The Professor (not being continued)

-baileys dream-

TW: praise, degradation, smut

"Alright class. Make sure you read your chapters, and we will start rough drafts next week" Mr. Gardner announces, leaning on his desk.

You were sitting in your normal spot, jotting down notes and ideas down on your iPad.

"Class dismissed".

Everyone, including you start packing your stuff.

"Not you Ms.Bates, stay behind please." He says. You nod, sitting back at your desk. Once to class leaves, he walks over to the door, locking it.

Why the hell is he locking the door ?

He goes to sit back down in his seat, staring at you.

"Ms. Bates, why don't you come up here" he says, motioning you with his finger. You slowly get up from your chair, walking towards the front of the room. Standing at the side of his desk, he taps his thigh.

"Sit on my lap" he says, no hesitation.

"What?" You asked, shocked.

"I said sit on my lap, darling" he repeats. You hesitate, looking between him and the door.

"No ones coming in. Trust me" he says, looking up at you. You nod, placing both of your legs on each side of him, now straddling him.

He whispers in your ear "good girl". He moves to look at your face, admiring your facial features.

"You are truly beautiful" he says, placing his rough hand on your cheek.
Pulling you closely, he crashes your lips together. You moan into his mouth, overwhelmed with feelings.
He places one hand on your hips, moving them slowly against him. You felt his growing bulge under you.

He pulls away panting, "this is so wrong".

"Yet it feels so right" you say, kissing him again. You move your hip faster against his bulge, him moaning into your mouth.
He puts a hand under your shirt, fiddling with the bra clasp, teasing you.
Finally he unclips it, throwing across the room. He starts groping your breast.
You pull away, moaning.

"I- I need you" you pant. He stops his movements.

"Get up."

"Why?" You ask.

"Get up and bend over the desk." He orders, helping you get off of him. Pushing the papers over, you bend over the desk.
He walks behind you, pressing his bulge into your ass. He bends over your torso, pulling your t-shirt over your head, letting your breasts free.

"Fuck" he groans. He starts kissing down your back, as far as his body could reach.
He pulls down your pants, revealing your red lacy underwear.
You feel him twitch against you.
He moves his thumb to your clothed sex, rubbing in circles.

"Oh. Your so wet for me. You just can't wait to get fucked on this desk can you?" He asks.

You moan " yes s-sir".

"So responsive" he grins, pulling down your panties.

"Wow" he groans, seeing your glistening pussy, all wet and ready for him.
You hear a belt buckle, not long after feeling a tip teasing your entrance.

"Beg. Beg for my cock" he says, pulling your hair back into a makeshift ponytail.

"Please! Please fuck me sir! I've been so good!" You whine.

"Your right. You have been my good little cock slut" he says, earning a moan from you.

God that was hot asf.

He slowly pushes the tip in, soft moans coming for both of you, and going all the way till he bottoms you out.

Fuck he's big.

He lets you adjust before moving at a faster rate.

"Fuck.." you moan. "Faster please".

He goes faster, tugging on your hair. He was now hitting your g-spot with every thrust, moans coming out every-time. A knot started forming in your stomach, tightening with every few thrusts.

"Fuck. Your doing so good. You feel so good, and tight around my cock" he groans.

"I'm close" you say. He moves his free hand down to your clit, rubbing in firm circles. You were on the edge, your eyes watering.

"NATHAN!" You moan, releasing on his cock. He fucks you through your orgasm. You whine from the overstimulation.

Not long after he bottoms out, cumming into your pussy.

"Fuck" he collapses on your back.  You both take deep breaths, your hot sweaty body's on each other. He pulls out, moaning at the sight of his cum dripping out of your pussy. He makes a hook shape, scooping it up and putting it back into you, you moan.
He pulls his fingers out, flipping u around. Tracing your bottom lip, he shoves his fingers into your mouth.
You suck on them, tasting yours and his release.

"We taste delicious" you say, kissing his fingertips.

"I'm sure we do" he smirks, pulling you into a deep kiss...

An: omg haha ok this was kinda rushed so I hope it was good :) just remember this was a dream she was having. Have a great morning, evening or night. Love you <3 also this is unedited, so yeah haha.