I barely make it to my office, barely get behind closed doors before I’m growling and yanking at the buckle to my belt. My cock’s been hard enough to drive nails with the entire lecture, and it’s been that way because of her.

Ellie.

Her, sitting there like fucking original sin; like sweet untouchable temptation sitting front and center for my lecture. The scoop-neck shirt was enough to get my cock throbbing in my pants, but when she uncrossed and recrossed her legs, giving me that little flash of snow-white panty there in the shadows between her legs, it was enough to get my dick hard as diamond.

Part of me wants to think the little flash was on purpose, even if that’s so out of character for sweet little bookworm Ellie Thompson. On purpose or by mistake though, that little peek of white lace was enough to get me tripping over my words the whole damn lecture. It was enough to get images of that tight little body with those succulent little curves swimming through my head the whole class, to the point where I could barely concentrate on whatever the fuck I was saying.

And it was enough to get me here, ready to jerk my cock like some sort of horny teenager in my office again. Because I know she’s untouchable, but it only makes the hunger for her all the the more voracious.

I’m groaning as I reach into my pants and wrap my hand around my dick, but then comes the small knock on my office door.

I freeze, squeezing my eyes shut and hoping to God I made it up, but it comes tapping again. A tender, quick little knock that has me blowing my air out through a clenched jaw as I stuff my cock back into my pants and try and clear my head.

I take another deep breath, trying to get my heart back to a semi-normal pace, before I turn and jerk the door open.

Oh, fuck.

It’s her - every cock-throbbing, eye-popping, forbiddenly tempting inch of her. Her bright blue eyes are wide and blinking, her face flushed a gentle pink, and her strawberry blonde hair falls in tendrils, framing her soft face. Her chest rises and falls quickly with her breath, like she’s just run a mile or something, and I can’t even pretend to keep my eyes from dropping to those perfect, creamy white mounds as they heave beneath the scoop neck of her sweater.

“Um, Professor?”

I swallow and blink as I drag my eyes back up to hers, those soft, crystal blue eyes that I just get lost in. “Ellie, uh, hi.”

She bites her lip, looking so nervous and innocent and vulnerable. “You, um, you said I could stop by if I ever needed anything?” Her eyes dart quickly around my face before her brow furrows. “I’m so sorry, it’s probably too late.”

Her face goes red and she starts to turn, but I reach out and stop her with a hand on her arm.

Fuck she’s so warm. Her sleeves are pushed up a little over her forearm, and it’s there that my hand rests, skin on skin. And its soft, and flawless, and smooth, and I clench my jaw at the thought of running my hands over every single inch of her body to see how soft everything else is.

I clear my throat and force a smile to my face to cover the raw lust. “No, not at all, Ellie. I told you, I work late.” I wink as I let go of her arm and gesture. “Here, come on in.”

She bites her lip again, a grin teasing the corners of her mouth and her eyes flashing before she nods and steps past me into the mid-sized office lined with bookshelves.

I gesture towards the small loveseat against the wall. “What can I do for you?”

What can I do TO you, I want to growl out loud, picturing my cock sinking into that tight, yielding cunt.

Ellie takes a step towards the loveseat but then stops and turns back quickly, a look like she’s wrestling with something on her face that actually gives me pause. She genuinely looks worried and conflicted about something.

“Everything okay?”

She blushes and lets out a small laugh. “Oh, yes, sorry.” She grins at me. “Yeah, everything’s okay. I just wanted to thank you for intervening with Ted the other day.”

“I hope I wasn’t stepping over a line.”

“Oh! No, not at all,” she says quickly.

“Boyfriend?”

She groans a little and rolls her eyes. “No.” She sighs. “Well, maybe we sort of were, but he cheated on me because I wouldn’t-” She stops suddenly and blushes before shaking her head.

“Wouldn’t what?”

Her face is bright pink as she looks up at me shyly. “I- it’s nothing.”

“You sure?” I frown. “I’m all ears if you want to talk.”

