PROFESSOR'S POV;

I thought once would be enough.

I thought fucking Isla on my desk would satisfy this sick craving and I could go back to being the respectable professor everyone believed I was. That I could look at her in class without my cock hardening. That I could hear her voice without remembering how she screamed my name.

I was wrong. So fucking wrong.

Because now that I'd tasted her, felt her tight little pussy clench around my cock, heard those desperate whimpers as she begged me not to stop—I was addicted. And addicts don't quit after just one hit.

It had been three days since she'd been in...