A/N: Thank you for all the love and support on this little story guys, you are so awesome. Think this chapter is the one you've been waiting for...

Previously

I stop in front of him and drop my bag to the floor, gulping as I stare at him. He's staring right back, his green eyes burning me from the inside out, making my knees feel unsteady. Something seems to hum between us, the air so thick it catches in my throat.

"So," Mr. Cullen says in a low voice. "Are you going to explain what those are doing in my drawer?"

On the Desk

"I thought it was obvious sir." I reply, biting my lip.

Mr. Cullen studies me for a moment before he walks over to the classroom door and lowers the blind, the lock impossibly loud in the room.

I shiver, my skin tingling with electricity as he walks back over to me, his shoes clicking on the floor. He stops right in front of me and arches an eyebrow, those intense green eyes, smoldering into mine.

"Tell me."

"Because I want you." I say breathily.

Suddenly I'm being turned, and I gasp in surprise as I'm bent over the desk, my hands gripping the wood tightly. I hear him inhale sharply, but he doesn't touch me again. I go hot and cold all at once, my breath becoming laboured.

"Is this what you want?" he asks in a low voice. "To be bent over my desk?"

"Yes," I whimper.

He's silent for a moment. "Yes, what?"

Holy fuck. "Yes, sir," I say breathily.

"You're that desperate for my cock, Miss Swan?" he asks me, his voice clipped. Hearing him say cock in that smooth accent sends my heart into overdrive and I let out an embarrassingly loud moan, a wet gush flooding from between my legs. "Answer me," he orders sternly.

"Yes, sir," I say obediently.

He hums and I gasp as I feel his large hands gripping my hips, every single part of me narrowing to the sensation of him finally touching me. His touch sets me on fire, the warmth of his hands, burning through my clothing. I writhe and then freeze as a scorching digit, slips under my tank top, making contact with my bare skin. A shock goes through me, electrifying my every nerve ending and I whimper, squeezing my thighs together.

His voice is deep and rich. "Have you enjoyed teasing me, Miss Swan?"

"Y-yes," I pant.

"Yes, what?" His fingers sink into my sides and I whimper at the pressure, feeling dizzy from his touch.

"Sir." I groan.

"Hmm, you're not very good at that, are you?" he tuts.

"N-no sir," I pant, "what are you going to do about it?"

He inhales sharply and I gasp as he suddenly presses himself against me, letting me feel how hard he is, how big he is. Goosebumps rise up all over my body at the feel of his solid length, firmly resting against my ass.

I moan loudly and he makes a sound under his breath. "Do you have any idea," his voice is a gritty growl, "what you've been doing to me? How difficult it is to teach, with you in my class, trying to hide this." He rubs his thick cock against me, the material of his slacks soft against the backs of my bare thighs.

I whimper, pushing my hips back into him, and I'm rewarded with a low groan, the first sound he's ever made for me. It sends a jolt of heat straight down my spine, my pussy throbbing. There's an ache between my legs, a heaviness that begs for his touch.

He suddenly pulls back from me and a loud moan slips from my mouth as his fingers leave my hips and brush the back of my thighs; they're burning hot, sending spikes of pleasure between my legs. He flips my skirt up and I hiss as the cool air touches my aching core.

He kicks my feet apart, opening my body up for him, and I groan, shivers wracking through me.

Mr. Cullen hums. "Look at that swollen little pussy. You are so fucking wet for me, Isabella, I could see it all the way across the room."

Something garbled falls from my lips and my hips shift, the ache between my legs unbearable. His words sound even naughtier with his accent. I feel like I'm on fire, and it's scorching every part of me, leaving me a writhing, wanting mess.

"So fucking naughty," Mr. Cullen says roughly. "Such a bad girl, showing me your pretty little pussy, making yourself come in front of me." His cock throbs where it's pressed against my ass and I whimper, wetness seeping between my open thighs.

