My head drops down and I see his cock, more than half of the length is still out, and I thought I’d taken him whole.

I exhale roughly and rise up. I hiss softly as the rigid warmth slides out.

Again.

I stare up at the ceiling and hold his length, lowering my body over the huge, thick flesh, sliding into my soft, creamy walls as quickly as possible.

“Ahhh,” I gasp out loud, and my hand reaches up to his chest for support, to hold myself.

Water smears the corner of my eyes, slowly trickling down.

“You’re too huge…” I whimper through tightened lips.

“Again.”

His expression doesn’t shift as he whispers, and it irks me. He isn’t touching me, his hands remain by his sides like a price I have to earn.

How strong is he? How long is he going to stay unaffected?

I inhale and blow out a breath through my mouth, then I stand again.

I let my palm remain on his chest, the slow thudding of his heart pounding against my palm. I hold him with my left hand and prepare to go again.

It’s a fucking pure torture, and I can’t wait to have him fully. I really want to ride out this heated tension from my body.

Relax. Just free your body and try again.

Yes.

The warmth of the plump red head of his pulsing cock pushes into my moist, swollen pussy, and I push down hard on it.

Fuck.

I shut my eyes in that moment. It’s a lot. It’s too much.

I pant, each breath squeezing out of my chest with difficulty.

If the whole thing isn’t in right now, then I might just fail this course, because I can literally feel him in my throat, it’s choking.

A devilish rod indeed.

“Move,” he barks, and lands a slap on my butt.

Sharp and hot.

I jerk up, and my insides clench, tightening around him.

Fucking finally.

I move my other hand to his shoulder and arch my back, then slowly begin to grind my pussy on his shaft.

His hand slowly rubs my butt, soothing the pain.

I feel his straining, stretching inside me. My thighs quiver, my mouth opens apart, inhaling air through my mouth.

“Oh. Huh…”

I stare into his eyes as my body begins to move faster. My breasts collide with his chest, our breath mixes, my clit pulses with pressure.

Faster.

I want more.

My body bounces, his member slides out and slams back into me, hitting my core, and I groan out.

Deliciously sweet.

It melts in my heart, seeping into my veins.

It’s not enough still.

I release my hands from his neck and place them behind me, one on his knees, and I start to throw my body up and down again.

My breasts sway heavily in his face, aching, begging to be touched.

I’m too focused on chasing my pleasure when I feel him. He thrusts in sharply, a low groan vibrating in his chest.

“Yes…” I hiss.

He thrusts his hips again, and I quiver.

“Yes, professor, yeah.”

The bun on my head shakes loosely as my body jerks from his continuous pounding.

“Oh. Fuck, yes, like that… punish me, prof, yeahhh.”

I suck in a breath, moaning like a cheap slut, clenching around him greedily.

I no longer care that I’m acting shameless. The only thing I can focus on is the sharp, thick thrust inside me.

It starts getting faster. Too fucking fast.

I hear the harsh intake of his breath, it echoes in my head. The only sound from him so far.

His length keeps hitting that sweet spot repeatedly. My body swings roughly, my head drops back.

“Yeah, fuck me harder, yess, prof… yes. I need it, yeah, fuck, I’m going to cum.”

A loud wail tears from my throat. My body shakes like a boneless bag of flesh, and my cunt tightens, squeezing the life out of his length.

“Fuckkkk,” I purr, gasping out a deep breath.

My fingers dig into his thighs as my body convulses, as he jerks inside me and his semen spreads warmth in me.

Yeah. Fuck, yeah.

I moan and purr, riding out the height until my body sags down.

I exhale and sit up, meeting his now-lazy eyes and curled lips, the closest to a smile I’ve ever seen.

He’s handsome.

Kissable lips.

Drowning eyes.

Sharp jawline.

Straight nose.

Fuck. But it’s over. It’s done.

His eyes flick down to my chest, and his jaw clenches.

He clears his throat and glances back at me. “Bring your breast to my mouth. Feed me your nipple.”

Hot heat washes over me. I start to feel hot all over as I stare at him.

What kind of sick request is that? Why not lean downward and pull one into his mouth? Why do I have to feed it to him? It’s too intimate, too sexual, but yet, my nipples ache, my body melts with desire.

