Chapter 3 Extra Credit 3

• Extra Credit 3
• [MILA]
• A smile was on my face as I knelt in front of Professor Reid. He was staring down at me as I unbuttoned his pants, and I could see desire dancing in his eyes. I had locked the door, and I skipped back to his chair so we could finish what we started.
• He was still nervous, and his hands were gripping the armrests so tightly, his knuckles had turned white. But there was no denying the huge erection he had, and I was about to help him calm down.
• I tugged his pants down, and his boxers followed, revealing just how desperate his body was for relief. My breath hitched slightly, not because I was scared, but because I was curious. I wanted to know what it felt like to have that kind of power—to bring a man like him to his knees with nothing but my mouth.
• I wrapped my fingers around his length, slowly stroking him as I looked up at him. “You’re really tense, Professor,” I murmured, licking my lips. “Let me help with that.”
• Then I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the tip. He hissed softly. That one little sound made my stomach flutter. I took him into my mouth, slowly, deliberately, savouring the way he groaned as I slid deeper.
• I used my tongue to tease the underside as I bobbed my head, my hands gripping his thighs for balance. Every flick, every swirl of my tongue made him breathe harder, louder. His hands twitched on the armrests, like he wanted to grab my hair but didn’t dare.
• “Fuck, Mila…” he muttered, his voice hoarse, barely above a whisper. “This is insane…”
• I pulled back just enough to smile up at him. “So stop me.”
• He didn’t.
• So I went deeper.
• My pace quickened, my lips and tongue working in tandem as I hollowed my cheeks. His hips jerked slightly, and I felt his thighs tense under my palms. I could tell he was close—but he was fighting it, struggling to hold on.
• I popped off him with a soft wet sound, my hand still stroking him slowly as I looked up. “Let go, Professor. You’ve been so good… Don’t you think you deserve a little relief?”
• The moment I took him back into my mouth, he lost it. His head dropped back against the chair, his jaw clenched, and his breath came in ragged bursts. I moaned around him, and that was all it took.
• His hands finally left the armrests and tangled into my hair, not rough—just desperate—as he spilled into my mouth with a deep, broken groan that made my thighs clench.
• When it was over, I pulled back, wiped the corner of my lips with my thumb, and smiled sweetly.
• “Feeling better now, Professor?”
• “I... I am. Where did you learn how to do that?” he asked, and I giggled.
• “Lots of practice, Professor. I guess you could say I've gotten quite good over the years,” I responded with a smirk, and he let out a low chuckle.
• “Well then. It's my turn to show you what I know about pleasure,” he said, and I looked at him in confusion.
• “What do you mean by that?” I asked, and he pushed the swivel chair to the back as he stood up. He walked towards his desk and started clearing the things on it.
• “It's my turn to pleasure you, Miss Rowe,” he replied, and I laughed unsurely.
• “You don't have to do that, Professor. This whole thing is about me satisfying you. I'm all good,” I responded. I wasn't all good, but he didn't have to know that.
• “That’s not how this works. I’d be mad not to return the favour,” he said, voice low and eyes narrowing. “Get on the desk... or I’ll put you there myself.”
• My breath caught. He was serious—and that dark shift in tone made my thighs clench.
• My legs went weak. Before I could move, he crossed the room, lifted me like I weighed nothing, and set me on the desk.
• The cold against my skin did nothing to settle the storm inside me.
• His eyes were glossed over as he stared at me. He stood between my legs and started to kiss my neck. A long, drawn out moan escaped my mouth, and my eyes fluttered shut as he nibbled on a particular spot.
• He slid one hand between my legs, and I gasped, heat flooding my cheeks.
• “Fuck, you're so warm,” he murmured against my neck, rubbing slow circles over the fabric.
• I moaned as I heard him say that, but it quickly turned into a wince when I felt him bite down on my neck. My eyes shot open as I felt the pain. What the fuck was he doing? Was this man secretly a vampire or something?
