“yes, sir, please-”

“please what?” jack mocks, giving you another hard thrust of his hips. your palms smack against the desk he has you bent over, your pants “please flunk me? please fill me? please tamper with my GPA so i can get fucked by you, professor?”

you babble in response, drool collecting by the corner of your mouth, dripping down your chin to your sensitive nipples. the feeling of his hand between your shoulder blades whilst the other grabs your hips, rough, crescent moons from his nails leaving an indent on your flesh.

“can’t even speak, just all dumb on my cock, aren’t you?” he says, punctuating every word with a slam.

he removes the hand between your shoulder blades whilst not relenting on the pace to bring his hand down and smack your ass cheek, jack biting back a smile as he draws out a yelp from you.

“fuck me, sir!” you cry out, hands scrambling for purchase. papers topple on the floor with each sudden movement, joining the heap of clothes that were taken off in a rush, but the feeling of the tip of his cock hitting the spongy area is too good for you to even acknowledge the mess you're making in his office.

“see!” jack breathes out, chuckling underneath his breath. “knew you were good for something. it just happened to be jackie’s cock, didn’t it?”

you moan at his words, matching the thrusts of his cock with your hips. his forehead meets your damp hair as his movements begin to stutter.

“fuck, shit i’m going cum–”

“cum on my cock, baby,” jack rasps, cutting you off softly. his eyes squeeze shut at the feeling of your walls clenching around him, milking every last drop off him. the office fills with the sounds of flesh meeting flesh, and jack continues to fuck you through your orgasm - your vision blinded by bright, white, hot flashes. you collapse against the desk, your sweaty forehead meeting the sudden cool of the wood beneath you.

he continues fucking you before his movements stall, cumming into you with an unrestrained moan.

the room is plunged into silence - the only thing that you can hear is the rhythmic whooshing of blood rushing in your ears and the heave of your lungs as you try to finally catch your breath.

a suddden smack of jack's palm on the desk breaks you out of your train of thought. he withdraws it, revealing a decent amount of cash.

"buy plan b," jack orders, not even sparing you a glance as he puts his trousers back on. your eyes dart from the wad of money just sitting there back to his face.

"or don't. you can drop out and be my kept little thing. your choice."