The Professors Forbidden Heart

His Dangerous Promise

You're wet already. Aren't you? He growled against my lips.

sliding his hand up my thigh “I barely touched you, and you're f*****g soaked.”

Hearing that made me feel sick and dirty, like a w***e without shame.

But I kept thinking about all the things he was going to do to me that moment and how I needed it more than I'd ever admit.

Get the f**k ready, baby.

He whispered, then his fingers traced from my inner thighs to my wet p***y, slow and deliberate.

My body reacted instantly; my skin tingled and my breath caught.

His fingers were f*****g me slowly, curling just right, dragging against my walls in a way that made my legs shake.

You need to remember whose fingers are inside you,

baby.” He snapped. curling his fingers and f*****g me hard.

My body jolted. Richy then undid his belt. The sharp clink of the buckle sent a thrill. through my chest.

His c**k was thick, hard, and already dripping. "I'm not stopping until you're wrecked and leaking with my c*m, baby."

He rubbed the blunt heat of his thick c**k against my soaked entrance, teasing me, sliding through my walls but never pushing in.

I lifted my head, watching him between my legs.

Richy gripped my thighs. and shoved them higher, forcing my knees to my chest. He didn't slow down for a second; he buried himself deep, relentlessly and hard.

Fuck…yes…fuck me…

"Richy!" I gasped, tilting my head back, my nails clawing back at the glass desk.

He growled, rocking his hips once, slow, deep, and steady. I felt every bit of him, his grip, his weight.

“You feel that?" he gritted out. slamming into me again. "That's what you've been missing, baby.

His thrust picked up to become thicker, rougher, and faster.

I gripped the edge of the desk as Richard grabbed me by the throat with one hand, the other gripping my waist as he thrust his thick c**k deep inside me.

"Yes, f**k me, just like that, baby…” I groaned.

Without warning, he shoved inside me in one hard, violent thrust.

Ahhhhh!! I screamed.

It was too much. He was so big. "Shhh, be quiet, baby!!" he hissed, leaning over me.

His chest pressed into my back. "The students are in the hallway. You want them to hear you get what you deserve, baby?”

He increased the pace; he was hitting my

G-spot with every deep plunge.

My eyes blurred.

I was out of this world; I was seeing the stars.

The pleasure was extreme.

Ooh, Richy. Ah…fuck…ooh… I'm… I'm…coming… Richy…

The orgasm hit me so fast and hard, hitting me like a wave;

I threw my head back, biting my lips so hard I tasted blood just to keep myself from screaming.

"Get on your knees and suck my c**k, Sofi babe.

" I dropped to my knees like a slut and wrapped my hands around his thick one. I stroked it slowly and deliberately while Richy tried to hold back a moan.

The moment my tongue touched the tip, his breath hitched. I then took him into my mouth and pulled back slowly with a soft pop.

I then massaged his balls with one hand and began to pop my head slowly and steadily, taking him deeper into my mouth with every pass.

Fuckkk…fuckkk… I'm going to c*m. Richard moaned loudly as he slammed his c**k into my mouth, thrusting relentlessly. as I choked around him, but I didn't stop.

He pushed his c**k deep down my throat until he c*m inside my mouth.

His words wrapped around me like a dangerous promise, hot and possessive, stealing the air from my lungs.

“You’re mine now,” he breathed against my lips, his chest rising hard with every uneven breath.

As he grabbed his clothes and put them on. “You knew exactly what this meant the moment you opened yourself to me, baby.

And trust me… I’m never letting you go again.”

The hunger in his eyes made my heartbeat stumble.

He leaned closer, capturing my mouth in a slow, deep kiss that tasted of longing, obsession, and years of unfinished desire.

It wasn’t just a kiss—it felt like a claim, like he was trying to erase every lonely night we had spent apart.

A shaky smile escaped my lips as I bent to gather my clothes from the floor, my fingers trembling while I dressed myself in a hurry.

My entire body still burned from his touch, from the way he had made me feel alive again.

“Ooh, Richy…” I whispered softly, glancing at him through heated eyes. “You’re unbelievable.

You’ve always been this good.” I let out a breathless laugh, pressing a hand against my chest. “God, I missed you. I missed us.”

His gaze darkened with satisfaction as he watched me.

“I hate admitting this,” I continued quietly, my voice thick with emotion, “but I’ve been starving for affection… starving to feel wanted.

My husband has never made me feel the way you do, Richy. Never.”

“I know,” he said firmly, stepping closer until his fingers tilted my chin up toward him.

“And you’ll never feel neglected again. Not while I’m here.”

The confidence in his voice sent another wave of heat rushing through me, but beneath the desire was fear—sharp and heavy.

“But Richy…” My voice cracked slightly.

“I’m scared.” I lowered my eyes for a moment before meeting his gaze again.

“God knows I want you. I want you more than I should… but this is wrong.

Everything about this feels dangerous.”

For a brief second, silence filled the room, thick with tension and temptation.

Then he brushed his thumb slowly across my lips and murmured, “Maybe it is dangerous, Sofi… but some loves refuse to stay buried, no matter how hard we try.”

Ooh, Richy.…

“Sofi… here’s my card.”

He slipped a sleek black card from the inner pocket of his jacket and held it out to me.

For a second, I only stared at it, my fingers refusing to move as though touching it would awaken something dangerous between us again.

“Call me,” he said softly, but the intensity in his eyes made it sound less like a request and more like a promise.

My throat tightened.

“I’d love to see you again,” he continued,

taking a slow step closer. “Not here… not in your office where these cold walls keep interrupting us.”

A faint smile curved against his lips, mysterious and tempting. “Somewhere more suitable. Somewhere we can actually talk.”

The air between us suddenly felt too heavy to breathe.

“Let’s catch up, honey,” he murmured, his deep voice sliding over my skin like velvet.

“Tomorrow night. Dinner.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out.

Then his gaze slowly traveled over me, deliberate enough to send a nervous shiver through my body.

“And when you come…” he said quietly, leaning closer until I could feel the warmth of his breath near my ear, “…wear something sexy for me, baby.”

My heartbeat stumbled violently against my chest.

Before I could recover from the shock of his words, he straightened, giving me one last unreadable look that left my mind spinning with questions I wasn’t ready to answer.

And just like that, he walked away… leaving his card in my trembling hands and his presence lingering in the room long after he was gone.