• Those thoughts disappeared when he resumed sucking my neck and licking the spot he bit, and that was when I realized that he was marking me. That was surely going to leave a hickey.
• He left my neck and traced kisses down my body—he sucked from my chest to my breasts, and I was a moaning, sweaty mess as he took his sweet time exploring my body.
• I grabbed his shirt, holding tightly onto him as he came back up to my mouth and started kissing me. I moaned into his mouth, and he groaned as I sucked his bottom lip into mine.
• Professor Reid broke the kiss abruptly, and he nudged me to lay down on his desk. I felt nervous as he said that, but I laid down anyway, the cold desk a stark contrast to my hot body. He tried to take off my bodysuit, but he struggled with it.
• “Let me take it off–” I was saying when the sound of ripping lace filled the air. I gasped in shock as I looked down at the tattered mess he turned my bodysuit into. “That was expensive, you know.”
• “Remind me to get you new ones after this,” he said, and with that, he dragged me closer to the edge of the desk, and he started kissing his way up my thighs.
• He kissed and teased my thighs, deliberately avoiding the one place I needed him most.
• I groaned, bucking my hips toward his mouth. He just chuckled.
• Was this funny to him? Was he really deriving joy from tormenting me? How cruel could he be?
• “You said you wanted to give me pleasure, Professor. This is punishment,” I managed to say, and he laughed harder.
• “You sound so needy, Miss Rowe,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my belly.
• “Of course I’m needy,” I whined, squirming under him. “You’re torturing me.”
• “Beg for it, Mila. Tell me what you want from me,” he said, my face turned red.
• “I want you to eat my pussy, Professor. Please, make me cum for you,” I drawled, and he smirked.
• “Good girl,” he murmured before attacking my pussy with his warm mouth. I released a shaky breath as he flattened his tongue and lapped up my wetness.
• I gripped the edges of the desk, my legs buckling as his tongue found my clit. My eyes fluttered shut as he sucked my clit, and pressure started building up in my belly.
• “Fuck, Professor. Keep going. I'm going to cum,” I said between pants, and I felt him smile against my pussy.
• “Look at you, begging like a good girl. So desperate for my mouth…” he said, and that tipped me over the edge. I gasped as my pussy pulsed frantically. My mouth fell open, and I panted as Professor Reid kept licking my clit. Any more licking, and I was sure I was going to spontaneously combust.
• “You’ve got no idea how good you taste. I’m not stopping till you scream again,” he continued, and I let out a small scream as he sucked another orgasm out of me, just like he wanted.
• “You're so fucking sexy,” he said as he took his mouth off my pussy and came to kiss me. I moaned as I tasted myself on his lips.
• We kissed for a few more seconds before he broke it off, and I could see uncertainty in his eyes as he gazed at me. “Let's go to my house...to finish what we started,” he mumbled, and I looked at him in surprise.
• “What? We can just finish here? We're almost done...” I responded unsurely.
• “I can't fuck you on my desk. The position is weird, and the friction will break your skin,” he responded, and I hummed, seeing reason in what he said.
• “Right. That's makes sense,” I said with a nod. “But first, you have to do what I am here for.”
• His eyes widened in realization as I said that, and he chuckled in amusement. “Right. How could I possibly forget?” he murmured as he walked over to his laptop.
• “I want an A+ for good performance,” I said with a grin, and he laughed.
• “But I am yet to see you perform. How am I sure it'll be up to my expectations?” he joked, and I giggled.
• “If it helps, I promise to give you a spectacular performance,” I whispered with a wink, and he chuckled.
• “Alright then. An A+ it is,” he said as he typed away on his laptop. After a few seconds, he turned the screen towards me, and a feeling of relief washed over me upon seeing the change of score.
• “Thanks for changing it,” I murmured with a smile, and he nodded.
• “You're welcome. Now let's get out of here,” he responded with a smirk, and I got off the desk.
• We dressed in silence, the air still humming with tension. My cheeks burned the whole way to the garage as I anticipated what was coming next.