“I wouldn’t, um, do things with him.”

I raise an eyebrow, resisting the urge to grin at the deep flush that blooms across her cheeks and the top of her chest, not to mention the sense of glee I get knowing that little shitbag didn’t get a piece of her.

“Seriously?” I shake my head. “That guy stepped out on a girl like you?”

Her face falls a little. “Yeah, he’s kind of a jerk.”

“He’s a fucking Goddamn idiot.” I immediately regret how forcefully I say it the second it comes out. Her eyebrows shoot up. but then she’s giggling as she grins at me.

“You think so?” Her face perks up even more as she smiles shyly at me, her eyes darting across mine.

“I know so, Ellie.”

She blushes again. “Thanks, Professor Martin.”

I roll my eyes as I lean back against my desk. “Liam works just fine, you know.”

She grins.

“So, uh, anything else I can help you with today?”

I groan inside the second I say it and see her face freeze a little. And I want to kick myself since it sounds like I’m trying to get rid of her. I shake my head quickly. “You, uh, you reading anything good these days?”

Ellie’s face seems to brighten, her shoulders relaxing a little, “No, actually. Any recommendations?”

I laugh. “Plenty. Ever read Hutchins?”

She shakes her head, her eyes never leaving mine.

“Aww, man!” I shake my head. “You’ve gotta read his latest,” I say, pointing to one of the top shelves behind her.

I go to move past her towards the rolling ladder to the side of my office that spans one of the extra-tall bookshelves, but she stops me. “Oh, I can get it!” She says with a bright smile. And before I can stop her, she’s turning and starting to climb the wooden ladder. “Which shelf?”

But I barely hear her, like her voice is coming at me from underwater or something.

Holy shit.

Because now she’s four steps up the ladder right in front of me. And she’s wearing that short little pleated skirt.

…And I can see right up to the tiny patch of lace white pulled tight across the lips of her pussy before disappearing between the cheeks of her ass.

I’m utterly mesmerized, utterly frozen with my eyes hungry and locked on that sweet untouchable prize, like a little peach - barely covered, barely legal, and right in front of my face. My cock roars in my pants, and I’m so mesmerized, in fact, that I don’t even hear her ask a second time.

But it’s when I hear her small gasp and the soft “oh” that my eyes jerk up to her face.

And our eyes lock.

“Fuck,” I swear, suddenly feeling the rush of adrenaline turn to something else as I quickly take a step back. “Shit, Ellie, I’m-” I shake my head as I take a deep breath and look up at her again. “Fuck, honey, I’m so sorry, that was out of li-”

“Do you like what you see, Professor?” Her voice is soft, and so tender sounding, and the combination of the two is insanely hot to my ears and has my cock rising right back up to attention.

“Ellie, I didn’t mean to-”

“I don’t mind,” she says, her face going bright red as she sucks her bottom lip between her teeth.

I freeze, one hand still on the wooden ladder, blood roaring in my ears. I slowly look back up at her. She’s still standing there, four rungs up and looking coyly and shyly over her shoulder at me.

And I can still see her panties.

“Ellie, maybe you should come down from th-”

“I really don’t mind, Professor,” she says again, her eyes flashing at me as she swallows thickly. “I think it’s only fair.”

I force my eyes up from her panty-clad pussy to her face again, my brow furrowing. “Fair?”

“I-” She blushes furiously. “I saw you,” she says quietly. “The other day, here in your office.”

Here in my-

OH FUCK.

The flash of movement, the cracked open door, and the empty hallway, the night I’d jerked off in here thinking of her. And suddenly, it’s all clicking as my jaw clenches and my muscles tense. My eyes pierce into hers, and I can see the heat and the same hunger there in hers that I know is writ across mine.

“Ellie, honey-”

“I- I liked what I saw, Professor,” she says softly. Slowly, she starts to turn on the ladder, until she’s facing me, looking down perched there above me.

