Zaeryn didn’t give her time to recover. He slid his hand free, spun her around, and bent her forward over the obsidian desk in one smooth motion. Her palms slapped against the cool surface. Her heavy breasts almost spilled out through the cleavage.

With a movement of someone who had done this before, he yanked her tight pencil skirt up over her ass, bunching the fabric around her waist. Her black lace panties were already soaked from her pussy juices.

If nothing was proof that she was horny for him, then this was it. She was even more wet than the first time he was here.

Jade gasped sharply, her body jolting. "Noctis—" she started, voice tight with annoyance, but it cracked when he squeezed the same spot, fingers digging into warm, yielding flesh.

"Cut the act," he said low against her ear, pressing his growing erection against her ass. "You dragged me in here pretending to be pissed, but the second I touch you, your nipples get hard and your cunt soaks through your panties. You like my hands on you, Professor. Stop pretending you don’t."

She made an irritated sound in her throat, hips shifting like she wanted to deny it and push back at the same time. Inside her head the thoughts were a mess: ’This arrogant little shit... how dare he,’ her teeth clenched. ’Acting like he owns me just because I—’

Another slow squeeze of his hand made her pause her thoughts and her thighs pressed together involuntarily. A reluctant whimper slipped out before she could swallow it. She bit her lip hard, trying to stay quiet, but her body was betraying her completely.

’Goddess, what is wrong with me?’ The thought burned through her mind, equal parts fury and shameful heat. ’I’ve trained hundreds of cadets. I’ve faced down actual monsters. And this... this male puts his hands on me and my cunt is soaked.

I’m supposed to find males pathetic. Disgusting. Why does his touch feel like this?’

Zaeryn hooked his fingers into the crotch of her panties and pulled the lace roughly to the side, exposing her dripping pussy. He slid two thick fingers along her slit, parting her slick, swollen folds.

"Fuck, Jade. You’re dripping."

Jade’s breath caught in her throat as the sheer sensation of his hand near her pussy was pleasuring. She refused to answer, but her hips twitched back against his hand despite herself.

He turned her around again. Instinctively, she sat on the edge of the desk, legs spreading as she leaned back. Her skirt stayed bunched at her waist, panties still pulled aside. Before she could close her thighs, Zaeryn stepped between them. He caught her wrist and guided her own hand down between her legs.

She didn’t resist. Her fingers wrapped around his, pressing them firmly against her aching, soaked cunt.

"Get on with it," she demanded, voice tight with frustration and need.

Zaeryn’s grin was slow and wicked. He circled her clit once with their joined fingers, then stopped.

"Say please."

Jade’s storm-cloud eyes narrowed. "Don’t push your luck, Noctis."

He shrugged, already starting to step back. "Alright. I’ve got other places to be."

Jade’s thighs clamped around his wrist instantly. "Come back here right now," she snapped.

He effortlessly slid his hands off her thighs. He made it half a step before her hand shot out and grabbed the front of his uniform.

"Get back here," she demanded, voice low and strained. When he didn’t immediately move, her teeth clenched so hard it looked painful. "...Please."

Zaeryn tilted his head, clearly enjoying himself. "You don’t sound like you mean it."

Jade exhaled sharply through her nose, cheeks flushed with a mix of anger and arousal. "Yes, I mean it. Now use your damn hands."

That was all he needed.

Two thick fingers slid straight into her slick, clenching heat without warning. She was tight, ridiculously wet, and burning hot around him. He curled them immediately, stroking that rough spot inside her while his thumb found her swollen clit and rubbed firm, steady circles.

Jade’s head fell back, a strangled moan escaping before she bit her lip hard to stifle it. Her hips rolled shamelessly against his hand, chasing the friction. The wet, obscene sounds of his fingers pumping into her soaked pussy filled the quiet office, growing louder as she got wetter.

"Fuck... your fingers—" she gasped, one hand fisting his shirt, the other braced on the desk behind her. Her heavy breasts strained against her blouse with every ragged breath.

Eventually she couldn’t hold it in anymore and she was moaning loudly in pleasure.

For an annoying professor, Zaeryn found her moans beautiful and also too loud. He assumed she was smart enough to have turned on the office noise dampeners; otherwise, everyone outside this office would hear her.

He continued thoroughly finger fucking her.

Jade completely lost herself, her head falling back, moans escaping her mouth every time he thrust in and out. Her other hand remained on his shirt pulling him closer to her.

’This is humiliating,’ she thought, even as her hips started rolling to meet his hand. ’Letting a student finger-fuck me on my own desk... and I’m about to come like a desperate cadet.’

Zaeryn leaned in, lips brushing her ear. "Come on, Jade," he murmured, voice rough. "Let me feel you cum on my hand."

He added a third finger, stretching her, stroking that sensitive spot inside with relentless accuracy. His thumb pressed harder on her swollen clit, faster now.

Jade’s breath fractured. Her walls clenched violently around his fingers as the orgasm crashed into her. She came hard, thighs shaking, a raw, broken moan tearing from her throat despite her best efforts to stay quiet. Her pussy spasmed, flooding his hand with slick heat as her legs trembled uncontrollably.