I tremble as I feel a brush of warmth against my bare ass, his fingertips scorching as they gently caress my skin. "Fuck me," I beg. "I need you."

He inhales sharply, his large hand suddenly gripping my bare ass. A burning heat, rushes through my body, electrifying me and my loud moan is barely covered by the guttural noise that comes from him.

"Hmm," he growls approvingly, "I want to fuck you, but first, I'm in the mood to eat."

I've barely processed his words before I hear his knees hit the floor and my back arches wildly as I feel his tongue, hot and wet and rough, licking up my slit, jolts of pleasure shooting down my spine. "Fuck," he snarls, burying his face into my pussy, his tongue and lips working me over everywhere, licking and sucking and nipping. His tongue plunges deep into my core, and the warm, wet intrusion makes one of my knees jerk forwards, hitting the edge of the desk so hard it hurts.

Any discomfort in my knee is quickly overtaken by pleasure as his tongue laves all over my clit, it's so rough and wet that each stroke causes my body to tremble violently.

It's so good that I'm crying, tears running down my cheeks at the ecstasy flooding through me. I come in less than a minute, the quickest it's ever been.

"Is that all you've got for me?" Mr. Cullen growls. I have to bite back a scream as his long, thick fingers suddenly plunge deep into my pussy, every single nerve ending in my body suddenly on fire. "Oh fuck, yes," he snarls, "that's so fucking tight."

The feel of him inside of me is such an exquisite ecstasy that a grunt leaves my lips, my feet losing grip on the floor as my legs shake.

His fingers leave my aching center just as his tongue descends, hot and wet. He sucks my clit into his mouth, his nose pressing against my mound and then his fingers plunge back inside, three this time. He stretches me with them, fucking me deep, and the knowledge that he's preparing me for his cock, that he's going to be inside of me soon, makes my body clench down on him tightly.

My hands thump on the desk as another orgasm tears through me and I've barely come down from it when I'm spun around, his hand gripping my throat.

I stare into his heavily hooded eyes and I can't help myself, I lunge for his mouth. He lets me, his hand around my neck holding me to him as our lips meet hungrily. The second his tongue touches mine, I collapse against him, the taste of him sending such a huge jolt of electricity through me, it overloads my system, leaving me weak at the knees. He holds me tight, his tongue licking and stroking at mine. I can taste myself all over him, his mouth and chin still dripping with my juices, and I lick it off, the slight stubble on his face prickling my tongue. I'm dizzy, the heady taste of him on my tongue as I'm pressed up against his firm body, the best high I've ever experienced.

My hands finally knit into his hair and it's just as soft as I imagined. I tug on the blonde lengths and he groans into my mouth, his chest vibrating against mine. The hand around my throat drifts to my jaw and then the back of my neck, the brush of his bare skin against mine sending a hot shiver down my spine. He's gentle but firm, one of his hands gripping my bare ass and holding me close to him, his slightly rough fingertips grazing my soaking center and making me shiver.

I could kiss him for an eternity, but I'm aching for more. His cock is pressing into my stomach, hard and wanting, and I need to touch him, need it more than I need to breathe.

Our lips break and I pull back panting, lowering myself to my knees and staring up at him. His verdant eyes widen and then smoulder down at me as my fingers scrabble at his belt, I want to taste him, to feel him in my mouth.

The second his cock is free, I'm visibly drooling. He's bigger than I thought, thick and smooth and so fucking hard. I wrap my hand around him as best as I can, shivering at the feel of him, his solid length heavy and warm in my palm.

The sight of him, standing over me, his big cock jutting away from his body such just a violent rush of desire through me that my pussy throbs. His large hands unbutton his shirt swiftly, and my eyes almost roll back in my head as he pulls it apart, revealing his torso to me.

He's ripped, cut like fine glass. My hand trails down the deep ridges of his abs and his head tilts back, a low groan leaving his perfect lips.

