**”Extra Credit”**

I never expected Ms. Carter—my fucking *English teacher*—to be the one bent over her desk with her tight little ass in the air, begging for my cock. But here we were, after weeks of lingering glances, stolen brushes of her fingers against mine when she handed back papers, and that one time she “accidentally” leaned too far forward in her low-cut blouse.

It started after class. She asked me to stay behind to “discuss my grade,” but the second the door clicked shut, her hands were on my chest. “You’ve been driving me crazy,” she breathed, her lips inches from mine. I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed her hips and slammed her against the desk, our mouths crashing together. Her tongue was hot and insistent, her body arching into me as my hands slid under her skirt.

She turned around, bending over the desk and hiking her skirt up. “Fuck me, *now*,” she demanded, her voice shaking. Her ass was perfect—round, high, her thong pulled to the side so I could see her dripping pussy and her tight little hole between her cheeks.

I didn’t waste time. I dropped to my knees behind her, gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. I dragged my tongue up her slit first, making her moan as her cunt clenched around nothing. Then I spread her cheeks and pressed my mouth against her asshole, licking slow circles around the tight rim.

“Oh *fuck*,” she gasped, her fingers clawing at the desk. “Y-yes, just like that—” I pushed my tongue deeper, fucking her with it, kissing and sucking her hole until her body was trembling. Her pussy was soaked, her thighs shaking, and when I slid two fingers inside her, she nearly screamed.

“Turn around,” I growled. She did, her back against the desk, her legs spreading wide. I stood and unbuckled my pants, my cock already leaking as I shoved them down. Her eyes locked on my dick, hungry, and before I could move, she grabbed my hips and took me deep into her throat.

Her mouth was fucking *perfect*—hot, wet, her tongue pressing hard against the underside of my cock as she sucked me. I tangled my fingers in her hair, fucking her face, watching her lips stretch around my shaft. Spit dripped from her chin, her mascara smudged from tears as her gag reflex kicked in, but she didn’t stop.

I pulled her off by her hair, panting. “I’m not finishing in your mouth,” I growled. “I’m gonna wreck that pussy.”

She whimpered, scrambling onto the desk, legs wide, her cunt glistening. I lined myself up and slammed into her in one brutal thrust. She screamed, her back arching, her tits bouncing as I fucked her hard and deep.

“Fuck, you’re *tight*,” I grunted, gripping her hips as my cock disappeared inside her over and over. She was so wet I could hear it, the filthy slap of skin on skin filling the room.

“Harder,” she begged, her nails digging into the desk. “*Please*—I need it harder—”

I gave it to her. My balls slapped against her ass as I pounded her, her pussy clenching around me like a vice. I could feel her dripping down my thighs, her moans turning into broken cries.

“Come for me,” I growled, rubbing her clit with my thumb. She shattered instantly, her body shaking, her cunt squeezing my cock like she was trying to milk me dry. That was all it took—I buried myself deep and came harder than I ever had, my cum flooding her tight little hole.

She collapsed onto the desk, panting, her legs still spread, my cum dripping out of her. I leaned down and kissed her—slow, filthy, tasting myself on her lips.

“Good thing you’re not grading me on self-control,” I muttered.

She laughed, breathless. “Oh, you *definitely* get an A.”