The final bell had rung, and the classroom emptied as students shuffled out into the hallway. Joanie Cunningham, the new literature professor at the university, straightened her desk with deliberate calm. She had noticed Eddie Hastings watching her all semester—his gaze lingering too long during lectures—but she had brushed it off as youthful infatuation. At twenty-eight, she was only a few years older than some of her grad students, but she maintained strict boundaries. As the last footsteps faded, Eddie remained seated, his eyes fixed on her.
Joanie looked up, arching an eyebrow. "Something I can help you with, Eddie? Class is over." Her voice was crisp, professional, but edged with the wit that made her lectures popular.
He stood slowly, a smirk playing on his lips, and walked to the door. The click of the lock echoed sharply. Joanie's pulse quickened, but she didn't flinch. "What are you doing? Open that door right now."
Eddie turned, leaning against the frame. "I wanted some alone time with you, Professor. You've been dodging my stares for weeks. Now come here."
She backed up a step, but her chin lifted defiantly. "Stop it, Eddie. Get away. I'm a teacher, you're a student. You have to do what I say." Her tone carried authority, not fear.
He laughed, closing the distance. "It's cute how you think you have any authority here. I'm the one with the power, honey. You're under my authority now and always." His hands reached for her waist, but Joanie placed a firm palm on his chest, pushing him back with surprising strength.
"Power? Let's test that theory," she said, her eyes flashing with challenge. She grabbed his shirt and pulled him into a fierce kiss, flipping the script. Her tongue met his with equal hunger, and she felt him harden against her thigh. Eddie groaned, but she guided his hands to her ass, grinding against his growing cock. "You wanted this? Then earn it."
They stumbled toward her desk, clothes shedding in a heated rush. Joanie shoved him into the chair, straddling him. Her pussy was already wet and dripping as she freed his hard cock, stroking it with confident fingers. "Look at you, so eager," she teased between kisses. Eddie panted, "Fuck, Professor, you're full of surprises." She laughed, lowering herself onto him, taking his length deep. They moved together, her riding him with powerful rolls of her hips, sweat beading on their skin.
"Harder," she commanded, and he thrust up, gripping her ass. The tension built to a shattering climax as she came around him, her walls clenching, and he followed, spilling cum inside her with a groan. Panting and satisfied, Joanie dismounted, straightening her blouse with a sly smile.
"Next time, ask nicely," she said, unlocking the door. But as Eddie watched her leave, her parting glance promised far more.
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