1. Academic Dishonesty 3


    Date: 5/4/2017, Categories: Reluctance, Author: eve_mercurio, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    making him immobile. “What?” he finally manages to gargle, somewhat confused and in shock. “You couldn’t take the more traditional route and seduce me. You didn’t have the decency to buy me flowers, take me to dinner, and charm my panties off, did you?” I hiss, before grinding myself against his hips and leaning back to cup his hardened package through his jeans. A light moan is his only response. I lean over and whisper in his ear. “I’m okay with that though," I say grinding my hips against him and moan at the sensation, while trailing my finger down from his parted lips to the opening of his button up shirt before unbuttoning the top. “What happened to wanting me to be your bad girl, Professor?” I ask, seductively. Our eyes meets before he forces me down onto him. Our lips and bodies comes into contact with each other, smashing against one another, and our tongues fight for dominance. His strong arms hold me against him until I am flipped over so that I am underneath him and he continues to kiss me, with his hardened member grinding itself against me. I bite his lower lip and a large growl is heard. Our eyes meet, his sea green orbs have such intensity that I squirm underneath him but can’t seem to look away. This time when he leans down to kiss me, it's softer, sweeter, and more delicate but I want something stronger. I kiss him back with more force and probe his mouth with my tongue, the wetness between my thighs begging for more. He tries to slow down the pace but I ...
    don’t relent. I wrap my legs around his waist and press us closer together. He kisses down my chest, his agile fingers un-lacing the corset, expertly, to release my hardened nipples before capturing them in his mouth. My fingers intertwine with his hair, loving the softness. He was the forbidden fruit I was willing to taste for one last time. “Bad girls get punished,” he growls, flipping me over onto the desk. “Only if they get caught,” I smirk, escaping his grasp and running to the other side of the desk. We stare at each other, each of us on opposite ends of the desk, anticipating the other’s move. He lunges to the right and I counter his move. “Stop playing games with me, Anne,” Professor Carter threatens. His clothes are truly rumpled, and I can see his hard on signaling his arousal. I arch my eyebrow and smile, challenging him. In a flash, he jumps over the desk and has successfully shoved me into the wall. His lips trace my neck sucking and biting at the flesh forcefully, and I moan in pleasure. “Ohh,” escape my lips, as he manages to take off the rest of my corset and captures my breasts in his mouth once again. My hands roam his back, pulling off his shirt and trail down to his pants to release his member. The instant my hands wrap around his shaft, he grabs my hands and pins them to my sides. “You’ve been very, very naughty," he whispers into my ear, heatedly. “Have I really?” I tease. He growls, his face inches from mine, before lifting me up. My legs instinctively wrap ...
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