Yes

Julia’s breath catches. For one last heartbeat the voice of the good wife screams at her to stand up and leave. Then the memory of William’s tiny cock, the years of empty nights, and the thick ridge still pressing against her ass drown that voice completely. She opens her thighs wider, the soft inner flesh of her legs parting against the cool leather of the chair.Headmaster Alexander makes a low sound of approval. His fingers slide under the soaked lace of her panties and find her cunt already slick and swollen.

Two long fingers push inside without hesitation, curling upward until they press against the spot Tony had only just stretched that morning. Julia’s hips jerk and a broken moan spills out of her.“That’s better,” he says against her ear. “Good girls don’t waste time pretending. They take what’s offered.”

He withdraws his fingers, brings them to her lips, and waits. Julia opens her mouth and sucks them clean, tasting herself. Alexander’s free hand moves to his belt. The quiet metallic click is the only warning before he frees his cock. It is even thicker than it had felt through the trousers, long and heavy, the flushed head already glistening. He steps around the chair so she can see it properly, then wraps a firm hand around the back of her neck and guides her face forward.

“Open.”

Julia obeys. The broad head pushes past her lips and fills her mouth in one slow thrust. She gags once, eyes watering, but he does not pull back. Instead he holds her there, letting her throat adjust while his other hand returns between her spread legs, stroking her clit in lazy circles.

“You will suck me until I decide you’re ready,” he tells her, voice steady and almost conversational. “Then you will bend over my desk, lift that pretty dress, and take every inch while I decide exactly how your daughter’s record is going to look. Nod if you understand.”

Julia nods as best she can with her mouth stretched around him. Her hands rise of their own accord, one bracing on his thigh, the other reaching between her own legs to rub where his fingers have left her aching.

Alexander’s grip on her neck tightens just enough to remind her who is in control. He begins to rock his hips, fucking her mouth in short, deliberate strokes while the clock on the wall ticks quietly toward the start of the school day.