**Detention Delight**

I knew Emily wasn’t supposed to be here—not in the empty classroom after hours, not with her tight little skirt riding up her thighs, not with that smirk that told me she wasn’t sorry for getting caught skipping class. But fuck, I wasn’t complaining.

“Mr. Harris is gonna lose his shit if he finds out you’re still here,” I said, leaning against the teacher’s desk. My dick was already half-hard just from the way she was looking at me.

She rolled her eyes and sauntered over, her hips swaying. “Like you care.” Her fingers trailed up my chest, nails digging in just enough to make me groan. “Besides, we both know you want me here.”

No point lying. I grabbed her waist and pulled her against me, my cock twitching as her tits pressed into my chest. She smelled like vanilla and something sweet, and I could already picture her pussy getting wet just from this.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” I muttered, sliding my hands down to her ass and squeezing.

She gasped, grinding against me, and I could feel the heat of her through that stupid little skirt. “Then do something about it.”

That was all I needed. I flipped her around, bending her over the desk. Papers scattered as I yanked her skirt up, revealing her bare ass and the glistening wetness between her thighs.

“No panties?” I groaned, running my fingers through her slick folds. “You planned this.”

She arched her back, pushing her ass into me. “Maybe.”

I slapped her cheek, making her yelp, then plunged two fingers into her pussy. She was so fucking tight, drenching my fingers instantly. “Shit, you’re soaked,” I growled, curling them inside her.

Emily whimpered, clutching the desk as I fucked her with my fingers, her cunt clenching around me. “Please—just fuck me already, I need it.”

I couldn’t wait any longer. I unzipped my jeans, my cock springing out, thick and aching. I rubbed the head against her clit, teasing her, watching her squirm.

“Tell me how bad you want it,” I demanded.

“I want your cock,” she moaned, pushing back against me. “Fuck me, please—”

I didn’t make her beg twice. Gripping her hips, I slammed into her, balls-deep in one thrust.

“Fuck!” Emily screamed, her nails scratching the desk as I bottomed out inside her. Her pussy was like a furnace, clenching around me like she was trying to milk me dry.

I didn’t hold back. I fucked her hard, the sound of my hips slapping against her ass filling the room. Every time I buried myself in her, she whimpered, her tits bouncing beneath her.

“You like that?” I grunted, pulling her hair as I pounded into her. “Like taking my cock like a good little slut?”

“Yes, yes!” she cried, her voice breaking. “Fuck me harder—oh god!”

I could feel her pussy tightening, her moans getting louder. She was close. I reached around, pinching her clit between my fingers, and she came instantly—her whole body shaking as she screamed my name, her cunt pulsing around me.

But I wasn’t done. I flipped her onto the desk, her legs spreading wide as I pushed back inside her. Now I could see her face, flushed and desperate, her tits heaving as I drove into her over and over.

“You’re gonna make me cum,” I warned, my balls tightening.

“Do it,” she gasped, wrapping her legs around me. “Fill me up—”

That was it. With one last thrust, I buried myself deep and came, pumping my load into her as she moaned, her pussy milking every last drop.

We collapsed onto the desk, panting, sticky and spent. Emily grinned up at me, her fingers tracing circles on my chest. “Detention never felt so good.”

I laughed, kissing her swollen lips. “We’re definitely doing this again.”