My eyes fix on his cock, my tongue snaking out and licking at his straining head. He's soaked with pre-cum and I shiver as it tangs on my tongue. His body jolts forward and he exhales sharply, biting his bottom lip.

"Put me in your mouth, Isabella." He orders, his voice low and gritty. His hand reaches down, and he curls my long hair around his fist, guiding me closer to his length.

I lick my lips as I stare at him under my eyelashes "Yes, sir."

I lick along the hard length of him, teasing him and he growls at me, "Open your fucking mouth."

My mouth opens obediently and his other large hand cups my jaw as he guides himself inside. "That's a good girl," he murmurs throatily as I wrap my lips around him, hollowing my cheeks.

He's warm and smooth and so thick, the feel of him sliding between my lips causing a hot gush between my legs. He hums. "Fuck, good girl, take me as deep as you can, just like that."

I gag on him a little as I take him deeper, and he makes a low noise in the back of his throat. "Fuck, do you like the feel of that big cock in your pretty little mouth?"

I never imagined in my wildest dreams he'd talk to me like this, his dirty words making my pussy ache. I moan around his length, my hands gripping the parts of him I can't reach and rubbing him. I pull back and lick at his head again, sticking my tongue out and laving it over him, making him nice and wet.

He hisses, his hand tightening in my hair so it pulls a little. My eyes roll back in my head and I plunge my mouth back over him, sucking him hungrily as my hand drifts to play with his balls.

Mr. Cullen growls, "Fuck you're gonna make me cum...do you want me to cum in your mouth?"

I shake my head, my mouth full of him, and he arches a brow, his eyes dark. "No? That's not what you want? Where do you want me to cum then? Over those tits you flash me every time you bend over my desk? That sinful arse?"

I shake my head again, sucking him hard, my hands drifting to his balls. His mouth opens, those green eyes smouldering into mine.

"No," he says throatily, "you want me to cum in that tight little pussy, don't you? Isn't that right Isabella?"

I moan around him and he snaps his teeth together. "Get up, and bend over the desk again."

I let him out of my mouth with a pop and he growls, spinning me roughly and grabbing the back of my neck, pressing me down on the wooden surface.

He bends over me, his mouth at my ear. "Tell me you want me to fuck you."

I'm taken aback that he's even asking. "Fuck me. Please fuck me, sir."

"Edward." He growls in my ear. "When I'm fucking you, when I'm making this tight little pussy choke on my cum, you call me Edward."

I can't even speak, his words leaving me delirious.

"Say it," he orders sharply.

"Fuck me, Edward." I cry, "Oh god, please."

He slams into me in one thrust, just as his hand covers my mouth. It was the right move because I scream into his palm, my body jerking around his at the feel of him inside of me, he's so fucking big, stretching me wide.

The groan that leaves his lips sets me on fire and I scream again as he pulls out and slams back in, driving into me at a pace that makes the desk shake, pencils rolling off and landing on the floor with a loud clatter. He's so thick, he's hitting every single part of me, sheer ecstasy flooding through my body at the heavy drag of him inside of me.

His loud, ragged breathing is punctuated with deep groans and I can already feel myself building, getting closer and closer to my climax. I've never come from just sex before, but I know it's happening, can feel it, my body getting tighter and tighter, everything in my lower belly knitting and writhing, coiling tight like a spring.

His other hand grabs my shoulder, pulling me back into his body so he's hitting even deeper. It's all it takes for me to fall over the edge and I bite down on his palm as a white-hot pleasure suddenly explodes in my belly, overtaking everything, blinding me, my body trembling and shaking violently. I hear his low groans as he slows himself down, still hitting me deep but with lengthier strokes. It draws out my orgasm for so long I don't even know what day it is when it finally stops and his hips still, flush with my ass as he groans, long and low, releasing inside of me.

A/N: *Hands out bottled water* Hope that lived up to your expectations ;) Final chapter tomorrow!

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