I look at him, right in his eyes. They’re not as cold as earlier. There’s a little warmth, a playful glint there, but still as hard as ever.

I have my score to think about. I’ve come this far to fuck it up now.

Yes. My score.

I lean forward and cup my left breast, raising it up to his face and pointing it to him.

I have very big breasts, fat hard nipples, and it’s no problem feeding him despite the distance. All the while, his cock lies nestled in my hole, little drops of slickness trickling out.

He lowers his head and opens his mouth, sucking my hard nipple in.

“Hu… hmm…” a groan vibrates in my throat. Delicious sensation swells from my nipples to my toes.

God…

I really wish I could touch him, pull him closer, but I’m too scared of his reaction.

His tongue rolls the hard bud and laps at it, sucking, licking as I hold it in my hand.

He closes his eyes, humming softly, and his hand comes up to the other breast and squeezes it.

“Ooooo,” I arch my back, pushing into him.

I grind my hips on his thighs and feel him hardening, straining and swelling in my wetness.

“Fuck, don’t stop, professor. I want you again,” I sob.

I don’t even mind that I’m now begging. The need is too great, and I can’t play it on the score anymore. I want him, to command me, to use me, fuck me.

This isn’t about him anymore. I want it too.

I fucking want it.

His other arm suddenly tightens around my waist, his fingers digging into my flesh. He grinds my butt on his length, sucking my nipple and fondling the other breast.

I can feel the wave of pleasure building up again, fast, soon. I never thought I could come again so soon, but it’s heightening.

“I’ve always known you were a bad girl,” he raises his brow, his tongue twisting my hard bud.

“Hmmm,” I moan, too gone to care.

“I noticed those sneaky glances, your heated cheeks, Rose, I’ve always known.”

The hair on my neck prickles, my mouth falls apart. I’m too shocked to function, I can’t understand.

What… how…?

He knows.

Fuck.

His arm tightens up and he jerks inside me and I groan.

“Why me?” I manage to breathe.

His brow lifts and he drops the nipple, letting it slide out through his teeth.

Fuck.

I stiffen. Then a raw, throat-gasping moan rips out of my chest.

“Ooooo, ohhhh. Fuck,”

It’s painful and sweet.

My nipple burns.

It’s red, wet, and sore.

“You aren’t like those brat bitches who think I should be theirs because their fathers are rich. You hid yours too well with fear, and that’s what I like, what I want. To bend you, to control you, to watch you explode into different colors of desire.”

He smirks and leans down, pushing the other nipple into his mouth.

I sigh.

I drop the breast in my hand and wrap both arms around his neck, pressing my chest to his face.

I don’t know what to think about this revelation. I never thought he’d know. All these years, I always thought him oblivious. If only I’d reached out earlier, would we have had a lot of time together?

I wish I’d reached out sooner.

Both his arms now wrap around me, his face tightly pressed to my breasts. He thrusts, I grind, it’s slow, like a dance.

I slip my hands into his neat blonde hair, running my fingers through it, tugging on a few strands as his thickness hits my core.

His revelation seems to have strengthened my confidence. Now I just want to do everything to please him.

His thrusts become hard and powerful, my butt bouncing in the air. My thighs press against him. He bites my nipple, teasing it with his teeth.

My heat drips onto his thighs, sticky, messy, hot. Soft, wet sounds fill the room with my pants.

My toes curl, my ears ring, I press harder into him.

“Fuck, yes… yes, yesss, fuck, ohh,”

My chest squeezes as the pleasure hits me, his cock slamming into me at the same time.

My eyes roll backward, my ears drain out every other sound.

He continues to grind into me, then groans and explodes inside me.

My insides pulses around him, greedily taking his release. My bones scream with protest, aching and tense.

I feel used and spent.

I’m wasted. I can’t go again.

He lifts me up, his rod falling out with a smooch sound. My core clenches empty air, and I feel hollow.

He turns me around, placing my hands on the table in the middle of the room. My butt hangs in the air, with his semen seeping out of my swollen hole.

“I can’t…”

The quick thrust of his huge member into my dripping hole shuts me up. My legs quiver, but his hands hold my waist firmly.

