The Professor (not being continued)

chapter six

Baileys POV
Thursday 10:35 am
TW: cussing, teasing, cunniligus, blowjob

Ohhh shit.

You turn around slowly, till you meet eyes with Mr. Gardner. Just his gaze could make you fall to your knees and suck him off.

Shut up whore. He's your fucking teacher.

His expressions never changed, he just nudged his head towards a seat. You walked over in a quick pace, plopping down into the seat. You both sat there in silence for a few moments until Mr. Gardner speaks up.

"Ms. Bates. I just felt we needed to establish what happened yesterday, because it was very unprofessional for you and me. Hitting on a student? That could get me fired." He looks at you.

"Yeah your probably right." You quickly say, a blush painting your cheeks. He looked at you, a smirk crossing his face.

"You can't stop thinking about it can you?" He smirks, leaning back in his chair. You look up into his dark brown eyes, a desire longing in them. For you.

"Well-" you stop when you see Mr. Gardner rise up from his chair. He walked over to you, each step leaving a ache in your core. Once he reaches your desk, he hooks his finger under your chin, making you look like him.

"Darling, finish what you were saying" he asserted.

Fuck me. Fuck me please daddy.

"Well- no i can't." You look down ashamed. He kneels down next to you, taking your hand in his.

"There's no shame in desire. I'll admit it as well, you made me feel something yesterday. No other woman has made me feel so... longing." He expressed. You look up and into his eyes, seeing that same longing he was talking about. You both stared at each other for a moment, his eyes flickering down to your pink lips. Your breathing grew heavy, the desire in your core burning.

He moves closer to your face, both of your air hot and heavy. He grabs your cheek, and pulls you swiftly into a kiss. You lips move together in harmony, almost like they were meant for each other. He starts picking up the pace, kissing you more sloppily and desperately.

You pull away as best as you can, " T-the door. You need to lock it." You pant.

He nods. "Desk. Now." He walks down to the door as you scurry down to his desk. Locking the door, he walks over to his seat. He sits down, tapping his lap. You walk over and straddle his lap.

"Good girl".

Good god.

He pulls you back into the desired filled kiss, roaming his big rough hands all over your body. He moves his hands down to your ass, kneading the skin through your dress. You moan into his mouth, giving him a chance to slip his tongue in.

Hooking his hands under your thighs, he picks you up, and lays you on the desk. He moves his lips down to your neck, sucking and nibbling. You let out little pants, wetness in your panties.
He pulls always and smirks as he lowers down to your heat. He hikes up your skirt, revealing your white lace panties.

"Fuck. Your soaked." He rubs up and down your folds. "Your soaked for your Professor".

He moves up to your clit, rubbing it in small, hard circles. He rubs it, pulling moans and groans out of you. He played with you just like that, teasing you.

"Please.. Please more" you moan out.

"Please.. who?" He looks into your eyes, smirking.

Fuck he wants me to call him that? Ok ok it's fine.