She stayed like that for several long seconds—slumped forward, forehead nearly resting on his shoulder, chest heaving, legs barely able to stay parted on the desk.

Zaeryn slowly withdrew his fingers, glistening with her release. Jade stayed slumped on the edge of the desk, chest heaving, trying to steady her breathing.

He took a step back, looking at her flushed face and disheveled uniform. His voice was calm, almost conversational.

"Get on your knees, Jade."

Jade stared at him for a long second, lips parted.

Then without a word, she slid off the desk. Her knees hit the floor with a soft thud. She knelt there in front of him, skirt still bunched around her waist, blouse half-open, storm-cloud eyes locked on the bulge in his pants.

’Finally.’

The thought hit her so clearly it startled her. She caught herself immediately, shame flooding her cheeks.

’What the fuck is wrong with me? Why did I kneel when he told me to?’ She was furious at her own body, at the way her mouth had already watered, at how her thighs were still slick and trembling. ’I’m on my knees for this... student. A male. And I’m eager for it. Disgusting.’

Zaeryn watched her for a moment, letting her wait. Only then did he unbuckle his belt and push his pants down. His thick cock sprang free, and the heavy shaft slapped against her cheek, heavy and hard, the head already glistening.

She froze, her breath caught. She inhaled slowly, eyes fluttering half-closed. Then, almost against her will, she turned her head and rubbed her face along the warm, veined length, inhaling deeply. The scent of him hit her hard—musky, clean, masculine. It made her head spin.

’Goddess... why does he smell so good?’ she thought, furious at the way her pussy clenched again. ’This is wrong. And disgusting.’

But even as she said it, she leaned forward and dragged her tongue slowly up the underside of his cock, from base to tip. She licked again, savoring the taste, then opened her mouth and took the head between her lips. Then she wrapped both hands around his thick cock, stroking it as she licked again, savoring the taste.

Zaeryn groaned low in his chest. The strict, terrifying Professor Jade on her knees, lips stretched around his cock, still trying to act like she was in control. It was hotter than it had any right to be.

He slid his fingers into her silver-streaked hair, gripping firmly. "Good girl."

Then he took over.

He pushed deeper, slow and deliberate, feeding inch after thick inch into her mouth until he pressed against the back of her throat. Jade made a wet, choked sound, her eyes watering, but she didn’t pull away. Zaeryn held her there for a moment, savoring the tight heat of her throat, before drawing back just as slowly.

He started fucking her face with long, heavy strokes—harder than before, but controlled. Each thrust pushed deep, stretching her lips wide, the head of his cock bullying into her throat. The wet, obscene sounds of saliva and muffled moans filled the office. Drool spilled from the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin onto her heaving breasts.

’Too thick... i...can’t breathe...’ Jade thought, even as fresh arousal flooded between her legs. ’Why does this feel so good? Why do I want him to use my mouth like this?’

The sight was better than he’d imagined. Her storm-cloud eyes were glassy, watering, yet she kept looking up at him with that perfect mix of defiance and desperate hunger.

He tightened his grip in her hair and thrust harder, slower, forcing more of his length into her throat with each stroke. The wet, filthy sounds of her gagging and sucking filled the office.

Jade’s hands clutched his thighs, nails digging in. Her pussy was throbbing again, dripping down her thighs. Every slow, deep invasion of her mouth sent sparks straight to her clit.

’This is humiliating... I’m drooling all over his cock like a desperate whore,’ she thought, even as another helpless moan vibrated around his shaft. ’And I don’t want him to stop.’

"Fuck, Jade," he muttered, voice rough with pleasure. "Your mouth feels even better than I imagined."

Jade moaned loudly around his cock, the vibration traveling straight through him. Her hands clutched his thighs, not pushing him away but pulling him closer. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, but she kept sucking, tongue working desperately along the underside of his shaft every time he drew back.

Zaeryn kept the rhythm brutal and unhurried—long, deep strokes that made her gag and drool, then slow grinds that kept her throat full. Every time she thought she couldn’t take any more, he pulled back just enough for her to gasp a breath before sliding in again.

He pushed in again, holding himself buried in her throat for a long, deliberate moment before pulling back just enough for her to gasp a desperate breath, then sliding back in even harder.

Eventually, Zaeryn reached the edge. With a low groan, he firmly gripped her streaked hair, pulling his cock completely free from her lips as he ejaculated across her breasts. His semen streaked over her collarbone and down into her cleavage, completely marking her with his release.

When the final pulses subsided, Zaeryn stood over her for a moment, his chest heaving as he took in the sight. Her disheveled clothes, her flushed skin, and his thick release coating her breasts completely shattered her remaining authority. He let out a low, satisfied exhale.

Without a word, he calmly tucked himself away, zipped his pants, and buckled his belt.

The professors cheeks were red from embarrassment. For the first time she could think straight.

"Out," Jade demanded, her voice thick but laced with a sharp edge of lingering defiance.