my right and noticed a strange man in black staring at me. His aura was calm and his stare sent shivers down my spine. A strange chill ran through my body as our eyes met.

I gulped and walked towards him, my heels clicking softly on the floor.

"Why are you staring at me?" I asked.

A smile formed on his face but he didn't answer. His calm expression made my chest tighten slightly.

"Are you mute? Can't you talk?" I asked.

"Did your boyfriend cheat on you Miss Greene?" he asked.

My eyes darkened as I stepped closer to him, my head felt hazy.

"How do you know my name?" I asked.

"I know a lot about you Miss Greene," he said. "Do you want to get back at him and make him feel the same pain?" he asked.

My fingers curled slightly at my sides as anger and hurt rushed through me again.

"Yes... yes I want him to regret what he did to me and feel the same pain I'm feeling," I said.

"I know something that will make you feel good," he said.

"What?" I asked, leaning closer.

"Follow me," he said as he stood up with a smile and walked out of the bar. I staggered behind him, trying to steady myself.

His car was parked opposite the bar. The cool night air brushed against my skin as we walked toward it.

He opened the door for me as I sat in the car. The leather seat felt cold against my legs. He entered and locked the door behind us.

"What can you do to make me feel good?" I asked.

Before I could say another word he dragged me closer and planted a soft kiss on my lips. My eyes furrowed as our lips crashed into each other. My breath caught slightly in my throat.

I didn't stop him.

I wanted more of him.

He carried me on his laps as he squeezed my ass. My hands dug into his hair as we ate our lips out, his bottom lip sucking mine. My heart pounded hard in my chest.

A moan escaped from my lips as he grabbed my ass tightly. My fingers tightened in his hair as my body reacted to his touch.

His hands found my breasts as he squeezed them hard. Another moan escaped from my mouth as I gasped, my back arching slightly.

I didn't know what I was doing, feeling a stranger in his car, but it felt so good.

His hands grabbed my breasts tightly as he squeezed them again. He took my nipple into his mouth as he bit it with his teeth.

"Fuck..." I moaned as I grinded my hips against his leg.

"You're horny already?" he asked.

His tongue circled my breast as he sucked it harder. My breathing grew heavier as my fingers clutched his shoulders.

His hand slid inside my panties and he thrust his finger inside my pussy.

"Fuck..." I bit down on my lips as his fingers moved in and out of me.

"You like that Miss Thorne?" he asked as he kept thrusting his finger in, making me go crazy.

He circled my clit with his thumb and kept thrusting in.

He removed his fingers and unzipped his trousers, revealing his monster cock.

"Sit on it and ride it like your life depends on it," he said.

I stroked his hard cock in my hands and slowly lowered myself onto it. My breath caught as I felt the stretch.

A moan escaped from my lips once more.

"Fuck..." he moaned as I felt his huge length inside me.

My head dropped back and the car rocked as he held me closer.

"Oh fuck..." he moaned as I bounced on the length of his cock, moving up and down as he spread my ass.

"Oh God..." I moaned as I increased my pace and guided my waist on his cock.

"Fuck... you're so good," he moaned again as I continued riding him, going back and forth and spreading my legs for him to go deeper and bouncing on his cock.

"Fuck... I'm going to cum," he moaned.

"Cum in me," I said as I tossed my face and hummed back and forth.

"Oh... fuck..." his grip tightened on my waist.

"Fuck..." he moaned as he exploded in me, his cum trickling down my thighs as I sigh in relief.