Late Night Lesson

Nina stood outside Professor Aryan Malik’s office, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. It was late—almost 8 PM. The hallway was deserted, the lights dimmed, casting long, eerie shadows. It was the perfect time for secrets.

She took a deep breath and knocked softly on the heavy wooden door.

“Come in,” his deep, commanding voice called from within.

Nina pushed the door open and stepped inside, her heart still racing. Professor Malik looked up from his desk, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, collar loose, tie undone. His dark hair was slightly disheveled, and there was a hint of stubble on his jaw. The sight of him like this, so casually disheveled, made her thighs press together involuntarily.

“You again,” he said, a smirk playing on his lips. “Still worried about that final grade?”

Nina shut the door behind her, the click echoing in the silent office. “I’ll do whatever it takes to pass,” she said, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach.

He raised an eyebrow, amused. “Whatever it takes?” he repeated, his voice low and dangerous.

Nina didn’t answer with words. She dropped her bag to the floor and stepped in front of his desk, slipping her top off slowly. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath, and his eyes darkened as he took in her bare breasts.

Professor Malik stood, the air between them thickening with tension. “You know this is against every rule I’m supposed to follow,” he murmured, his voice hoarse as he gripped her chin, forcing her to look up at him. “And you still want to play this game?”

She nodded, her breath hitching. “Please…” she whispered.

His grip on her chin tightened, and he leaned down, his lips brushing against hers. “You’re playing with fire, Nina,” he warned.

She closed her eyes, her lips parting slightly, inviting him in. He didn’t disappoint. His mouth crashed down on hers, hard and demanding. She moaned into his kiss, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair.

He turned her around abruptly, bending her over his desk without warning. Papers scattered as her moan echoed in the quiet office. She could feel his hot breath on her neck as he slid her skirt up, grabbing her hips and yanking her panties down in one swift motion.

“Dripping already?” he growled, his voice laced with lust. “You came here ready to be fucked like a bad student.”

She gasped as his hand smacked her ass hard—once, twice—leaving red marks that burned with pleasure. She could feel her juices dripping down her thighs, her body aching with need.

Then she felt it—him—grinding between her cheeks, hard as hell. She pushed back against him, a desperate whimper escaping her lips.

“Beg for it,” he ordered, his voice harsh.

“Please, sir…” she panted, her body trembling with anticipation. “I need it. I’ve been so fucking wet for days.”

Without another word, he pushed inside her—deep, thick, stretching her open with one brutal thrust. She cried out, her nails clawing at the wood of his desk.

“Fuck!” she screamed, her body convulsing as he began to move.

He didn’t stop. He pounded into her, rough and relentless, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her face pressed to the desk, cheek smearing her own essay as he grabbed her hair and pulled back, forcing her to arch her back.

“You wanted this grade? Then earn it,” he growled, his voice a low rumble in her ear.

She took everything he gave—thrust after savage thrust—moaning shamelessly, drooling on the desk, her body trembling with each powerful stroke. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room, a symphony of lust and desire.

He flipped her over mid-fuck, lifting her legs and shoving in deeper from above, his chest over hers, biting her neck. She could feel his heart pounding against her chest, his breath hot on her skin.

“Fucking tight little pussy,” he growled, his voice strained with effort. “I should’ve failed you just to do this again.”

She screamed his name as her orgasm hit, her legs shaking violently, her body convulsing with pleasure. He followed seconds later, groaning deep into her ear as he spilled inside her, filling her full.

They lay tangled on the desk, breathless, her thighs glistening with his release. He looked down at her, his eyes softening for a moment.

“That was reckless,” he murmured, his voice hoarse.

She smirked, brushing hair from her face. “So is failing me now,” she replied, her voice laced with challenge.

He chuckled darkly, his eyes burning with lust. “Get dressed, Nina. I’ll see you next week.”

She paused at the door, her panties still in her hand. “Should I wear a skirt again?” she asked, her voice teasing.

His eyes burned through her. “You’d better,” he growled.

She blew him a kiss and slipped out the door, leaving him alone in his office, his body still aching with desire. As she walked down the empty hallway, she couldn’t help but smile, knowing that she had him right where she wanted him. And she intended to keep him there.