Mia

He didn’t wait. He grabbed the back of my head and forced himself inside. I gasped, my eyes widening and watering as he filled my mouth completely. He was ruthless. He didn’t care about being gentle. He pushed deep, hitting the back of my throat, making me gag.

Fuck. I had never had anything this big in my throat. I felt like I would choke, faint, or fucking die from how hard he was hitting my throat.

Gulp.

Gulp.

Hawk…

Tui.

I gripped his muscular thighs, trying to hold on. He kept a steady, brutal rhythm, forcing me to take every inch of him. I asked for this.

“That’s it,” he whispered, his voice rough. “Take it all, you little annoying brat.”

After a few minutes of total silence, the only sound being my gagging and his heavy breathing, he pulled out, releasing my hair. I collapsed back on my heels, gasping for air, saliva dripping down my chin.

“Stand up,” he snapped.

I scrambled to my feet, my legs shaking like jelly. He didn’t give me a second to breathe. He grabbed my waist and spun me around, slamming my chest onto his desk. My face was pressed against the smooth wood.

“Let’s see what we have here,” he murmured as he reached down and yanked my skirt up. “Such a cock-craving slut. Walking around the premises without panties on.”

Slap!

“Ouch!” I winced.

“Is this how you go around fucking your profs?” he asked.

“No, Prof… I did it just for you,” I panted with a shaky voice.

“Liar,” he whispered. I felt his cock line itself up with my slit. “ohhhh… yesss…”

“You feel that?”

“Yessss… ah… fuck… I do…”

He lined it up again. “I will make sure to fuck this whore spirit out of you.”

Without warning, he shoved inside me in one hard, violent thrust.

“AHHHHH!” I screamed. It was too much. He was too big; it felt like he was splitting me in half.

“Be quiet!” he hissed, leaning over me, his chest pressing into my back. “The students are in the hallway. You want them to hear their favorite whore getting what she deserves?”

“Ohhh… Prof.” I moaned.

“You’re so wet. Such a cock craving whore.”

Fuck the words from that voice. It was doing something special to me. Making me drip more that I already was.

He started to move. It was a “no mercy” kind of fuck. He slammed his hips against mine, over and over.

Thwack.

Thwack.

Thwack.

Every thrust sent me sliding forward on the desk, and every time, he pulled me back by my hair to do it again.

Fuck he was so big. So fucking massive. I could feel my walls contracting at every thrust of that massive cock into my dripping hole.

“Oh, fuck! Prof… Kelvin… please!” I cried out, my fingers clawing at the desk.

“Call me what you called me in class, Mia. Say it!” he demanded.

“Fuck, Daddy! Yes, Daddy! Harder, please… oh fuck, yes, Prof, fuck me hard like that, Daddy.”

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