**Detention Temptation**

I never thought I’d actually *enjoy* detention. But here I was, sitting in the empty classroom after the final bell, watching the way the afternoon sun caught in Emily’s long, dark hair as she bent over her notebook. She was the quiet girl from my chemistry class—always scribbling in the margins, biting her lip when she was thinking. And right now, she was driving me fucking crazy.

She glanced up at me with those big brown eyes, and I swore I saw her smirk before she went back to writing. “You’re staring,” she said softly.

“Yeah, well, you’re distracting,” I shot back, shifting in my seat. My dick was already half-hard just watching her.

She let out a little laugh and stretched her arms above her head, making her tight school blouse ride up just enough to show a sliver of smooth skin. “It’s just us,” she murmured. “No one’s gonna come back for at least another hour.”

Fuck. That did it.

I pushed my chair back and crossed the space between us in two strides, grabbing her wrist and pulling her up against me. Her breath hitched as my other hand slid around her waist, fingers digging into the curve of her hip. “You *want* to get caught?” I growled, my nose brushing against hers.

She grinned, tilting her head up. “Maybe.”

That was all the permission I needed. My mouth crashed down onto hers, and she moaned into the kiss, her hands fisting in my shirt. I backed her up against the teacher’s desk, lifting her easily onto the edge. Papers scattered as I shoved everything aside, my hands sliding up her thighs beneath her pleated skirt.

“Fuck, no panties?” I groaned, feeling the bare heat of her pussy against my fingers.

She bit her lip, spreading her legs wider. “I knew you’d check.”

I didn’t waste time. Two fingers slid into her wet cunt, and she arched off the desk with a gasp. “Oh my *god*,” she whimpered, her nails digging into my shoulders.

“Quiet,” I teased, pumping my fingers deeper, feeling her clench around me. “Unless you *want* Mr. Henderson to hear you.”

She bit down on her own hand to stifle a moan as I curled my fingers, finding that sensitive spot inside her. Her hips jerked, grinding against my palm, and I could feel how soaked she was—her juices coating my fingers as I fucked her hard and fast.

“Please,” she panted, her legs shaking. “I need your cock.”

I didn’t make her beg twice. Yanking my pants down just enough, I freed my aching dick, giving it a rough stroke. She reached for me, her small hand wrapping around my shaft, squeezing just the way I liked. Then she guided me to her entrance, her pussy dripping and swollen.

I pushed inside with one hard thrust, burying myself to the hilt.

“Fuuuck,” she hissed, her back arching.

Her cunt was so fucking tight, gripping me like a vise as I started to move. The desk creaked under us, but I didn’t care. I reached down, rubbing her clit in rough circles as I fucked her, her pussy making filthy, wet sounds with every thrust.

“You like this?” I growled, slamming into her harder. “Risking getting caught just to feel my cock?”

“Yes,” she gasped, her thighs trembling. “Oh fuck, yes—”

I could feel her tightening around me, her breath coming in short, desperate pants. “Cum for me,” I ordered, pinching her clit between my fingers.

She shattered instantly, her pussy clamping down on me as she came with a stifled cry. The way her cunt pulsed around my dick was too much—I thrust into her one last time before pulling out just enough to jerk myself off over her stomach, my cum streaking across her white blouse and skin.

We both froze at the sound of footsteps in the hallway.

Emily yanked her skirt down, her eyes wide, but she was grinning. “Detention tomorrow?” she whispered, wiping at the mess with her sleeve.

I smirked, tucking myself back into my pants. “Fuck yeah.”