I watch her as she moves her fingers in her panties and starts rubbing her clit slowly.
Fuck.
She’s teasing me and doesn’t even know. I want to break down the front door, scare her, and have my way with her. Fucking teasing me like this.
I could–No. What the fuck am I thinking.
Her finger movements get faster on her clit, rubbing vigorously. Her legs are spread wide open. Her chest rises up and down as she moans.
My cock is getting stiff and I start rubbing myself.
I want to punish her for getting me hard. I’m supposed to be watching her from a distance.
Fuck, I want to punish her so bad. So fucking bad. The things I’d do to her. I’d fucking ruin her body and make her scream my name. Make her beg.
I watch as she arches her back, pushing her head into the pillow as she continues to rub her clit.
That’s it, baby…Keep rubbing yourself.
I unzip my trousers, spit on my hand, gasp my hard cock, and start moving my foreskin back and forth over the head.
I wish this glass window weren’t between me and her. I can’t help but let out a quiet moan as I watch her play with herself.
That’s it. Keep rubbing that pretty clit.
My hand movements get fast on my cock and she moans loudly as she plays with herself.
“I’m coming,” I hear her moan loudly through the glass.
Yes, that’s it, princess. Come for me. Put on a show.
I see her whole body jolt and her legs shake as she has an orgasm. I close my eyes for a second, letting out a grunt as I come, squirting out on the brick wall in front of me.
Damn, that girl knows how to make me come. She isn’t even on my cock. I watch her as she removes her fingers from her pussy to her mouth, tasting herself.
Such a fucking dirty girl.
“Seriously?” A voice says, unimpressed.
With my cock in my hand, I look to the right and see Mike standing there, arms crossed.
He walks away, shaking his head. I let out a deep sigh and put my cock back in my trousers. I follow him and mutter under my breath, “You would have done the same fucking thing.”
“You’re meant to be keeping an eye on her,” he says as we retreat behind the bushes.
“I was watching her…” I reply and smirk.
“Not like that, you fool,” he retorts, his disappointment palpable.
I tell Mike she was looking at a photograph of us while playing with herself. He can’t help but smirk.
We stand in the dark bush. Suddenly, bright headlights illuminate the surroundings. A car pulls up and we notice Rae behind the wheel. Mike takes over the watch duties for the rest of the night.
CHAPTER
FOURTEENMIKE
I arrive at the college earlier than usual and sit at my desk with a steaming cup of coffee. Despite my best efforts to calm my nerves, I cannot shake off this feeling of anxiousness as I wait for Tessie’s arrival. I watch the door intently, observing the various students who enter the room, lost in their own thoughts and concerns.
Tessie and Rae walk into the classroom and my eyes are immediately drawn to Tessie, who looks stunning. Her brown hair loosely waved, wearing a pretty, dark floral short dress paired with a stylish jean jacket and tights, accentuating her curves perfectly. I can’t help but smile at her, but she seems in a hurry and quickly makes her way to the back of the classroom without acknowledging me. I know she is trying her best to ignore me.
I start my lecture. Tessie sits at the back of the room, engrossed in her computer with her headphones on. It’s strange to see her so disconnected, especially after fucking her brains out in the forest, and all the times before that. It’s almost as if she’s purposely ignoring me, pretending like she doesn’t know me anymore.
She suddenly drops her pen, swiftly gets up from her seat, and bends over to pick it up from the floor. Her ass. Fuck. I miss it—her tight hole. Just looking at her ass makes me hard. I have to put the stack of papers I’m holding in front so no one sees. I can’t help but notice that she turns her head and glances in my direction, but her expression is devoid of emotion.
Despite my best efforts to stay focused, I can’t help but think about how badly I want to fuck her. But I know I can’t let my emotions get in the way of my duties as a professor, so I try to push those thoughts aside and continue with the lesson.
As the class approaches its mid-point, I announce to everyone that they can take a fifteen-minute break. I watch the students grab their belongings and exit the classroom. Just as I am about to follow Tessie and Rae, a student stops me in my tracks.
“Mike,” she says.
I turned to face her. “Yes, uhh...?” I see a female with curly, crimson-red hair and brown eyes.
“My name is Janey. I’m in your business class,” she says.
“What’s up?” I ask, sensing that she needs something.