“Could-” She blushes bright red again, and I can feel the blood pumping my dick rock hard as I watch the way her tits rise and fall with her breath.

“Could I see it again?”

Holy shit.

“Ellie,” I say quietly, barely trusting myself to talk to her with how ready I am to bury every inch of my dick inside of her. “I think you should leave.”

The fuck I do. I don’t, really. Leave? Fuck that. I want her to stay right here, preferably with her legs spread and my cock buried balls-deep in that tight little eighteen year old pussy. But I also have a job to think about. I have rules and consequences of breaking them to think about.

“I won’t tell anyone, Professor Martin,” she says softly, and she says it so innocently and sweetly that I literally groan out loud at how hard my cock gets when she’s says it.

“It can be our little secret,” she says with a hushed voice.

It’s so fucking wrong, but damn if hearing sweet little Ellie Thompson say shit like that doesn’t have me ready to tear those panties right off her and bury my tongue in her slit.

“Fuck, Ellie,” I growl, letting my eyes roam freely over her nubile young body.

“Do you want a better look, Professor?” She says, grinning shyly as she bites her lip. And before I can say or do anything, she slowly starts to pull up on her skirt. I groan as more and more of her creamy thighs are revealed. And when she pulls it higher still and the lacy white of her panties pulled right across her pussy comes into view, I growl.

She’s wet, and I can see it plainly there between her legs. Her panties are wet across her pussy, making them mold to every soft contour of her forbidden place.

“Is this what you were trying to see earlier in the lecture, Professor?” She says with a little grin across her lips.

“Jesus, Ellie,” I growl. I’m moving forward then, drawn to her, and confident that nothing in the fucking world could stop me now. My hands slide up from the wood of the ladder to her legs, and I feel her shiver at the contact of my hands across her soft warm skin.

I’m moving closer still, my mouth inches from her thigh and my breath hot across her skin when she moans.

And there goes the last shred of my restraint. My hands slide right up her thighs, my fingers hooking into her panties. She whimpers then, her breath coming quick as I start to pull them down over her hips. I slip them down until the soft, pink, wet lips of her perfect, barely legal pussy are revealed to me, and I growl.

Holy fuck yes.

Ellie cries out as my mouth slips against her pussy. Her whole body shakes like she’s been shocked, almost falling off the ladder as her hands go to my hair and grip me tight. She tastes like sweet honey, and I groan as I bury my tongue deep in her slit as I drag her panties the rest of the way down her legs.

“Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Ohmygod!”

She’s whimpering and gasping, her hips bucking against my mouth as I lick her. My hands slide up to grab her ass, holding her to my mouth as I let my tongue curl over her clit. I reach down with one of my hands and yank my zipper down and pull my cock out, and then I’m grunting into her sweet young pussy as I stroke myself.

“It’s so good!” She moans as her body quivers beneath me, and I can taste more of her wetness pour over my tongue.

“Oh my God, Professor! Professor Martin! I- I think I’m-”

My tongue dances across her clit, and suddenly her whole body goes rigid before she suddenly screams and bucks her hips hard against my mouth.

I grab her as she starts to collapse on the ladder, catching her in my arms and bring her down and against me as she whimpers and gasps.

“Oh my God, so, so good…” she mumbles into my chest.

She gasps as I pick her up, her legs wrapping instinctively around my waist, a moan falling from her lips as I run my mouth across her neck. I’m spinning us around then, and sitting her down on the edge of my desk.

And then I’m kissing her, hard, and I know she can taste herself on my lips, but I don’t care, and if she does, she sure as shit doesn’t act like it. She’s moaning and clawing at my shirt as I reach down to the edge of her sweater and start to push it up her chest. Her full, ripe young breasts are soft and warm in my hands, and I growl as I realize she’s not even wearing a bra under it.

She pulls away from my hungry kiss to let me pull the sweater over her head, slipping it over her gingery-blonde hair and tossing it aside, before I let my eyes feast on her.

Jesus fucking Christ.

