**Private Lessons**

My hands were sweating as I sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for her. Kshem was supposed to be here any minute—my private tutor for the semester, the woman who was supposed to help me pass calculus. But after weeks of lingering glances, brushed hands, and the way her skirt rode up just enough when she crossed her legs, I knew tonight wasn’t going to be about derivatives.

The knock came. I swung the door open, and she stepped inside, her usual composed demeanor replaced by something hungry. She wore a tight blouse, unbuttoned just enough to tease the curve of her tits, and a skirt that barely covered her ass.

“You’re late,” I said, my voice rough.

She smirked, stepping closer until her perfume wrapped around me. “I had to make sure no one saw me.”

Her fingers traced my chest, and before I could think, my hands were on her waist, pulling her against me. The second our lips met, it was like something snapped—her tongue tangled with mine, hot and impatient. I groaned, my cock already straining against my jeans as her nails dug into my shoulders.

“Fuck, you’re eager,” I murmured against her mouth, sliding a hand under her skirt. She wasn’t wearing panties. My fingers found her pussy slick and swollen, and she gasped when I rubbed her clit in slow circles.

“You’ve been teasing me for weeks,” she panted, grinding against my fingers. “Every fucking lesson, sitting there in those shorts, looking at me like you wanted to rip my clothes off.”

I pushed two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and her thighs trembled. “This what you wanted? Me fucking you instead of teaching you?”

She moaned, nodding frantically. “Yes—yes, fuck, more—”

I yanked her skirt up around her waist, lifting her onto the bed. Her pussy glistened, already wet for me. I didn’t waste time—I dropped to my knees and buried my face between her thighs.

Her legs clamped around my head as my tongue lashed her clit, fast and rough. She arched off the bed, whimpering, her fingers knotting in my hair. “Oh god—right there, don’t stop—”

I sucked hard, fucking her with my fingers while she writhed, her moans getting louder, more desperate. When she came, her whole body shook, her pussy clenching around me as she cried out.

I didn’t let her catch her breath. I stood up, shoving my jeans down just enough to free my cock, thick and leaking. Her eyes locked onto it, hungry.

“Turn over,” I ordered.

She bit her lip but obeyed, getting on her hands and knees, presenting her ass to me. I gripped her hips, lining myself up, and pushed inside with one hard thrust.

She screamed, her cunt stretching tight around me. “Jesus—you’re so fucking big—”

I didn’t go slow. I fucked her deep, my balls slapping against her with every rough stroke. The bed creaked, her tits bouncing as she pushed back against me, taking me deeper.

“Harder,” she begged, reaching back to grab my thigh. “Fuck me harder.”

I obliged, slamming into her, my fingers digging bruises into her hips. Her moans were filthy, ragged, her cunt dripping around my cock. I could feel her tightening again—she was close.

I reached around, thumb pressing her clit in rough circles. “Come for me,” I growled.

She shattered with a cry, her pussy spasming around my cock, milking me. The sensation tore my orgasm from me—I groaned, pumping my cum deep inside her, my thrusts turning erratic until I was spent.

She collapsed onto the bed, breathing hard, my cum already leaking from her. I dropped beside her, dragging her against me.

After a moment, she laughed weakly. “You still failed your last quiz.”

I smirked, palming her ass. “Guess I need more private lessons.”