Darkest Cravings (90 Types Of Lust)

Chapter 5: My Lecturer Deflowered Me.

“Dig it in, moron.”

I thrust deeper into her, my hips already touching hers.

You might be wondering how I got here.

It started small. A lingering handshake. A slow blink held a second too long. Once, she smacked my ass in the empty corridor after class and kept walking like nothing happened.

Now I’m balls-deep in my lecturer, f*****g her for grades.

Her desk, cold against my thighs. Papers scatter. A red pen rolls off and hits the floor. She doesn’t care.

I’m buried to the hilt, her cunt gripping me like it’s trying to keep me there. She’s still in her blouse, buttons half-open, skirt shoved up around her waist. No panties. She never wears them when she calls me in after hours.

“Harder,” she snaps, voice low and sharp. “You want that A, don’t you?”

I drove into her. The desk jerks. Her nails dig into my forearms. She’s tight — tighter than I expected for a woman who talks like this. Every thrust punches a small, wet sound out of her. She bites her lip to keep quiet, but the office walls are thin and we both know it.

“Look at you,” she mutters, eyes locked on where we’re joined. “f*****g your lecturer for marks. Pathetic.”

The words should sting. Instead they made my c**k throb harder inside her. I grip her hips and pull her onto me, forcing her to take every inch. Her head falls back. A soft, broken sound slips out.

I lean over her, bracing one hand on the desk. “You started this.”

She laughs, breathless and mean. “And you’ll finish it. Or you fail.”

I f**k her harder. The desk scrapes across the floor. Her breasts bounce with every thrust. I can feel her getting wetter, the slick sounds louder now. She’s close. So am I.

Her hand shoots up, grabs my jaw, forces me to look at her.

“Don’t you dare come before I do.”

I nodded, jaw tight, and kept thrusting. Her eyes glaze. Her mouth fell open. The first flutter hits around my c**k, then another, stronger. She clamps down hard, body locking up, a choked moan trapped behind her teeth as she comes.

I last three more strokes before I bury myself deep and empty inside her, hips jerking, breath ragged against her neck.

For a second neither of us moves. Just the sound of breathing and the slow drip of what we just did.

Then she shoves me back, sits up, and pulls her skirt down like nothing happened.

“Clean yourself up,” she says, already reaching for her red pen. “And don’t be late to the next class.”

I pull out. c*m ran down her thigh. She didn’t wipe it away.

I tuck myself in, grab my bag, and left

Outside the door I stand for a second, heart still hammering.

Next week’s assignment is already sitting in my inbox.

Subject line: *Office hours. Thursday. 7 p.m. Don’t be late.*

My c**k was already hard.

“Why not go for the next b***h, Nathan,” I said, and headed for the abandoned building. Lectures were over.

Inside, she was waiting. My algorithm lecturer.

This is how I survive. f**k them until they moan my name and hand me the A.

“What took you so long, Nathan,” Lucy said. She was the first. The one who started this. The one who took my virginity.

“Classes,” I answered, ready to get to business.

She locked her legs around my waist. I gripped her thighs hard, lifted her, and pinned her against the plank.

I wasn't in for a tease, I drove into her in one hard thrust.

Lucy’s head tipped back against the plank, a sharp moan tearing out of her. Her heels dug into the small of my back, pulling me deeper.

“You’ve Improved Jacks!” She moaned.

I didn’t ease up. Hands locked under her thighs, I f****d her against the wood like I was trying to break it. The abandoned classroom smelled of dust and s*x. Her blouse was already open, t**s bouncing with every slam of my hips.

She clenched around me, greedy, the same way she had the first time she pushed me onto her desk and took what she wanted. Now it was my turn.

“Harder,” she gasped, nails scoring my shoulders. “Don’t you dare stop.”

I kept driving into her, steady and deep, the plank creaking under every thrust. Lucy’s legs locked tighter around me, heels digging in like she was afraid I’d pull out.

Her mouth found my neck, teeth scraping skin. “That’s it… right there…”

I shifted the angle, grinding up into her. She broke on a broken moan, cunt clamping down hard around my c**k. Wet sounds filled the empty room, mixed with the slap of skin and her short, desperate breaths.

I didn’t slow. One hand left her thigh to fist in her hair, yanking her head back so I could watch her face while I f****d her through it. Eyes half-lidded, lips parted, the same woman who stood in front of the lecture hall in a buttoned blouse now coming undone on my c**k.

“Say it,” I growled against her ear.

“Nathan…” It came out wrecked. “f**k me out, Nathan”

That was enough. I slammed home one last time and held there, spilling deep inside her while she pulsed around me, milking every drop.

Then my phone blared the alarm.

“Time’s up,” I breathed.

I gave her one last slow, deep thrust, th

en pulled out, watching my c*m drip thick down her thigh.

The principal would be here any minute…