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My heart sped up as I walked across campus. What was supposed to be an enjoyable time for every college student, Spring Break, felt like torture to me. It seemed like every thought in my mind was consumed by him. Someone I couldn’t, or shouldn’t have: Professor Jackson. Ever since my first day in his class, I have wanted him. I knew he wanted me as well, but he was teasing me. We were teasing each other and it was slowly driving me crazy.

I finally arrived at the lecture hall and slid into my usual seat, glancing towards the front and making eye contact with Professor Jackson. The class sped by, a lot faster than I wanted it to. As it came to an end I heard my name called, “Anna, can you please wait behind? I need to discuss part of your paper with you.”

I simply nodded, unable to say anything as fellow students gave me looks, thinking I was in trouble. I slowly made my way to the front as the last person left.

“Lets go to my office so we won’t be bothered,” he told me, walking to the door and holding it open for me.

“Don’t be nervous Anna,” he whispered as we walked through the crowded hallways, quickly making our way upstairs and to his office.

“I’m not nervous,” I replied, sitting down in the chair he gestured to.

He pulled out my paper, setting it on the desk in front of me and leaned back on to it.

“This is the part I wanted to talk to you about,” he informed me as he pushed off from the desk, coming around behind me so he could read as well. “The content is fantastic, it just seems a bit wordy to me. You could say everything you need to in only a couple sentences, yet you ramble on for two paragraphs.”

I tried explaining why I felt I needed to say everything I had written, but he kept getting closer. Leaning over me, my finger trailing over the words as his eyes trailed along, mouth forming the words on the page and breathing them out softly.

“Anna, are you paying attention-“, he broke off his sentence when he turned his head slightly to see me focusing on his lips instead of the paper.

“We can’t do this,” he whispered.

“I know,” I replied, turning my body in the chair to face him fully.

“We should go, I have another class to teach soon,” he breathed out, getting even closer to me, one hand going to my hair.

I nodded, mutely agreeing with him, but still getting closer and darting my tongue out to wet my lips.

“God Anna,” he said and his lips tentatively met mine, waiting until I responded. At the first small push of my lips back to his I was pulled off of the chair roughly and pressed back into his desk, lips pushing into mine hard. My arms instinctively went around his neck, pulling myself close to him. Molding my body to his.

“Jesus,” he mumbled, breaking away from my lips, only to trail his lips down my jaw, latching on to a place slightly above my collar bone.

I hissed between my teeth, catching the back of his head in my hands, running my fingers into his hair and tugging hard. He growled up at me, but continued his pattern of biting, sucking, and then soothing the skin with his tongue. I knew it was going to leave a mark but I didn’t care at this point. He ran his mouth up to a point right below my ear, doing the same thing, marking me.

He roughly pressed a leg in between mine, allowing me to press down on it, letting out a soft moan into the air.

“Anna,” he growled into my ear.

“What is it?”

He pulled away from my neck to look me in the eye, “I want you.”

“You have me,” I whispered, whining at him, “Please.”

That seemed all the convincing he needed. He pulled slightly away from me, unbuttoning my jeans, sliding a hand into my underwear and pulling them down. I stepped out of them carefully while fumbling around with his zipper. While I was messing with his zipper and belt, he found my breasts, taking them into his hands and squeezing tightly and then pulling them out as much as he could through the top of my tank top. I bit back a moan with his fingers found my nipples, tugging on them gently. When his mouth went to where his fingers had been seconds prior there was no holding back. I let out a loud moan, taking deep gasping breaths, completely forgetting about his pants.

He slapped my hands away, pulling his pants down himself, just enough to pull himself out.

“Hold on,” he rasped, pulling my legs around his waist as he lifted me up, setting me down on the desk. He looked at me again, the same look he has when trying to figure something out. I knew what it was, he wanted to make sure I was still on board.

“Please,” I gasped into his ear.

“Oh God,” he moaned as he slid into me, “So tight.”

He was mumbling nonsense into my ear as he thrust into me wildly. There was no grace to our movements, both only desperate for each other after so long teasing. As I got closer, I couldn’t control my moans. They were coming out loud and throaty when a hand slapped down over my mouth.

“You need to shut up Anna,” he told me, grunting between his clenched teeth, “We cannot get caught.”

I told him to go to hell but it only came out as a grunt.

“Say something dear?”

I bit the palm of his hand.

“Fuck Anna,” he half scolded, half moaned. Quickening his pace, pushing further and harder into.

“More, I need more.”

“What do you want Anna?”

“You, please.”

“Perhaps if you ask nicely,” he said, slowing down and effectively driving me crazy.

“I said please,” I moaned, trying to push myself down further onto him.

“You’re forgetting a key element of your sentence dear,” he gasped, pulling back.

And then it hit me. For this man, gasping and moaning wasn’t enough. He wanted me to call him what he was, “Please, fuck me harder Professor.”

It was like something snapped inside of him, he pushed me down, probably bruising my back. My head fell back in pleasure and I felt him latch onto my breasts again.

“Professor,” I gasped out.

“Oh Jesus Anna. So fucking hot,” he grunted, eyes glued to my body arched against him, breasts heaving with every breath I took, “God, so close baby.”

His hand found its way between out bodies, found my clit and starting to stroke along with his thrusts. Seconds later I was spiraling out of control, gasping and clinging to him.

“Again, tell me again,” he growled out.

“Professor,” I moaned, “Cum inside of me Professor Jackson.”

With a few more thrusts, I felt him cum inside of me, desperately calling my name into my ear.

He slowly set me down, making sure my legs were going to hold me up before letting go of me. I quickly pulled my pants back on, pushing my panties into his back pocket while he was fumbling with his belt. I adjusted myself back into my bra and turned to face him.

“I think your paper is going to need a lot more work Anna,” he said with a wicked grin on his face, “We should meet here everyday after class.”

“I agree. Thank you so much for helping me with it,” I told him as he opened the door for me, “I will see you tomorrow.”