Sitting in my Science 101 lecture, I found my mind wandering yet again to Professor Ethan Latham. My pencil twirled around my finger as I daydreamed, eyeing him from across the room. He was writing an intricate formula on the whiteboard, his broad shoulders straining against his button-down shirt. I imagined peeling it off, feeling the hard planes of his chest…

A sudden chill ran down my spine, as if he had touched me with cool fingers. I imagined those fingers trailing lower, unbuttoning my blouse, cupping my breast. I squeezed my thighs together as a familiar ache built between them.

In my mind’s eye, he leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. “Ava,” he murmured, voice rough with desire. “I’ve seen you looking at me in class. I know how badly you want this.”

My breath caught. He pushed me up against the wall, hiking my skirt around my hips. Smooth hands caressed my inner thighs, thumbs grazing my slick folds through my thin panties. “So wet already,” he groaned. “You’re practically begging for it aren’t you, you naughty girl?”

I whimpered, arching into his touch, my fantasy spilling over into reality. A gush of fluid dampened my underwear.

He pressed his thick length against me, and I gasped at the feel of him, heavy and hot and hard. “Please,” I whined, grinding shamelessly against him. “I need it.”

“Need what, baby?” He nibbled my neck, dipping his head to suckle at my pulse point. “Say it.”

“I need your c-cock,” I blurted out, past caring how desperate I sounded. “I need you inside me.”

With a throaty chuckle, he obliged, driving into me with one hard thrust. I keened, my walls stretching deliciously around his girth. He set a deep, pounding rhythm that had me seeing stars.

“Yes, oh god yes,” I mewled as he filled me again and again. “Harder, Professor, please!”

My hips rocked to meet his thrusts, and the filthy squelch of our joining filled the air. He buried his face in my cleavage, pushing my bra cups down to pinch my nipples. I writhed on his cock, so close to the edge. “Cum for me, Ava,” he commanded. “Now.”

I shattered with a silent scream, my world going white as my orgasm crashed through me. I convulsed around him, milking his thick length.

“Fuck, yes!” he snarled, spilling inside me with a shudder.

I panted against his chest, slowly coming down. Then his softening cock slipped out of me and I jolted awake with a moan, face flushed and body thrumming with need.

Professor Latham paused his lecture to quirk an eyebrow at me. “Something amiss, Miss Reeves?”

I shook my head, trying to collect myself. “N-no, sir. Just tired.”

He smirked knowingly. “Perhaps you should get more rest. Wouldn’t want you nodding off in my office hours. Again.”

My cheeks burned at the memory of our illicit meeting last week. He’d thrown me against his desk and fucked me so hard I saw stars. Seemed I wasn’t done dreaming up our sordid trysts yet.

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