Chapter 148: Her Office: Starved Teacher (R-18) I let her. Her body under my hand was fire. Soft, but strong. Warm. Real. And the second my palm rested there, she didn’t pull away. She pressed in. Every nerve in my body lit up. My fingers flexed, feeling the curve of her, the heat radiating through that tight fabric of her dress, I could still remember when I first saw her when i joined the school. She’s been like my only teacher fantasy and now here we are. Gods, I am going to love her... but before that... I am going to fuck her senseless just to bur our first time in her office, deep into her memory. She leaned into my ear, her voice barely audible, her breathe caressing my ear making my whole body electrolyzed. She had this much power over my desires. "Do you want to know what the surprise is?" she asked. My voice was almost gone barely holding my lust back. "Tell me." She smiled against my jaw, lips brushing the skin there. "I asked you to lock the door." I didn’t speak. Didn’t blink. I just looked at her. Locked door. Her voice, her body, the air—it all felt like temptation wrapped in velvet, and I was barely hanging on. My hand was still on her hip, fingers flexing slightly over the curve, and when I pulled her closer, she didn’t resist. She stepped right into me, her chest brushing against mine, lips a breath from mine. "You know what I want," she said, her voice soft but full of heat. I did. But I wasn’t just going to take her. No. I was going to make her feel every damn second of it. So I slipped one hand beneath her thighs and the other behind her back and lifted her like she weighed nothing. She gasped—soft, surprised, breath catching in her throat—but her arms flew around my neck instantly. "You always do that," she whispered against my jaw. "Like I’m weightless." I smiled into her skin. "You are." She clung to me tighter with her legs. Her thighs squeezed around my waist, warm and firm, and I carried her across the room like I owned the space, like the world had narrowed down to just her body in my arms and the tension crackling between us. Her breast had grown firmer from being turned on too and feeling my cock in her thighs. The table was cold beneath her thighs when I set her down, but she didn’t care. Her dress had ridden up just enough to show the tops of those silky stockings—and fuck, the way they hugged her thighs? My self-control cracked another inch. I stood between her legs, her knees spreading for me without hesitation, and for a moment, I didn’t touch her. I just looked. The way her chest rose and fell fast under that tight black dress. The little tremble in her fingers as she reached up and played with the collar of my shirt. The mess she was becoming—and the power I had to make her come undone, slowly. "Say it," I said quietly. She blinked. "Say what?" "What you want." Her lips parted. Her breathing faltered. "I want..." Her eyes met mine, dark and desperate. "I want your hands on me again. I want to feel you take your time and still make me beg... I want your head between my widespread legs as I hold you there while you lick my pussy... tongue in my pussy while you tease your teacher’s clit, Peter~ I know how much you boys fantasize about me... Show me you’re the only person for that. Make love to your slutty teacher." That was it. I grabbed her thighs, spreading them just a bit wider, and leaned in. My lips brushed hers—but I didn’t kiss her. Not yet. Instead, I kissed her cheek. Her jaw. Down to her neck, where I took my time tasting her skin like I’d been starved for it. And maybe I had. She tilted her head, giving me more room, and her fingers tangled in my hair like she was trying to ground herself—but her legs? They kept pulling me closer. "God," she whispered, "why do you make everything feel so intense?" "Because you’re not just a body to me," I murmured against her throat. "You’re everything." Then I finally kissed her. And when I say kissed—I mean devoured. But slow. Controlled. Like I was trying to memorize the taste of her mouth one breath at a time. My tongue broke her mouth apart like finding her tongue for a passionate battle. She moaned softly into it, her hands sliding under my shirt now, nails grazing skin, desperate for more. But I kept the rhythm slow. My lips moved with hers, tongues battling fiercely, my hands steady on her waist as I pushed her back a little, laying her down on the table so I could hover over her. Seeing her spread on the table of her office while its content lay scattered on the ground... as she surrendered everything, trusting her body to her student that had made her feel alive. she looked hot her big melons inviting me. Her hair spilled across the cool metal, her dress hiked dangerously high, and she looked up at me like I was both her sin and her salvation. And then I dragged my hand slowly—so slowly—up her leg, over the soft curve of her thigh, fingers dancing along the edge of that stocking. Her skin was so smooth... warmly smooth burning me with want while my hands making her feel all the desires she’s been holding back today. "You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this," I said. She bit her bottom lip. "Then show me." Her voice echoed in my head. "Then show me." I didn’t rush. I didn’t speak. I just let my fingers continue their journey, brushing up the inside of her thigh, she made an attempt to clench them in one place to make the sweet feeling there but she did not. Other places needed daddy’s attention, I continued... slowly enough to make her squirm and moan under me. Her breath hitched, and I caught the tiniest sound—half gasp, half whimper—when my hand slid just beneath her dress. She gripped the table to ground herself with this much pleasure from just my lust demonic hands. She was warm. No—burning. Her skin was silk under my fingertips, and I swore I felt her shiver travel through her whole body each time I traced gentle circles just above the edge of her panties. Not touching where she wanted. Not yet. I wanted her craving it so bad she forgot everything else—her name, her job, the world outside this locked classroom. Her hips lifted just slightly, chasing my hand, as she squirmed and moaned, and I chuckled softly against her skin. "Patience, Isabella. Patience" Her fingers fisted the front of my shirt, knuckles white. "That’s not fair." I kissed her again—soft, but deep. Lips parting hers. Tongue brushing slow and purposeful on her clean teeth she was fighting to clench in pleasure since my hands weren’t resting either, I went past her teeth defense I was exploring her mouth all over again. "Who said this was supposed to be fair?" My hand moved higher reaching the deepest parts of her inner thighs. I did not even reach there instantly but I could feel the warmth of her pussy emanating from there caressing the skin of my hand. I pressed forward and my hand reached her heated pussy. She gasped again—louder this time—as my fingers brushed over her soaked panties. God. She was already drenched. I groaned quietly, forehead pressing to hers. "You’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you?" She nodded—barely. "Say it." "I couldn’t stop," she breathed. "Every class, every second. All I could think about was you touching me. Like this. Just like this." That broke something in me. I leaned down, kissing a path from her collarbone to the edge of her dress. My fingers slid beneath the hem slowly, pushing the fabric higher, revealing inch after inch of skin. My lips followed—mouth tracing heat along her stomach, her hips, the soft skin just below her navel. She whimpered again—soft, needy, breathless. I looked up at her from between her thighs. "You don’t get it yet, do you?" I said, voice low. "You’re not just sexy, Isabella. You’re... dangerous. You ruin men." "I only want to ruin you," she whispered. Fuck.