Daisy: No. I meant my panties. Or lack of panties, that is.
My head snaps up in time to catch her crossing her legs. And my cock twitches his approval. The kid in front of her turns his head and studies her as if he’s just noticed she’s female. The urge to jab his eyes out is all-consuming.
Me: Keep your legs together.
Daisy: Why? Don’t you want to feel under my skirt? Test me for wetness? See how hot I get watching you lecture in those tight jeans? Your ass is so sexy.
I groan with more force than intended, causing a student from the front row to glace up from his test. Great. I pretend like it wasn’t me who made the noise and march to the lectern, putting a barrier between me and the entire classroom. I don’t need anyone knowing I’m sporting wood.
Me: You need to stop.
Daisy: Why?
I grind my teeth together and glance at her out of the corner of my eye. Everyone else’s hands are flying across their tests as they work on missed questions.
She pokes out her bottom lip, uncrosses her legs, shifts sideways until I have the perfect view between her legs, and adjusts her skirt. I can’t see anything, but I don’t need to. I know every inch of her.
Me: Because if you don’t, I’m going to spank your ass for teasing me.
Her lips curve upward. I’m fucked. Ten minutes. That’s all I need. “Great job, class.”
Groans fill the room as their pens hit the desks.
“I appreciate your hard work and everyone buckling down to review the material. As a reward, I’ll let everyone go early with five points for working hard, and each corrected question will earn you half a point versus 1/3 point.”
“Hell, yeah!” Tripp pumps his fist in the air as everyone flips their pages over and passes their tests forward. He needs the added points more than anyone in the class. I’m not sure what he hopes to do after college but using calculus might not be a good idea.
“Everyone, have a good afternoon.”
I amble to the door as everyone files out of the room to a chorus of, ‘Thank you for the extra credit.’ Daisy holds back, waiting for the room to clear, and then approaches the exit.
As she steps past me, I shove out my arm, stopping her and closing the door. “You’ve been a bad girl.”
“I’m sorry, Professor Taylor.”
I grab her hand, pulling her away from the 32”x6” window, and spin her until she’s facing the wall. “That’s not good enough. I’m afraid you must be punished for disobedience.” I lift her skirt and swat her perfect ass. The skin shakes as she squeals.
“Shit!” She covers her mouth as her face turns as red as the once-white handprint on her cheek.
“Baby, you’d better keep that mouth shut, so no one hears you,” I growl.
“Yes, sir.” She tries to spin around to face me, but I hold her in place.
“I’m not done punishing you.” I unzip my jeans, stroke my cock, and yank her backward until her ass is positioned in front of my raging dick and my mouth is next to her ear. “Don’t make a sound.”
“Yes–”
I clutch her throat, cutting off her air. “Not a word.”
She nods and whimpers as she grabs at the cement wall. “That’s not going to save you, baby.” I shove my knee between her legs and slam into her soaking hot pussy. The walls of her sex cradle my burning flesh until she’s not the only one who can’t breathe.
So fucking good.Too fucking good. I won’t last. Thankfully, I have an excuse for premature ejaculation. There’s another class in this room in twenty minutes.
She wiggles that sweet ass against my pelvis, and I squeeze her throat tighter. “You’ve been such a naughty girl. Teasing me with that sweet ass. Showing those legs off. That kid in front of you is probably in the bathroom jerking off right now. Does that turn you on?”
I bite on her earlobe and let go of her throat so she can talk. She gasps, causing her chest to heave, and wiggles against me. “Yes, it does.”
“That’s a good girl.” I grasp her hips. “Think about all the boys who want you and can’t have you.” I fuck her until each lunge causes a soft gasp to emit from her lips.