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she’s
trying to hide it, I can see the frustration in them. “Take
me however you want,”
she urges.
    Only
then do I grin and reach to undo the snap, letting her bra fall away
as I bend to circle her breast with my tongue.
    Her
hands clench in my hair. I smile, and let my teeth brush the tip of
her rock hard nipple.
    “Fuck,”
she hisses.
    “Mmm,
if you say so,” I
breathe against her. Then I step backwards. She tugs at me,
frustrated, but I catch both of her hands in one of mine and lift
them over her head. Her eyes go wide in surprise, but the fire’s
still lit in them. She’s
enjoying this as much as I am.
    My
other hand wraps around her hip and uses it to flip her around until
she’s facing the
desk. I let go of her wrists now and wrap my fist in her ponytail
instead, bending her over and pushing her down until her breasts dig
into the desk. I flip her skirt up to reveal a narrow, lace thong, in
a bright red that matches her lips.
    “I
see you dressed for the occasion,”
I say, my voice a low growl in her ear as I lean over her.
    “You
said I should come prepared, Professor.”
She wriggles beneath me.
    I
bring my hand down on her bare ass, just sharp enough to make her
feel it, not enough to leave a mark. She inhales sharply, her hips
bucking. “And have
you, Ms. Reed? Or will I need to reprimand you more thoroughly?”
    She
lifts her head just high enough that I can see her lips melt into a
curve, the red lipstick now slashed across her jawline, messed in a
way that makes her lips look irresistibly puckered. I can imagine
those red lips closing around me, the way her hot mouth would feel if
I sank my cock into her throat.
    I
twitch where I’m
still leaning against her ass, and she must feel it even through the
fabric of my pants, because her smile widens.
    “I’m
afraid I’m a slow
learner, Professor. You’ll
have to go over that again.”
    I
spank her again, harder this time.
    Her
back arches, her eyes shut in pleasure. “Again,”
she gasps.
    But
I can’t take it any
longer. I undo my jeans and let them fall around my ankles, though
not before I pluck the condom from my office drawer.
    While
I rip open the package and slide on the condom, I lean alongside her
to murmur, “I’m
going to fuck you now.”
    She
bursts out something between a laugh and a groan. “Finally.”
Her voice has a faint quiver in it that I can’t
help savoring with a grin.
    “But
first you’ll have to
beg.”
    Her
head whips around and her eyes narrow at me. “Seriously?”
    I
slap her ass again, the other cheek this time, hard enough to leave a
bright red impression. Her eyes open wide, and her mouth forms a tiny
O.”.
    God,
she’s gorgeous.
    “Please,”
she breathes. “Please
fuck me.”
    I
position my hips behind hers and slowly trail my cock up the inside
of one of her thighs, then down the other. “Louder.”
    “Please!”
Her voice catches again.
    God,
I love hearing that. I hook her thong, yank it down to her knees. The
tip of my cock presses into her clit, rubs back and forth, forceful
enough that she can feel it, but too lightly for her to get off. She
bucks her hips, trying to grind against me, but I wrap both hands
around her waist and pin her in place.
    “Please
what?” I murmur.
    “Fuck
me!”
    Before
she’s even done
shouting it, I sink deep into her pussy. She’s
wet, and so, so fucking tight. She contracts around me, trying to
adjust to my girth. I don’t
give her time to get used to it; I pull back and slam into her again,
loving the animalistic, guttural sound she makes as I do.
    My
free hand fists in her hair, yanks her head off the desk and toward
me as I continue to pound into her, so deep my balls slap against her
swollen pussy. Still holding her hair, I reach my other hand down to
circle her clit while I thrust. Her groans turn to keening wails that
only make me move harder, faster. Her walls clench hard around me
when she comes, moaning, but I don’t
slow down, my hips crashing