She’s perfect. She’s only eighteen years old, and half my fucking age, and so fucking off-limits, but she’s perfect. She half-strewn across my desk, her breasts high and firm on her chest, the light pink nipples hardened in mouth-watering little points. Her skirt is pushed up around her waist, and with her legs slightly spread, I can see the pink wetness of her tight little pussy.

Off-limits my ass, I’m going to make this girl mine.

She’s moaning as I kiss her, my fingers sliding over her pussy as I drop my jeans and my briefs and step out of them. I shrug my shirt off, and she’s cooing as she runs her hands over my skin and my tattoos and my muscles as I move against her.

“Please, Professor,” she gasps into my mouth as my hand slides up into her hair. “I want you to! I want you to have me.”

And its music to my fucking ears.

I growl into her mouth as I slide the throbbing head of my cock against her dewy wet lips. She feels like hot silk, and I can feel her wetness drip down my cock as I start to push the head inside.

Suddenly, she’s tensing up, and she pulls away from me to bite her lip and furrow her brow.

I stop, and frown. “You okay, honey?” I peer into her wincing face. “Look, we don’t-“

And then I get it. It’s that look in her eye that suddenly floors me.

She’s never done this before.

Holy shit.

I start to shake my head and pull away, but she wraps her legs around me, holding me close. “Wait, no! No, I want you to!”

“Ellie, Jesus, are you-”

She nods her head and I swear.

“No, really! I want it to be you, Professor!”

God help me, my cock twitches when she calls me that. I’m still pressed right up against her, her lips slightly parted around just the head of my cock like two wet petals, and I groan as I feel her muscles there flutter against my cock.

“Ellie, I can’t be your first, honey.”

“You can, Professor Martin.” Her eyes are wide and her face is flushed pink as she holds me against her like that and looks pleadingly into my eyes. “You’re not like the other boys at school here, and I always wanted it to be with a man, like you. I don’t want my first time to be drunk at some frat party.”

The idea of some little frat shitbag touching this girl has me seeing red for a second, and the caveman inside of me screams mine.

The rational part of me wants to resist and say this is wrong, and that we should stop. But it’s the other part of me that already knows what I’m going to do. It’s the primal, animal side of me that wants to claim this girl in every conceivable way. It’s the side of me that wants to make her mine, make her come, and make her scream my name as I fill her fertile young body with my seed.

Ellie takes my hands and slides them across her full, soft tits, and I groan as I feel her rock her hips forward, slipping another quarter inch of my cock head inside of her and making her whimper.

“Please, Professor?” Her tongue darts out across her lips. “Fuck me with that big cock.”

Yeah, take a guess which side wins.

She moans as I grab her face in my hands and kiss her fiercely, bruising her lips with mine. “This is only gonna hurt for a second, baby,” I growl as I start to ease my cock forward. She winces, and then cries out as I start to sink inside. But then suddenly, I just start to slip right inside, and we’re both clutching at each other and moaning as I drive every single thick inch of my cock inside her virgin pussy.

“Oh my GOD!” She moans, tossing her head back and clawing at my chest. “Oh my God it’s so big!”

I let her get used to the size for a second, feeling her impossibly tight young pussy gripping and rippling around my thick shaft. I start to slide out, and her eyes dart up to mine like she’s worried I’m stopping. But then I drive in again, rocking all the way back inside until my balls are resting on her ass, and she moans as her breath catches in her throat.

And then I start to fuck her.

She eases back across my desk as I spread her legs wide and start to pump my cock in and out of that wet little slit. She’s moaning and writhing, and arching her back off the desk as I hold her hips and drive into her again and again.

Her flawless, tight young eighteen year old body fits me like a fucking glove, like her pussy was made for my dick. I slide a hand up to cup and squeeze her gravity-defying tits, bouncing high on her chest as I fuck her with deep, even strokes. Her ginger hair fans out around her head, and her eyes are squeezed shut in ecstasy as she clutches at papers on my desk, sending books and reports scattering across the floor.

