stroking me until the pleasure starts to build and my eyes close. I can’t help imagining that, instead of her hand, I’m actually in her pussy or fucking her mouth while she’s on her knees in front of me.
“Oh God,” I groan, pressing my face into her neck to try and smother the sound. There’s only one office to the left of mine, so here’s hoping Professor Davis is already on his way to class. Which reminds me where I’m headed next, and I can’t do so if there’s a noticeable wet spot on my crotch.
With my mouth so close, almost touching Reagan’s skin, I give in and kiss a path up the side of her throat until I reach her ear while she keeps jerking me off within an inch of my sanity. “These are the only pants I have…so don’t leave a mess.”
“Yes, sir,” she says. And when I lean back to see her face, her eyes stay on mine when she licks her other palm before replacing the one on my cock, freeing that hand up to dive into my boxer briefs and squeeze my balls.
“Ohh fuck,” I groan when my dick jerks in her hand. This is all so surreal that I’m not sure if it’s some extremely realistic fantasy. How did I get to this point, letting my student give me a hand job in my office? I know the answer. Because this is what I’ve wanted since the first day I saw her. And as the pressure builds and my stomach muscles clench, I already know this will never be enough. It won’t be enough until I’ve tasted every inch of Regan’s body and fucked her every way possible. Fuck it all, how am I gonna wait two weeks when I’m about to explode in her hand after seconds of her soft touch. I need her so goddamn much that I’ll let her manipulate me any way she wants and love every second of it because I’m a sick bastard.
“God, yes, Reagan,” I groan, and then I’m coming so hard I can barely hold myself upright as the blissful waves rock through me.
When my body stops shuddering, I open my eyes and watch as Reagan keeps one hand stroking my cock while the other collects the cum in some tissues she grabbed off my desk. I just had one helluva orgasm, and no one will be able to tell, except for her.
I would never guess she has a deceitful bone in her body; but if she’s willing to provide me with sexual favors for a better grade, maybe I’m wrong. Will she report me afterwards? Tell the other students? She easily could end my career in just a few words and I didn’t even put up a fight. I let her big, caramel eyes and perfect pouty lips pull me into what’s likely my own demise.
I’m such a fucking nutless idiot when it comes to this woman, and she hasn’t even begun to realize the enormous weight of influence she has over me. Everything I’ve worked for, all the years of classes and research to reach my position and I’m ready to throw it out the window for a crazy ass weakness. No, I can’t just let her take me down without a fight if she does, in fact, have ulterior motives. I have to be smart while I indulge in this…fascination I have with her. What I need is leverage to protect myself from the absolute worst-case scenario.
Stepping back from her reach, I tuck my dick away in my pants, angry that I can’t blindly trust her and that she may not be as sweet and innocent as the girl I’ve obsessed over for so damn long.
The perfect solution to make sure this…deal between us never leaves the room hits me like a bolt of lightning. Before I talk myself out of it, I move back between Reagan’s legs and kiss her so eager and desperately that she’ll let me do anything I want to her body. And there it is. She may very well have a weakness for me too because it only takes seconds for her arms to go around me, pulling me closer while our tongues tangle.
Hands on her waist, I pull her to her feet before reaching for the hem of another one of her long, tempting as sin dresses and raise it up her legs, over her hips. I keep tugging until I’m able to lift the whole