**Detention**

I never thought I’d be in this situation. Bella—pale skin, dark makeup smudged under her eyes, those tight ripped jeans hugging her hips—was trouble from the first day she walked into my classroom. She never cared about the lessons, just sat in the back, doodling in her notebook, chewing on the end of her pen like she was thinking about something dirtier than algebra.

Tonight, she stayed after class again. Detention. Like always. But this time, when the door clicked shut behind the last student, she didn’t pull out a book. She just stared at me, those big dark eyes locked onto mine, lips parted just enough to show the tip of her tongue.

“You’re not supposed to look at me like that,” I muttered, trying to sound like the authority figure I was supposed to be.

She smirked, pushing away from her desk and sauntering toward me, hips swaying. “Like what, Mr. Carter?”

I swallowed hard. My cock was already stiffening in my slacks, betraying me. “Like you want to get me fired.”

Bella giggled, low and throaty, stopping right in front of my desk. She leaned forward, hands flat on the wood, letting her shirt dip just enough to show the curve of her tits. “Maybe I do.”

It happened fast. She swung a leg over my lap, straddling me before I could push her away. My hands grabbed her hips instinctively, feeling the heat of her through her jeans. She ground down, and I groaned, my cock pressing painfully against my zipper.

“Fuck, Bella—”

“Shhh.” She pressed a finger to my lips, then dragged it down my chest, over my belt, until her palm was cupping my bulge. “You like this, don’t you? Old man like you, getting hard for a student?”

I should’ve stopped her. But her fingers were already undoing my belt, popping the button on my pants. My cock sprang free, thick and leaking, and Bella wrapped her fingers around me, stroking slowly.

“Look at you,” she whispered, biting her lip. “So fucking hard for me.”

Then she shifted, yanking her jeans down just enough to expose her pussy—no panties, just smooth skin and slick folds, already glistening. She didn’t ask. Just lined me up and sank down, taking every inch of my cock in one slow, tight slide.

“Oh fuck—” I choked out, hands gripping her ass. She was so wet, so hot, clenching around me like she’d been waiting for this.

Bella rolled her hips, her nails digging into my shoulders. “You feel so good inside me,” she moaned, rocking faster. “Bet you’ve thought about this, huh? Fucking your little emo slut right here on your desk?”

I couldn’t lie. I had. Every damn day.

She leaned back, bracing her hands on my thighs, bouncing on my cock like she owned it. Every thrust sent her tits jiggling under her top, her breath coming in soft, needy gasps. “Harder,” she demanded, nails scraping down my chest. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

So I did. I grabbed her hips and slammed her down, driving my cock deep, groaning at the way her pussy gripped me. She cried out, head falling back, her thighs trembling around me. “Yes—just like that, fuck—”

Her clit rubbed against me with every thrust, and soon she was shaking, her whole body tensing as she came, her pussy pulsing around my dick. I didn’t last much longer—one more rough thrust, and I spilled inside her, filling her up as she whimpered, riding out every last drop.

When she finally climbed off me, pulling her jeans back up with shaky hands, she smirked. “Detention tomorrow, Mr. Carter?”

Fuck. I was so screwed.