1 NoTurning Back
My heartbeat increased rapidly; I tried to take a deep breath to steady my heartbeat, but he captured my n****e between his lips, sucking hard enough to draw a moan from deep within me.
He sucked and ate my inner thigh like a strawberry, flicking his tongue on my c******s.
My eyeballs rolled, then he came back up again to my breast; he sucked my left n****e hard, his teeth grazing me.
Flicking his tongue around my already pointed and hard n****e while his hand pinched the other one until I cried out for more, begging him to f**k my already wet pu**y, he f**ked me as no one had ever done to me in a long time.
He caressed my breast and sucked it. I moaned in pleasure all through the time as he f**ked me like a slut.
He was so deep inside of me from this angle, hitting places that took me out of this world.
My vision blurred at that point. I could feel it as everything exploded, the heat of his cumming filling me up and my own orgasm hitting me like a wave.
My legs trembled violently beneath me, every nerve in my body numb, as though time itself had frozen around us.
My chest rose and fell in uneven breaths while panic clawed at my throat.
Dear God… What have I done?
The thought echoed endlessly in my mind.
Had I really just crossed that line? Had I truly given myself to my own student?
My fingers shook as I hurriedly gathered my scattered clothes, pulling them on with desperate haste, unable to bear the weight of his gaze on me.
I kept my eyes lowered, too ashamed to look at him.
“Barry… I’m sorry,” I whispered weakly, my voice trembling.
“I shouldn’t have let this happen. This was a mistake… a terrible mistake.”
I swallowed hard, fighting the storm inside me. “It can never happen again. Please… let this stay between us.”
For a moment, silence filled the room like a suffocating fog.
Then he scoffed softly.
“Why are you apologizing, Ma? ” he asked sharply, his tone carrying not even a trace of regret.
He stepped closer, calm while my entire world threatened to collapse. “We’re both old enough to make our own choices.”
His eyes locked onto mine with unsettling confidence.
“Or…” his lips curled slightly, “are you saying you didn’t enjoy it?”
Because I know fully well you did as much as I did.
“And I want us to do this again, baby.”
The word hit me harder than it should have.
Baby?
My breath caught in my throat as I slowly turned to him, my pulse hammering violently against my ribs.
For a second, I could only stare, disbelief and panic crashing through me at once.
“What?” I whispered, my voice sharp with shock.
“Baby? Are you out of your mind?”
He leaned lazily against the desk, completely unbothered by the storm raging inside me. The dangerous smirk playing on his lips only made my stomach twist tighter.
“I am still your lecturer,”
I snapped, trying to regain control, trying to sound stern enough to bury the trembling beneath my voice.
“You’re my student. Whatever happened here should never happen again.”
A tense silence stretched between us.
Then he chuckled softly, slow and reckless, his eyes dragging over me in a way that made my skin burn.
“Whatever you say…”
he murmured, stepping closer until the air between us felt suffocating.
“My sexy lecturer.”
My heart was hammering, but underneath the embarrassment, something else was burning hotter, and something inside of me kept wanting more and more of his c**k.
I hurriedly packed my bags to go home; he quickly grabbed my hand, spun me, kissed my forehead, and whispered in my ear,
"You are mine, and that sweet pu**y of yours is mine and mine alone; there will be no stopping me, and I will keep f**king and taking that pu**y till I'm done with it!" … Okay! Baby, you are mine! Tapping my butt, he smiled and left my office.
At home, I was in the bedroom when the thought of Barry sparked in my mind—the way I imagined him pinning me down in a big soft bed.
Ripping my clothes off, sucking my breasts, and eating and f**king my pu**y until I couldn't think straight and my pu**y was wet already.
I was still lost in my little fantasy world when the bedroom door flew open with a violent bang.
My husband staggered in, shouting my name like a raging high school bully looking for his next victim.
The sharp scent of alcohol filled the room instantly, and at that moment, my heart sank.
I knew he was drunk again—and I knew the night would end the same way it always did, with bruises, fear, and his cruel hands on me once more.
And to my greatest surprise, he just slammed into the bed without uttering a word to me.
The next morning, as I made my way down the quiet hallway toward my office, I suddenly froze mid-step.
From a distance, a tall masculine figure stood motionless in front of my door. My heartbeat stumbled violently against my chest.
Please, God… Let that not be Barry.
A wave of panic swept through me so fast it nearly stole the air from my lungs.
My heart pounded wildly, faster than a runner racing toward the finish line. I squinted nervously, trying to make out the stranger’s face, but the closer I looked, the more confused I became.
No… this figure was taller than Barry.
Then who was it?
My thoughts spiraled instantly into chaos. I tried to steady myself, tried to walk normally, but my body had already betrayed me.
My fingers turned cold and stiff at my sides, while my legs suddenly felt too heavy to move.
Every step toward that office felt like walking toward a nightmare waiting to swallow me whole.
Fear crawled under my skin.
Did someone find out about yesterday?
Did anyone see what happened between Barry and me inside that office?
The memory flashed through my mind so vividly that my stomach tightened with dread.
My breathing became uneven as a thousand terrifying possibilities flooded my head at once.
Maybe Barry had told someone.
Maybe someone had walked past the door.
Maybe—
The mysterious figure shifted slightly.
I stopped breathing.
Curiosity and fear twisted together inside me so tightly that I could no longer tell which one is stronger.
