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 into hers again and again, burying my cock so deep in her pussy I can feel every inch of her. She clenches hard around me again and I angle my hips down so my tip digs into her G-spot. Her whole body writhes along the desk with her second orgasm, and with one final thrust and a loud, harsh groan, I come too.
She bucks her hips against me, keeping the movement going as I finish, milking every last drop from me. When I step back, a rush of her wet juices pour down her legs, which are still trembling around the knees.
Gently, I roll her over to lift her from the desk, smoothing her skirt back down as I do. I left marks, I notice. A bright red spot on her ass, and two bruises blooming along her neck, one under her ear and another at her collarbone.
I should feel bad, but instead, it ignites a fierce spark of pleasure. Harper gazes up at me through half-closed eyes, a soft smile on her face, and I look from those brands to her soft, angular face and think, She’s mine. No one else’s.
Except that’s not true. She can’t be mine. Not a girl like her, not like this. I wanted to fuck her, and I did. The beast has been exorcised. Now it needs to stop.
I break eye contact and unroll the condom to toss in the trash, fastening my pants quickly. Then I bend to sweep up the papers we’d been working on before, which have scattered around the desk. “Finish the train of thought you were working on earlier, the courtly love angle.” I drop the papers on top of her laptop bag. “Write up your best theory, leave it under my door tonight.” I snatch a business card, which has the address of my university housing complex on it, and drop it on top of the files.