Carter

M y eyes follow her every move as she walks into the culinary lab. Her eyes dart around the room, looking anywhere but at me. I smile when I see she's wearing another skirt today that shows off her perfectly sculpted legs.

The rest of the students file in, but my focus is still on Hannah. "Okay, class, we're going to pair off, and you're going to practice making those hard-boiled eggs we discussed yesterday."

Multiple groans fill the air, and I laugh to myself. This is going to be easier than I thought—if I make the class boring enough, Garrett will fire me for sure.

"I'll be selecting your partners. When I call your name, come to the front of the classroom and wait for me to call the next person; they'll be your partner."

I work my way down the list until there's only one student left without a partner. "Hannah, it looks like we have an odd number of students."

"I can triple up with another group." She offers, but I decline.

"Nonsense, I'll be your partner. You can practice with me."

She glares at me and I couldn't feel more alive. It's as if the empty spot inside my soul has found its missing half—a half that wants to fight me every step of the way.

"Can we have a word in private, Professor?" her forest green eyes flash with unstrained anger.

"Anything for my star pupil." I lean down and whisper in her ear as I place a hand on the middle of her back and guide her to the little office attached to the lab. "Go ahead and get started without us," I wave to the rest of the students with my other hand. "We'll be right back."

The door quietly closes, leaving us alone in the small room. "What did you want to talk about, Hannah?" I rub my hand up her back as my lips kiss her neck gently. My other hand roams down her body and under her skirt, working its way higher until it meets her drenched panties.

"I, um, I wanted to talk about us—oh." She moans the last part as my fingers caress the side of her panties, inching their way under the elastic and into her soaking wet pussy. "What are you doing? They're on the other side of the door. What if someone walks in and sees us?" Her moans get louder as I sink two fingers into her tight hole.

"I need you to be completely quiet while I take care of your pretty little pussy. Do you understand me, Hannah?" Her only reply is a softer moan and a roll of her hips. I grip one of her legs and wrap it around my waist, opening her up to me even more.

God, she's beautiful, with her fiery red hair falling in waves down her back as she throws her head back in ecstasy. The way her full lips part as if needing my cock between them drives me wild. I could watch her ride my hand all day long, but we don't have much time, or one of the students will come looking for us.

"I'm going to kiss you now, Hannah. If you want me to stop, you have to tell me now. Because once I claim you, you're mine forever."

"Yes, —kiss me, I'm yours."

At her surrender, I capture her lips in a punishing kiss, branding her as mine whether she's ready to accept it or not. "That's it, Hannah. Ride my fingers." I say against her lips.

She bucks her hips against my fingers, increasing the speed and depth before finally giving into the flames, licking her body, and she comes all over my fingers.

"Good girl. Such a very good girl." I hold her close through her orgasm, then pull my fingers out of her pussy as I slowly lower her leg to the ground.

I lift my fingers that were just inside her to my mouth and lick them clean of her juices as she watches me wide eyed, "That's a very tasty good girl." I say around my fingers. "Now I think it's time we get back to the class before I fuck you up against the wall because I'm pretty sure you wouldn't be able to stay quiet when I'm nine inches deep inside you." I help straighten her skirt before kissing her lips one last time.

"After you," I say, motioning for her to walk through the door first, needing to use her as a shield for my hard cock that's threatening to bust through my zipper at any moment.