• [REID]
• The second the door shut, I turned around, pressing Mila against it, lips crashing into hers like a man starved. Our tongues tangled, and she moaned into my mouth, her fingers tugging at my shirt like it offended her. I took off her coat, and before I knew it, she was naked in my bed, sprawled like a dream I didn’t deserve.
• And I was done playing nice.
• I knelt between her thighs, spreading her open and staring down like I was admiring art. My cock throbbed at the sight of her already soaked pussy—damn, this girl was addictive. I leaned in, dragging my tongue slowly from her entrance to her clit, savouring the taste of her. She bucked beneath me, gasping my name, and I grinned against her skin.
• “You like that, baby?” I murmured, voice hoarse.
• “Yes, fuck—keep going,” she whined, clutching the sheets.
• I didn’t stop. I licked, sucked, teased, and tormented her clit until her thighs were shaking around my head. I pressed two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and Mila cried out, arching off the bed.
• “That’s it, pretty girl,” I groaned. “Cum for me.”
• Her body locked up, and she let out a broken sob as she came on my tongue, her pussy clenching around my fingers so tight I saw stars. I didn’t stop until she was squirming, whimpering from overstimulation.
• And then I flipped her.
• She let out a startled gasp as I pushed her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up, and positioned myself behind her. I stroked myself slowly, watching her glistening folds twitch with need.
• “You ready to get fucked properly, Mila?”
• “Yes, please—just fuck me already, Professor,” she begged, looking over her shoulder, eyes heavy-lidded and glassy with lust.
• I slid into her in one deep thrust, groaning at how tight and warm she felt. Her body jerked forward, a strangled moan leaving her lips. I gripped her hips and slammed into her again, then again, until I found a brutal rhythm that made the bed creak beneath us.
• “Fuck, baby. You feel so fucking good,” I growled, leaning forward to slap her ass hard enough to leave a print.
• She yelped, then moaned louder. “Harder, Professor—please.”
• Fuck, she was a devil in disguise.
• I pounded into her like she asked, spanking her again and again until her ass was flushed red, and she was screaming into the pillow. I reached around and rubbed her clit in tight, fast circles while I fucked her, and she came again, screaming my name.
• I didn’t stop.
• I pulled out and flipped her again, spreading her legs wide and thrusting back in. I watched her face this time—watched every reaction, every gasp, every moment her lips parted in pleasure.
• “You’re mine, Mila,” I muttered, leaning down to kiss her hard. “You get that?”
• “Yes,” she moaned, wrapping her legs around me. “I’m yours.”
• That lit something dangerous in me. I gripped her wrists, pinned them above her head, and fucked her like I was trying to own her soul. Her body trembled beneath me, and when I felt her walls tighten again, I knew she was close.
• “Come again, pretty girl. Make a mess for me.”
• She shattered with a cry, her nails digging into my back as she fell apart. I chased my own release right after, spilling deep inside her with a guttural groan. My whole body tensed, hips stuttering against her as I emptied every last drop into her.
• We were both panting, chests heaving as we stared at each other, sweat-slicked and dazed.
• “Damn,” I whispered, brushing sweaty strands of hair from her face. “What the hell are you doing to me?”
• She giggled, pulling me down for another kiss. “Returning the favour, Professor.”
• I chuckled breathlessly and rolled off her, dragging her onto my chest.
• We lay in silence for a while, and I traced patterns on her bare back.
• “You’re insane, you know,” I muttered. “Coming into my office like that, locking the door…”
• “Worked, didn’t it?” she teased.
• “Too well,” I grunted. “Now I can’t get you out of my head.”
• “Guess I’ll have to keep reminding you then.”
• She looked up at me with a smirk, and despite how wrecked I felt, I felt my cock twitch again.
• I was fucked. Truly.
• “Round two?” she asked innocently.
• “I should probably revoke your grade for excessive mischief,” I said dryly.
• “Then I’ll just have to work harder for extra credit.”
• She crawled down my body, her mouth already trailing heat.
• This girl was going to be the death of me.
• And I’d die with a fucking smile.