He fucks her

The words send a fresh wave of heat between her thighs even as her mind screams in protest. His hand grips her hip with bruising **** as he pushes forward in one smooth, relentless motion, filling her completely. Riley gasps, her back arching against the desk as she's stretched around him, the burn of intrusion mingling with forbidden pleasure.

Headmaster Alexander groans low in his throat, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pauses, letting her adjust to the overwhelming sensation of him buried deep inside her. "So tight," he murmurs, dragging his tongue along the shell of her ear. "Every time, it's like you were made for this."

Then he moves.

As Headmaster Alexander begins to move, Riley's world narrows to the feeling of him inside her. Each powerful thrust sends her spiraling into a whirlwind of sensations, a chaotic mix of pleasure and pain that leaves her gasping for air. His pace is relentless, almost cruel in its intensity, and Riley can't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction at the knowledge that he's enjoying this as much as she is.

The desk creaks beneath them, the sound mingling with their mingled moans and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin. Riley's hands scrabble against the polished wood surface, desperately seeking purchase, but finding none.

The headmaster's words send a jolt through Riley's body, intensifying the already overwhelming sensations. She can feel every inch of him throbbing inside her, stretching her beyond her limits. The thought that he might not be able to control himself only heightens her risk of getting pregnant.

"Please," she manages to **** out, her voice barely audible over the sound of their bodies colliding. "I can't get pregnant. Please, use protection."

His response is a low, dark chuckle that reverberates through his chest. "Oh, Riley," he murmurs, his voice dripping with arrogance. "You should know by now that I don't give a damn about your well-being."

His grip tightens painfully on her hips as he drives into her with brutal ****, his breath hot against her neck. "You'll take what I give you," he growls, punctuating each word with a sharp thrust that makes Riley whimper. The slick sound of their bodies joining fills the room, mingling with her choked sobs.

She feels him swell impossibly larger inside her, his rhythm becoming erratic—a predator about to claim his prey. The first hot pulse of his release makes her gasp, her nails digging into the desk as he buries himself to the hilt with a guttural groan. Every throb of his cock floods her deeper, branding her from the inside out.

His hips stutter against hers, each pulse of his release sending a fresh wave of heat deep into her trembling body. Riley whimpers as she feels the unmistakable flood of him inside her, the forbidden intimacy of it making her stomach clench. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of her thighs as he grinds deeper, milking every last drop into her unwilling body.

The headmaster exhales sharply, his breath ragged against her damp skin as he finally stills, his weight pressing her harder against the desk.

Headmaster Alexander exhales sharply, his breath ragged against her damp skin as he finally stills, his weight pressing her harder against the desk. Riley feels the hot trickle of his release escaping between her thighs, her stomach twisting with dread even as aftershocks of pleasure still pulse through her spent body.

He doesn't pull away. Instead, his fingers trace slow, possessive circles over the bruises forming on her hips. "Look at you," he murmurs, dragging his thumb through the mess he's made of her. "Ruined. Mine." The words sink into her skin like teeth.

Riley shudders when his other hand fists in her hair, wrenching her head back to expose her throat.