Chapter 5 LIT-IN-ENGLISH MORE LIKE SLUT-IN-ENGLISH 1

MADDISON POV I tug my skirt a little higher on my thighs and bite the inside of my lip, trying to keep my face neutral while heat creeps up my neck. A new chapter of Sinful Fantasies just dropped an hour ago and... fuck, I'm already lost in it. "Ahhh... yes Daddy! Pound that sloppy cunt," Mandy begged while Norman pinned her wrists above her head, his other hand choking her as he drilled into her so hard the headboard cracked. I whimpered, thighs squeezing and sliding together, my soaked pussy making that sweet, sloppy sound just imagining Norman's thick black cock splitting me open. Sigh...

"But I'm stuck with these," I murmured under my breath, holding up my five fingers. I glanced around-rows of heads bent over notebooks-then slipped my fingers down to my hungry clit and rubbed it through my panties. "Hss... not enough," I hissed, hunching my shoulders forward like I'm reading something really important. My eyes darted left and right. No one's looking. My fingers hook the edge of my black panties and nudge them aside. Cool air kisses my slick folds. I use two fingers to part my cunt lips wide, revealing my swollen pink clit. A shiver runs down my spine. "Fuck, that feels so good," I fantasize, my pussy still split wide open. And then I feel it. That heavy, burning weight of someone staring. I don't look up right away. I let the moment stretch. Let the heat of his gaze crawl over my exposed clit like a physical touch. When I finally lift my lashes, there he is. Mr. Marcus. The new literature lecturer. Standing at the front of the room like he stepped straight out of the pages I'm reading. Tall. Broad. Dark skin gleaming under the fluorescent lights. Shoulders that look like they could carry a woman's entire weight while he fucks her standing up. Thick forearms flexing as he grips the sides of the podium. The sleeves of his shirt are rolled to the elbows, veins standing out every time he moves his hand. His chest pushes against the buttons like it's fighting to get free. And that jaw-sharp, shadowed, clenched so tight I can see the muscle twitch. He's Norman. Not just similar. He is Norman. The same commanding presence. The same quiet menace in the way he stands. The same big hands that look made for wrapping around throats and hips and wrists. And right now those eyes-dark, molten-are locked between my legs. He sees everything. My pink, glistening clit, the way my beef curtains are spread obscenely by my own fingers. The slick shining on my inner thighs. His throat works. A hard, audible swallow. His lips part like he's forgotten how to breathe, his hand tightening around the edge of the podium. "Fuck, I want him." I bite my lip seductively as a crazy idea pops into my mind. He clears his throat and tries to return to his lecture. Barely. I push two fingers in slow, feeling my tight, wet heat stretch and wrap around them deeper-fuck, so warm and slippery. His gaze flickers back to my now-penetrated fuck hole. I can see his huge bulge pushing through his zipper. My eyes roll back half-shut, lashes trembling, pupils huge and hazy while my mouth drops open on a slutty little gasp. Lips wet and parted, I stick my tongue out. "Uhh..." I moan softly and helplessly every time my fingertips curl, hitting the back of my pussy. "-FUCK!" His voice cracks across the room. "What was that?" "Is he okay?" Murmurs ripple. Mr. Marcus's neck flushes dark red. He coughs, shuffles papers he's already shuffled twice. "Ahem! Sorry. Um... w-where was I?" MARCUS POV Shit... My neck is on fire. What is she doing? I keep looking for where I stopped in the textbook. I look up again. "Fuck. She's still doing it." I can see her arm moving in that small, relentless rhythm. Her lip is bleeding a little from how hard she's been biting it. Her eyes are half-lidded now, pretending they're glued to her screen, but every few seconds they lift to check if I'm still watching. I am. I can't not be. My dick is so hard it hurts. Every heartbeat sends another pulse through it. The zipper feels like it's cutting into the shaft. I need to come. I need to come so badly I'm dizzy with it. I turn to the board, pretending to write something. Really I'm just trying to breathe. My forehead is soaked. The image of her spread cunt is burned behind my eyelids-pink, wet, fingers disappearing inside her over and over. I want to walk down there, grab her by the hair, bend her over the desk and fuck her until the entire building hears her scream my name. Instead I slam the marker down. "That's a wrap for today, class." I grab my textbook and lock eyes with her again. Her fingers are still buried in her, and she works her tongue in the sexiest way. I groan as my cock throbs even more violently. "Miss Maddison," I say louder than I meant to. "My office. Now." I get to my office, slam the door and pace around like I could burst any minute. I walk back and forth, softly rubbing my bulge through my pants. "Where the fuck is she?!" A knock at the door startles me. It's probably her. "Come in," I say calmly, heading towards my desk.