I can only pant as I hold onto the table edge for support. My breasts swing wildly as his devilish weapon pounds into me.

His length is stretching me too tight, my pussy lips are sore and tense, but I’m just too much of a slut to protest.

I take him. I push back as he withdraws, then he drills into me and I gasp. My entrance leaks, thick wetness trailing down my thighs. His balls slap my butt, heavy and harsh.

I chase after his cock each time he slides out. I don’t even notice when my bun falls apart, brown hair falls like curtains on my face, cold sweat framing my back.

Heat spreads in my stomach, my clit burns with hot heat. My throat dries up, my voice goes hoarse.

My pussy is burning with intense fire, damp and dripping messily wet.

I can feel myself exploding soon, my heart is racing, pounding in my ears.

One hand leaves my waist and comes between my thighs. He reaches for my sensitive nub and pushes a finger through the wet, lush lips.

My teeth grind, my walls harden, and I explode, screaming out my lungs. His fingers circle and pinch my throbbing tip, rubbing fast as I cum, then he pulls out abruptly.

Warmth hits my butt as his cock twitches on my naked flesh, releasing onto my skin. The slickness slides down my asshole.

He withdraws his other hand from my waist and directs his thick length to my asshole, cumming directly on the surface.

I’m just going to die right here. I can’t take another torment of him.

“Someday,” he groans and whispers. “You’ve got an A.”

I exhale.

My body slackens and I nearly fall onto the table, but his hands grab me against his chest as he falls into the couch.

My chest heaves, and his heartbeat resounds in my back. My limbs fall out lifelessly, my legs wide open, my folds glistening with both our release.

I glance down at our bodies. While I lay naked, wrecked, he remains dressed, his black pants and white shirt untouched, but his member lies softened on my thigh.

He looks every bit unapologetically powerful and in control. I look like a whore, but shameless.

I really wish I’d reached out to him all those years so I could experience more of this, but now, I only have this one session.

His hand comes under my chin and tilts my head up, then his lips press on mine.

Soft and firm.

His tongue sweeps inside my mouth, warm and slippery.

I moan and open my mouth for more access, sucking on his tongue and biting until we’re out of breath.

He releases me and leans back. I sigh deeply, my lips wide spread, smiling into the dark.

I’m never going to forget this.

I’ll never forget this feeling, this moment. I got fucked by my strict professor, the dream of my rich course mates, but I got to have it.

The chilly night air hits me in the face as I creep out of the back door to the balcony. I fold my lips, pressing them tight as I drag the door slowly behind me. When it clicks softly shut, my stomach drops.

I don’t hear a sound or anyone calling for me. I sigh with relief.

My eyes scan the dark as I pull the long black leather coat tighter to my body. My heart races wildly, like it’s going to leap out of my chest.

I must not be seen. Not even by my father, after he had instructed me not to go to my last day of high school after-party and had ordered his security guards not to let me leave the house. But I can’t miss it, not for anything in this life.

I had patiently waited for my father to sleep before dressing up and grabbing a long black coat to cover the filthy dress I’m wearing. To everyone, I’m asleep, and that’s how I intend to keep it until I’m back by dawn.

I can’t miss the after-party for anything. I have to be there. I have to experience the last day with my colleagues.

I don’t know why my dad won’t let me go. I’m no longer a kid, I’m eighteen, and I’ll be going to college soon. I seriously can’t wait to leave this bondage of a mansion.

I can never forget how thrilled I was the day I found the hidden routes in the woods that lead to the main road. I’d screamed for joy that day, and since then it’s been my escape out of the house, just like now.

I step down from the balcony to the granite ground, tipping the toes of my boots toward the garden path and quicken my pace into the dark woods behind it.

My heart squeezes as I go deeper into the forest. I don’t bother looking back. I can barely swallow my breath at the moment, and looking back will only increase my fear.

Cold air breathes into my lungs along with the fresh scent of leaves, musky wood.

The forest is too dark, I can’t see clearly, but I know my way. My legs tremble as I follow the familiar path, dry leaves crush under my feet, crickets sing in the air, and the trees sway with the breeze.