“Fuck me, Professor Martin!” She moans, her hands coming to her breasts and pinching her nipples as she gasps and looks up at me. “Show me how a man fucks!”

It’s like a dare, and I growl as I grab her by the hips and just start to pound into her. She starts to gasp and moan beneath me, ‘yes, yes yes’ babbling from her lips as I bury my thick cock in her again and again. And for a second, I’m aware that I’m not even wearing a condom, but I also just don’t fucking care.

I want to fill her up. I want to unload every drop of my cum inside her fertile young body. Fuck it, I want to make her belly swollen with my child.

The very idea of knocking her up like this has my cock throbbing even bigger inside her silky wet pussy, and I know it’s not going to be long before I explode.

She’s so wet and so fucking tight around me. She’s arching and bucking against me, moaning and pulling at her nipples as papers go flying from the desk. Hell, the desk itself starts squeaking against the floor as I pound into her over and over again.

“Oh God, I’m going to come! I’m going to come! Make me come, Professor! Make-!”

Her mouth opens in this silent scream, and then I can feel her already impossibly tight pussy clenching my cock like a velvet vise as she starts to climax. And it’s the reality that my sweet, innocent, straight-A bookworm of a barely legal student is coming with my cock balls deep inside of her, that pushes me over the edge.

I roar as push as deep as I can and just explode inside of her, bare and totally unprotected. I’m shooting rope after thick rope of cum deep inside her, filling her up so much that it starts to leak out as I pump one more spurt inside of her.

I’m seeing double as I come to a halt and gasp for air.

Holy fuck.

Ellie is panting, her big soft tits heaving on her chest and her face red and flushed. Slowly, she raises herself off the desk and grins this huge, adorable smile at me as her eyes flash.

“That was wonderful,” she whispers before I press my lips to hers and kiss her slow and deep.

I slowly ease out of her, groaning first at the feeling of my cock leaving the confines of that perfect, slick pussy and then at the sight of my pearly white cum trickling out of her. I raise my eyes to her and she’s grinning, and practically glowing as she lays there propped up on her elbows catching her breath.

Damn this girl looks good after she’s been fucked.

“Thank you,” she whispers.

She giggles as I snatch her panties off the floor and use them to gently clean her up before pulling my pants back on.

“Professor?”

We both whirl at the knock on the door, her jaw dropping and her eyes going wide before she snaps back to me, her face white.

“Quick!” I hiss, slipping my shirt back over my head and kicking the papers strewn across the floor under the desk.

“Professor Martin? A word?”

Fuck me, it’s Susan, the department head.

“Just a minute!” I say, trying to keep my voice even.

Ellie yanks her sweater on and hastily pushes her hair back from her face. “How do I look?”

Yeah, she definitely looks like she just got fucked.

I only give her a quick, searing kiss though as I nod. “Good enough for me to take again right fucking now.” She blushes and I push a strand of hair behind her ear. “Ready?”

She grins and nods, her eyes wild and her face still flushed and glowing.

I open the door to Susan, the department head, who looks startled when she sees Ellie over my shoulder. She clears her throat. “Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t realize you were in office hours.”

I smile pleasantly at her, trying not to think about the fact that I can still taste Ellie’s pussy on my tongue. “Oh, I work late,” I say, giving her my most charming smile. “So, anything else Ms. Thompson?”

Ellie bites her lip and shakes her head as she moves past Susan and I. “No, thank you Professor.”

Susan’s smiling at me in way that says she clearly doesn’t know I just deflowered this particular student across my desk. The pleasant look in her eyes says she has no idea I was just balls deep inside the girl standing before her, filling her up with every drop of my cum that’s probably still dripping down her legs.

Ellie turns as she moves past Susan and arches a brow at me. “I think I understand how it all works now, Professor Martin.”

Susan is still facing me, so she doesn’t see the downright wicked glint in Ellie’s eyes as she winks at me and blows me a quick kiss before slipping down the hallway.