Chapter 141 Bent Over Professor's Desk

• I’d spent the entire week trying to convince myself I could keep control. Every time I pictured Lila walking back into my office—those cherry-red lips, that tiny skirt, the way she’d crawled to me last time like she was starving—I had to grip the edge of my desk and breathe through it. I’d jerked off in the shower twice a day, hand rough and fast, imagining her gagging on me again, her mascara running, her throat squeezing around my cock until I couldn’t think straight. But I always stopped short of coming. I saved it. Told myself if she came back acting like a brat again, I’d make her pay for every second I’d spent denying myself.
• She showed up at 5:50 on Friday, just like last week. The building was dead quiet—most faculty had cleared out for the weekend, the janitor wouldn’t start rounds until seven. Perfect timing for what I had planned. Or maybe the worst possible timing, because the risk made my blood run hotter.
• She didn’t knock. Just pushed the door open, stepped inside, and locked it behind her with a soft click that sounded louder than it should have. Today’s outfit was criminal: a pleated navy skirt so short it barely skimmed the curve of her ass, a white blouse knotted under her tits so the bottom swell of them peeked out every time she breathed, and those same thigh-highs that made her legs look endless. No bra—I could see the stiff peaks of her nipples pressing against the thin cotton. And when she turned to face me, I caught the flash of bare skin between her thighs. No panties. Again.