Rosie
The desk was rattling against the floor, a steady thud-thud-thud that echoed through the dark, empty hall. Professor Ashton was a machine. He didn't slow down. He didn't show any mercy. My legs were hiked so high over my shoulders that I felt like a folded doll, completely open and vulnerable to every deep, heavy thrust.
"You're taking me too well, Rosie,” he rasped, his voice thick with a dark, hungry heat. "You're taking every inch of me. You're a good little pet, aren't you?"
"Ahhh! Ohhh! Prof!" I sobbed against his palm. The pleasure was so intense it felt like a sharp pain. Every time he bottomed out, I felt it deep in my stomach. It was a heavy, electric ache that made my toes curl and my vision go blurry with tears.
He pulled back, almost completely out, before slamming ba
