The Professor's Double Delight Part: 2
The Professor's Double Delight Part: 2
Scarlett’s breath hitched as Professor Langston’s hands gripped her hips, pulling her onto his desk with a force that made her gasp. The metal edge of the desk dug into her thighs as she was positioned over it, her legs dangling off the side. The room, filled with the scent of old books and polished wood, seemed to close in around them, the air thick with anticipation.
“Lean back,” he commanded, his voice low and commanding. Scarlett obeyed, her back arching as she leaned against the cold surface of the desk. Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat echoing in her ears as she felt the friction of his trousers against her sensitive skin. The professor’s eyes darkened with desire as he reached down, his fingers deftly hooking into the waistband of her panties. With one swift motion, he ripped them off, tossing them aside without a second thought.
The sudden exposure sent a shiver down Scarlett’s spine. She bit her lip, her eyes flickering up to meet his. “Professor,” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement.
“Shh,” he whispered back, leaning in to capture her lips in a searing kiss. His tongue darted into her mouth, exploring every inch, making her dizzy with desire. His hands moved to her thighs, spreading them wide, opening her up to him. The cool air of the office brushed against her heated skin, making her sensitive to every touch.
With a growl, he positioned himself at her entrance, his hard length pressing against her throbbing core. Scarlett inhaled sharply, her body trembling with need. She could feel the head of his cock nudging at her wet folds, slick with anticipation. “Please,” she murmured, her voice barely audible.
“As you wish,” he replied, his voice gruff with arousal. He thrust forward, burying himself inside her in one swift motion. Scarlett cried out, the sensation of being so fully filled overwhelming her senses. Her nails dug into the wooden surface of the desk as he began to move, his strokes deep and powerful.
The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, punctuated by their ragged breaths and muffled groans. Scarlett’s vision blurred with tears of pleasure, her mind a haze of sensation. She could feel every ridge and vein of his cock as he pistoned in and out of her, hitting that sweet spot deep within her that made her toes curl and her back arch even further.
“You feel so good,” he growled, his hands gripping her hips tightly. “So tight and wet for me.”
Scarlett couldn’t respond; she could only moan, her vocal cords too overwhelmed to form coherent words. She threw her head back, exposing her neck to him. He took the invitation, his teeth grazing her skin as he continued to fuck her with relentless precision. The combination of pain and pleasure shot through her like lightning, sending shocks of ecstasy radiating throughout her body.
Her inner walls clenched around him, milking him for every ounce of pleasure. She could feel herself nearing the edge, her orgasm building like a tidal wave just below the surface. “I’m… I’m going to…” she panted, her voice breaking.
“Come for me, Scarlett,” he urged, his thrusts becoming more frantic. “Let go. Feel everything.”
That was all it took. With a sob of relief, Scarlett came, her entire body convulsing around him as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her inner muscles clamped down on his cock, squeezing him tight as she rode out her orgasm. She could feel the muscles of her pussy rippling around him, pulling him closer to his own release.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his grip on her hips tightening almost painfully. “You’re killing me.”
He thrust harder, deeper, his pace erratic as he chased his own climax. Scarlett could feel the tension in his body, how close he was. She wanted to see him fall apart, to know that she had driven him to the brink. “Do it,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “Come inside me.”
Those words were his undoing. With a final, desperate thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he spilled his seed deep within her. He held himself there, his forehead resting against hers as they both caught their breath, their bodies slick with sweat.
But just as the post-coital haze began to envelop them, there was a sharp knock on the door. Both of them froze, the sudden interruption slicing through the moment like a knife.
“Let him in,” Scarlett whispered, her voice barely audible over their rapid breathing.
Professor Langston hesitated for a fraction of a second before nodding. He moved to the door and opened it just wide enough for Jack to slip inside. Jack’s eyes widened as he took in the sight before him: Scarlett sprawled out on the desk, her legs still splayed and slightly trembling, and Langston standing close by, his shirt unbuttoned and his pants hanging loosely around his hips.
“What’s going on here?” Jack asked, his voice a mix of shock and curiosity.
