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"If anyone finds out about this I will lose my job.” Cooper warned. Truth was, he didn’t give a fuck about this job but he was, per Lucy’s findings on the Rate My Professor app, the highest rated (and the hottest rated) professor at the university. And Lucy MacLean deserved the best.
“I know and I’m sorry but I need you, Cooper.” She whispered back.
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She needed him. Yeah right. He knew better than anyone what was morally right and wrong. She was young and confused. He tried desperately to resist Lucy’s antics. It should’ve been easier than it was. Oh yeah, she needed him? Cooper snorted. She needed him like she needed another assignment to occupy her apparent lack of common sense. Her next few advances were combated with additional extra credit assignments (like actual assignments get your head out of the gutter) which she promptly (and aggravatingly) turned in the next day always completed. Nothing had happened yet.. yet. This was wrong. But he was just a man. And after several months, Halloween was finally his breaking point. When Lucy came to class dressed as the sluttiest police officer that he had ever seen he almost fell to his knees and begged her to spread her legs right then and there. It was the longest 45 minute lecture session of his life — which he had to do seated because he was certain his erection would be visible through his jeans. Her big doe eyes were locked on him the entire class. Hungry. Taunting. Challenging. She wouldn’t let this go. He chewed at his bottom lip in frustration and continued his lecture.
Thank the gods that the dismissal bell held true to the correct time. Cooper was about to sweat right through his dark blue button up. The effort of maintaining control and finishing his lecture with Lucy obediently in her seat eye fucking him was a great one. When the last student walked out of the lecture hall, Cooper thoughtlessly bolted from his chair towards the door to lock them in so they could talk. In his brief absence, Lucy had found her way to his desk, tracing her index finger along the edge seductively. Fuck me, she looks delicious. This was wrong. Wrong. Wrong. But she looked so right in those fishnet stockings and that tight short black faux skirt. In an instant all reason left him and his body was plastered across hers like he would cease to exist without her touch. The desk screeched in protest as it slid a couple feet backwards at a sharp right angle with the momentum of his thighs hitting the edge when they embraced and their lips passionately met in a heated kiss. Fuck she was heaven. Through kisses, she unbuttoned his jeans and greedily fumbled for his throbbing cock.
An unexpected knocked at the locked door startled Lucy and she jumped back in surprise. “Busy!” He growled over his shoulder, ripping through her fishnets exposing her beautiful wet pussy to him. Unbeknownst to him, panties were apparently optional in his class. Cooper lifted his large hand to hold it fast against Lucy’s mouth, freeing his cock from the confines of his jeans with his other hand. He froze in place to give her one last out. Take it, Lucy. Take it! He looked back up at her to find her pupils blown. Her eyes were fixated on his cock. Last chance over. He couldn’t wait another second. He pinned her against the desk and abruptly slammed his thick cock inside of her. His hand was tight against her mouth, muffling her scream. Fuck she was everything. He buried himself to the hilt and she bucked her hips against him. Greedy little thing. Always wanting more. He’d never admit it, but he loved it.
Another knock at the door. He thrust his hips into her again with so much force that he unintentionally sent the desk screeching backwards another foot into the wall following an explosion of papers and pens and highlighters flying around them in every direction. Lucy threw her head back with her nails digging rifts into the wood at the immense pleasure. He leaned down to leave love bites along her collarbone with each thrust, his free hand hitching up her knee so he could push his cock into her core impossibly deeper. She silently begged him for more and cried out against his palm with soft kisses. Her mascara ran down her face in dark streaks. Her cheeks were covered in lipstick smears and saliva splotches from his sloppy work of muffling her moans. You’re so pretty, Lucy MacLean. I need you too.
“Cooper? Is everything ok?” Oh. That was his wife. Barb always had impeccable timing. Lucy’s eyes widened in fear and he lifted his hand from her mouth with a smirk and redirected it to stroking her clit daring her to make a sound. She shook her head, tears streaming down her face at the looming prospect of having to stop but they had to stop.. right?
Cooper shook his head trying to regain some logic. Don't go insane, Coop. This is insane. His fucking wife was outside the door. But his lover was beneath him. The answer was fairly obvious. The only logical thing to do here was to make Lucy cum. Cooper pulled his cock from her and knelt, his mouth sucking and kissing at her clit and 3 of his fingers buried into her dripping sex to fill the void that his cock had left. Lucy gasped and her hands both came up to cover her mouth in an attempt to mute the moan that followed. Her back arched off the desk and she squirmed in anticipation while he devoured her. Cooper doubted that he’d ever be unable to get enough. He was frantic. He wanted to please her. He wanted a different life. He wanted Lucy MacLean. The knocking on the door persisted. Lucy rocked her hips into his tongue for more. Naughty girl. He nipped and sucked at her sensitive clit and heard her quiet sob of pleasure as she let go for him and came. He graciously took his time licking her clean while her cunt spasmed beneath his fingers and tongue. After a couple moments, she finally removed her hands from her mouth, gasping from the overstimulation that Cooper forced her to take. “Fuck.” He whispered when she was cleaned up, resting his forehead against her shaking, sticky thigh. She was perfect.
“Cooper I’m coming in.” He heard Barb holler from behind the door turning her spare key into the lock. Fuck! He had forgotten about the spare key. He was fucked.