**”Professor Noelia’s Reward”**

It was my third time staying after class—ostensibly for extra help with the material, but really, I just couldn’t stop staring at Professor Noelia. She was in her mid-thirties, with curves that her blouses clung to like they were begging to be ripped off. Full lips, dark eyes, and a habit of biting the end of her pen when she concentrated. Tonight, she’d stayed late to grade papers, and I’d volunteered to help organize her desk, just to be near her.

Pelayo, my best friend and the only other person left in the building, had already taken off. He slapped my shoulder on his way out, smirking. “Don’t fuck up,” he’d whispered.

Noelia stretched, her blouse riding up just enough to show a sliver of smooth, tan skin. “You’re such a good student, Pelayo,” she murmured, leaning back in her chair. “Always so… helpful.”

My dick twitched in my jeans. “Just trying to earn some extra credit,” I joked.

She laughed—low, throaty—and crossed her legs slowly. The skirt she was wearing rode up her thigh. “I think you’ve earned a reward.”

That was all the invitation I needed.

I stepped around the desk, my heart hammering, and before she could say anything else, I kissed her. Hard. Her lips parted instantly, her tongue sliding against mine. She moaned into my mouth, her fingers tangling in my hair as she pulled me closer.

Her hand slid down my chest, fingers fumbling with my belt. “I’ve been thinking about this,” she breathed, undoing the button of my jeans. “About how badly I want to taste you.”

I groaned as she yanked my jeans and boxers down, freeing my cock. It was already hard, throbbing with need. Noelia licked her lips before wrapping her fingers around me, stroking me slowly. “Fucking perfect,” she murmured.

Then she leaned forward and took me into her mouth.

I hissed, gripping the edge of her desk. Her lips were warm, wet, and tight around me as she sucked me deep. She hollowed her cheeks, bobbing her head with slow, deliberate strokes, her tongue swirling around the head every time she pulled back. She moaned around my cock like she was the one getting off, her fingers digging into my thighs.

“Fuck, Noelia—” I choked out.

She pulled back with a wet pop, smirking up at me. “You like that?” she purred, jerking me with her hand.

“Yes,” I gasped. “So fucking much.”

She stood abruptly, pressing her body against mine. I could feel the heat of her pussy through her skirt, grinding against my thigh. “Then take me,” she ordered, pulling her blouse over her head. Her tits spilled out of her lace bra—full, heavy, perfect. “Fuck me right here on my desk.”

I didn’t hesitate. I yanked her skirt down, along with her panties, and lifted her onto the desk. Papers scattered as I spread her legs, running my fingers through her slick folds. She was so wet, her pussy glistening, clit swollen and begging for attention. I circled it with my thumb, and she arched against me, moaning.

“Enough teasing,” she panted. “Just fuck me.”

I lined myself up and pushed inside her in one hard thrust. She cried out, her nails raking down my back as her cunt clenched around me. Tight. So fucking tight.

I set a brutal pace, slamming into her, the desk rocking under us. Noelia wrapped her legs around my waist, urging me deeper, her tits bouncing with every thrust. “Yes—fuck—right there!” she gasped.

She felt incredible. Hot, wet, her walls gripping me like she never wanted to let go. I buried my face in her neck, biting down as I pounded into her, our skin slapping together.

“I’m close,” I growled, my balls tightening.

Noelia reached between us, rubbing her clit frantically. “Come inside me,” she begged. “Fill me up.”

That was all it took. My cock pulsed, throbbing as I came deep inside her, my hips jerking uncontrollably. Noelia clenched around me with a broken moan, her own orgasm crashing over her as she shuddered beneath me.

I collapsed against her, both of us panting. She traced a lazy finger down my chest, smirking. “Best extra credit ever,” she murmured.

I laughed, still buried inside her. “Can I stay after class again tomorrow?”

She kissed me, slow and filthy. “You better.”