Billionaire's Sinful Desire

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Professor Rollins cleared his throat, introducing the topic we'd be talking about today and going over some announcements, like he did at the start of every class, and a moment later, my phone buzzed.

1 swallowed hard, wanting to ignore it... but I couldn't ignore the warmth pooling between my legs. So, I turned the brightness on my phone all the way down and opened the message from Everett's dad.

I have something for you.

My heart raced, and I drew my knees together. Mr. Douglas had something for me.

Be a good girl and play with yourself back there during my presentation, and maybe I'll give it to you when class is over.

I swallowed hard, staring down at the message. Oh my God. My p***y was already throbbing, aching to have him inside of me again. I felt like a schoolgirl in a f*****g porno, seducing the teacher, playing with myself as everyone looked at him, but he only looked at me.

Where would he take me this time? Over this desk when we were finished? In one of the many empty bedrooms at his house? Maybe on his office desk in the middle of the workday while everyone listened.

My cheeks flushed. I typed and retyped my message to him about ten times, unsure about how I should respond to him.

"And no cell phones, Miss liza." Professor Rollins stood in front of my desk, arms crossed over his chest, giving me a pointed stare. My cheeks flushed a deeper red, and I parted my lips to say something-anything at all--but he stopped me. "Do you want me to take the extra credit point away from you?"

My eyes widened, and I stuffed my phone into my backpack. "No, sir, sorry." My gaze flickered to Mr. Douglas . "It won't happen again. Mr. Douglas has my full attention."

After Rollins introduced Mr. Douglas as the CEO of Stardom Engineering, Mr. Douglas placed his phone down on the podium in front of him and started his boring lecture about what an entrepreneur really was and how much work it really took and blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

All I did was sit there, staring at him from the back of the classroom, with his son right next to me and ground my legs together, needing to feel some type of friction between my thighs.

My eyes closed briefly, and when I reopened them, he was staring right at me, his eyes flickering to my legs.

I crossed my arms over my chest, brows furrowing together, and tugged lightly on my n*****s through my bra without drawing Everett's unwanted attention to me.

My lips parted, a rush of pleasure hitting my core. I moved my hips slowly against the chair, just needing Mr. Douglas to be inside of me. I hadn't stopped thinking about him since last week.

All I had imagined was his big c**k sliding down my throat, sitting on his desk, getting pounded by the CEO of Dad's company.

I gnawed on the inside of my lip and pulled out my phone. I should've been giving Mr. Douglas my full attention... but I wanted to have his full attention, and I knew the perfect way to do that.

So, I hid my phone under the desk, scrolled through my private photo album, and chose a picture I had sent Nicka a while ago. It was me in a schoolgirl skirt and a tight white tank top.

My n*****s were pressed against the material, and everything-I mean, everything-was on full display to him.

After pressing my knees together, I sent the message. His phone buzzed against the hardwood podium. He paused, gazing down at it, and clenched his jaw. His breath hitched, and for a moment, I swore he stumbled over his words.

"There are"-he grasped the top of his tie, tugging on it just enough "barriers..."

I sucked in a deep breath. All I wanted him to do was step out from behind the podium and show me how hard my picture had made him.

I gazed down at my phone, about to send him another picture, when Professor Rollins appeared at my desk. I quickly tapped on the home button, my text messages disappearing, and stared up at him with wide eyes.

"Give me the phone, Liza," he said, trying to stay quiet, but the whole class had heard him.

I pressed my lips together, shutting it off so he couldn't go through it, and placed the phone in his hand.

"I'm disappointed in you. Your extra credit has been forfeited."

My eyes widened, and I cursed myself. I wasn't passing this class.

Mr. Douglas gave me a small, hidden smirk from the podium, and I slouched down in my seat. He continued his stupid lecture for the next fifteen minutes while I sat in my seat, arms crossed over my chest, panties soaked.

The pressure had dissipated, yet that linger had remained. That linger of a promise. Mr. Douglas had something for me, and I had done as he asked. Well, sorta.

By the way he continued to gaze at me with those dark, dangerous eyes ... It was enough for that linger to grow until I had the urge to push my hand back under the table again and touch myself in front of everyone for him.

But I didn't. Instead, I sat in my chair like a good girl and tried my hardest to stop thinking all these dirty thoughts about him.

When class was over, I gathered all of my belongings, stuffing them inside my backpack. Nick bashed Professor Rollins to me for him taking my phone, but I just told Nick I didn't care that it happened and hoped to God he'd leave before his father did.

All the other students in the class, but I waited behind Mr. Douglas and Professor Rollins talked.

I needed that damn phone before anyone went through it. They would find out everything. Everything.

Rollings gazed at me for a long time,nodding his head to Mr.Douglas and then handed him my phone. Rollins gathered his belongings and walked right out of the room. Nick lingered by the door.

Mr, Douglas gazed over at him. "I'll meet you at the house for dinner," he said. "I need to talk to miss (surname) beforehand about"- he held up my phone - "this. Don't wait for either of us."

Nick nodded his head and left the room, leaving me alone with Mr Douglas in a deserted college business classroom. He walked to the front of the desk and leaned against it, crossed one leg over the other and sighed slow but deeply.

I took three heavy breaths and dragged by feets over to him, trying not to look too excited about the fact that we were left alone . Because I wasn't. I really, really wasn't. Intact, I was dying of anxiety. It's a classroom for f**k sake- anyone could have forgotten a notebook and come back for it. I stared up at him, my gaze lingered on the bulge in the front of his pants.

He held up my phone. "Do you think that little stunt you pulled was funny?" He asked with his left brow raised.

"Depends," I said, batting my lashes at him. "Did it make you hard?"

He placed the phone down on the desk, stepped around me, and placed his large manly hands on my shoulders. Gently squeezing. "Why don't you tell me?" He stood behind me, held my right palm open and placed it on the bulge in his pants.

He didn't move away as I hoped, so I gently squeezed the bulge. He curled his left hand almost roughly around my throat and pulled me harshly against him. He's lips against my ear.

"How could I not get hard, seeing you dressed in a short miniskirt, n*****s pressing against your tank top, begging for me to just tug on them?"

He trailed his fingers down my chest and grabbed my breast.

He pushed his hips harder against my ass, letting me feel his huge cook. "Watching press your legs together for the past hour because you couldn't handle the pressure in your tight little count."

I sucked in a deep breath, pushing my knees together even more.

"I bet you were wet for me the moment I walked through that door."

I shifted from foot to foot, the ache becoming almost unbearable.

He tugged on my n****e through my shirt and asked, "Am I wrong?"

I closed my eyes and shook my head, unable to even mutter the quietest no.

"Good, now on your knees for me, liza."

My eyes widened. " But... anyone could just walk right in."

His lip curled into a smirk. "They could." He pushed me down onto my knees, slid his finger under my chin, and made me gaze up at him.