**Detention**

I never thought I’d be the kind of teacher who let things like this happen. But then again, I never had a student like Emily. Eighteen, but barely—legal, but still so fucking dangerous. She sat in the front row of my senior English class, legs always crossed just a little too slow, biting her lip every time I walked by. And now here she was, after school, sitting across from me at my desk with a failing grade on her midterm between us.

“You know I can’t pass you if you don’t put in the work,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

She leaned forward, elbows on the desk, her blouse dipping just enough to show the curve of her tits. “What if I put in the work… *right now?*” Her voice was low, teasing.

I swallowed hard. Fuck.

Before I could answer, she slid out of her chair and crawled under my desk. My dick was already stiffening in my pants as she knelt between my legs, her fingers hooking into my belt. I should’ve stopped her. I *knew* I should’ve. But when she unbuckled me with quick, eager fingers and pulled my cock free, all my resolve evaporated.

Emily didn’t hesitate. She licked a slow, wet stripe from the base of my shaft to the tip, swirling her tongue around the head before sinking her lips down over me. The heat of her mouth was unreal—tight, slick, fucking perfect. I groaned, gripping the edge of my desk as she started bobbing her head, taking me deeper with each stroke.

“Fuck, Emily—” I hissed as her hand wrapped around what her mouth couldn’t reach, pumping in rhythm with her lips. She moaned around my cock, the vibration sending jolts of pleasure straight to my balls. I could feel her saliva dripping down my shaft, hear the wet, messy sounds of her sucking me off like her grade depended on it. Maybe it did.

Her free hand slid up my thigh, nails digging in before she cupped my balls, rolling them gently. I almost lost it right then. “God, your mouth,” I muttered, hips jerking involuntarily as she hollowed her cheeks, sucking harder.

She pulled off with a filthy *pop*, her lips swollen and glistening. “You like that, Mr. Carter?” Her fingers kept stroking me lazily while she looked up at me through her lashes. “Want me to make you come?”

I didn’t trust myself to speak, so I just nodded.

Emily smirked and dove back down, this time swallowing me all the way to the root. My dick hit the back of her throat, and she didn’t even gag—just hummed in satisfaction and started fucking her face on me, her nose pressing into my stomach with each deep thrust. I could feel her puffy lips stretched tight around me, her throat working as she took every inch.

The pressure built fast. “Shit, Em, I’m close—”

She pulled off again, panting, her lips red and slick. “Do it,” she whispered, stroking me faster. “Come in my mouth.”

That was all it took. My hips snapped up as I came, thick ropes of cum shooting straight down her throat. She swallowed every drop, her tongue lapping at my slit until I was twitching, oversensitive.

Emily sat back on her heels, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and grinning. “So… do I pass now?”

Fuck. I was so screwed. And I couldn’t fucking wait for next detention.