I tighten the jacket on my body, my boots digging into the dirt.

I’m almost there. I’ll soon round the corner and get to the main road.

“What the. .” I hiss under my breath as I brush away an insect that flies across my face.

My long black hair falls around my face, swinging with the breeze.

I can now hear the faint sound of car tires speeding away. It’s a narrow road, and cars rarely pass, but it’s a short walk to the commercial road.

My skin ripples, buzzing with excitement. I’ll get to the road soon and hurry down the commercial road to hail a taxi to the bar where the party is taking place.

I march down the last stretch to round the corner, but a torchlight suddenly flashes past me.

I freeze. My heart skips.

What’s that?

Please don’t let it be what I’m thinking. I really need to go to this party.

I need to hide before the light comes again.

I haven’t moved a step when the light lands on me. This time it stays, shining brightly.

“Who’s there?” comes a gruff voice.

The kind of voice that doesn’t need to be raised to be heard.

My chest rises and falls as terror crawls up my spine.

Dry leaves crunch under weight. The torch burns brighter.

I clench my teeth and turn around. The sharpness of the light hurts my eyes, and I squeeze them shut before opening them again.

I see the black boots the security wears and black pants, but I can’t see the face of the person holding the torch.

I raise my hand over my face to block the light as he comes to stand in front of me.

“Miss Betty,” he calls, whispering as he clicks off the torch.

I breathe a sigh of relief and drop my hand. I look at him, finally seeing his face.

One of the guards. Tall, muscular, and standing like the forest belongs to him.

“Raphael,” I hiss under my breath.

I can’t hide my irritation.

Just when I thought I’d successfully escaped, he had to catch me.

“Where are you going so late at night?” he drawls, eyeing my coat. “Or rather, sneaking off to?”

I grind my teeth, eyeing him, but not respond.

He chuckles.

He raises a brow and jerks his head toward me. “Keeping quiet won’t help you, Betty. You should start talking before I call the attention of your father.”

I stiffen.

My lips part, but I don’t know what to say.

I can’t let him inform my dad. I have to say something, even if I have to lie.

“I… I… I’m just getting some fresh air,” I whisper softly.

“Woah. So far from the house. What happened to the garden, the pool area, the balcony?”

Fuck, this bastard.

My shoulders drop. I blink my eyes, giving him my most pitiful face as I groan.

“Fine, you’ve caught me, but please, just pretend you didn’t. I really need to attend this party. Please.”

He smiles, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

“Oh,” he says, staring at my coat without saying another thing.

I shift my feet, my patience running thin.

He’s wasting my time, and I need to leave really fast before another guard sees me.

“Let’s see what you have under that coat. Clearly, you can’t be showing up to the party in just that.”

What?

My eyes widen at the inappropriate request.

“What the hell do you mean? Raphael, do you know I’m your boss because my father pays you?”

He shrugs. “I know. But if you want me to help you, you’ll have to obey my instructions.”

I stand, stunned.

If I don’t obey him, then I’ll have to answer to my father.

Fine.

I reach for the zip, drag it down in one breath, then I pull open my coat, wild open for him to see and just let me go.

He clicks his tongue and takes a step forward, still smiling, eyes still twinkling.

My hands tremble as his eyes devour every inch of my exposed skin.

I’m wearing a very nasty outfit, I know, and that’s why I covered it.

My boots are high up to my mid-thigh, my wrap skirt so short it barely covers my small, perky ass. From my waist upward, I’m bare until my boobs, only wearing a halter-neck top that cups them and nothing else.

“You’re practically undressed,” he whispers darkly.

I can’t see his eyes very well, so I can’t tell how aroused he is, but I notice the bump growing in his pants.

“Desperate measures call for dirty things,” I bite back.

If my dad had agreed, I would’ve worn something more modest because he was going to see me. But since I’m sneaking out, I might as well go all the way, and I swear, I prefer this.

I drop my hands from the coat and raise a brow.

“Now that you’ve seen my outfit, can I leave? Please,” I add the last word with a sneer.

“No.”

His disapproval cuts through my growing anticipation. I glance sharply at him.

My fingers curl, pinching into my palms.

What more could he want?