“f**k… you’re clenching around me so good,” the masked stranger growled, his hand still fisted in my hair. “Does it turn you on? Getting f****d on your professor’s desk after stealing from him?”
I bit my lip hard, refusing to answer. Tears slipped down my cheeks and landed on the scattered papers beneath me.
He laughed low and dark, then slapped my ass sharply. “Answer me, Lila.”
“Yes,” I gasped, voice breaking.
“Liar.” He pulled my hair harder, arching my back as he pounded deeper. “You’re dripping down my c**k because you love being a dirty little traitor.”
The wet sounds of him f*****g me filled the room. I hated how my body responded. The shame mixed with pleasure made everything feel more intense.
He reached around and rubbed my c**t roughly. “c*m for me. c*m while you’re betray
