On Her Professor’s Bed: Alpha’s Plaything

Moans & Groans

Chapter Three

Thalina

“I want to f**k this these t**s…” He stopped and squeezed my boobs, his fingers roughly pinching my n*****s through the thin fabric of my shirt. A low, guttural growl escaped his lips as he tugged on the sensitive peaks, making my body arch into him.

God! No man has ever touched me this way. He knew just where and how to touch me.

"These perfect t**s," he murmured, his breath hot against my skin as he lowered his head, brushing his lips over the fabric. "I’m going to devour them." His growl was followed by a sharp snap of his teeth, sending shivers through me, my whole body trembling with pleasure.

In one swift motion, he ripped open my shirt, buttons flying across the room, creating sounds that only added to sparks flying around. His hands moved to cup my bare boobs, squeezing them firmly as his mouth latched onto one of my n*****s, sucking hard while his other hand teased the opposite one, rolling it between his fingers.

Fucking hell… This was it? This was how good it felt? I didn’t want this to stop, I wanted to have them in his mouth for as long as I wanted. The way his tongue slide over my n****e was so smooth, subtle, and blissful.

I moaned, my body overwhelmed with the sensation of his mouth on me, the roughness of his hands squeezing the other one sent waves of heat through my core. I was dripping with wetness. His tongue flicked over my other n****e, and I could feel the wetness pooling between my thighs as I squirmed beneath him.

“Tell me how much you love it, little slut…” he growled against my skin, his teeth grazing my n****e just enough to make me gasp.

“I love it… so much.” I whispered breathlessly, my voice trembling with need. “I love how you touch me.”

He pulled back, his eyes dark with lust as he stared down at me. "Damn right you do," he muttered before clearing the stuffs on his table to a side, and lifting me on it. His hands roaming down my body, his fingers tracing over the waistband of my pants. "Now let’s see how wet you are for me.”

He gripped the waistband of my jeans, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. "Jeans!" His voice erupted in a low, menacing growl that sent shivers through my spine. "Weren't you trained enough? You don't come to me in jeans!"

"What... what am I supposed to wear?" | asked, feigning innocence, though the fire in his gaze told me that game wouldn't last long.

"Don't f*****g play with me.” He spat, his hand moving swiftly to seize my neck. The heat of his palm pressed against my throat as he leaned closer, his breath heavy with frustration and desire. "Skirts. Short, free, easy. I don't have the patience to fight with denim when I want to take what I want. I just want to push that skirt up and f**k you." His eyes darkened with a dangerous gleam. "Do you understand?"

1 nodded quickly, but his grip only tightened on my neck, my heart racing as the pressure of his hold sent cold chills through my body.

"What did I say about using words?" He snarled, vibrating with power as his face hovered dangerously close to mine.

My breath hitched, my p***y clenched harder than it had already. Oh! That look on his face. It sent my boobs yards against my chest, and my p***y dripping with more fluid.

"Yes.... Daddy," | whimpered, my voice barely above a whisper, but loud enough to satisfy him.

He smiled, but it wasn't a gentle smile- it was filled with something darker, more primal. "That's better." His grip loosened slightly, his thumb brushing against the pulse point in my neck before his hand slid down my body. "Next time you show up in jeans, I won't be so gentle. I'lI tear them off and leave you with nothing." His fingers grazed the hem of my pants. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy," | breathed out.

"Good girl." He smirked, his eyes roaming over me like a predator circling its prey. His hand slipped lower. “Now, let’s see just how wet you are…” he licked his lips.

He roughly unbuttoned my pants and yanked them down, his hands immediately slipping between my thighs. His fingers brushed over my soaked underwear, making me quiver in delight, and a wicked grin spread across his face.

“Just as I thought,” he whispered, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’re so ready for me.”

His fingers slid under the fabric, teasing my swollen and sore folds as I gasped, pressing my hips toward him in desperation. He chuckled darkly, his thumb circling my clit, sending jolts of pleasure through my body.

"You're dripping, baby girl," he growled, rubbing harder. "So eager, so desperate. You can't wait to have me inside you, can you?"

I whimpered, my breath coming in shallow gasps as I struggled to form words. “Please... I need you.”

He stepped back, savoring my neediness for a moment before pulling me toward him. In one swift movement, he raised one of my legs on his shoulder, pressing my back against the table. His hands gripped my hips tightly, and I could feel the hard length of him pressing against me.

I wanted him so bad. I wanted that c**k inside of me.

“I’m going to f**k you so hard… you won’t be able to walk tomorrow,” he hissed into my ear before sliding my underwear down, exposing me completely.

I braced myself against the table, feeling the anticipation coil tightly in my stomach as he positioned himself between me. Then, with a forceful thrust, he pushed his finger inside me, and immediately pulled it back.

“f**k!” He grunted. “You’re so tight.” He pushed a finger into me first, and then joined it with another, filling me completely.

I cried out, the sudden sensation overwhelming as he didn’t give me a moment to adjust, pounding his finger into me relentlessly.

“You like this, don’t you?” His voice was low, rough, and demanding. "Say it. Say you want more."

“Yes!” I gasped, my fingers curling against the table as my body shuddered from the intensity. “I want more… please, don’t stop, Daddy!” I writhed from a side to the other.

He gripped my hips even tighter, holding me in place, his fingers digging into my flesh as he worked in and out of me over and over again, each thrust harder than the last. The room was filled with the sound of his finger sliding into me, the slurpy sound, my breathless moans, and his ragged grunts of pleasure.

“God… you’re so tight,” he growled, his voice dripping with lust. “You take my fingers so well, like you were made for this. I can’t wait to have my c**k inside your tight p***y!”

His words sent a jolt of electricity through my body, and I could feel the heat building inside me, rising higher with every thrust. I pushed back against him, meeting each of his movements with equal fervor, desperate for more. My mind was spinning, lost in the intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure.

He leaned forward, his breath hot against my ear as he whispered, “I’m going to eat you out, my little slut. Every inch of you... you’re so damn hot.”

The words sent a shiver running down my spine, melting my p***y into an ocean of tranquil blues. He was a total stranger, a man I had just met, a professor in this school, but I wanted him so bad, as though I had been longing for him for years.