Richard, and he finds himself unable to resist any longer. He leans in even closer, brushing the backs of his knuckles against Connor's cheek before tracing the line of his jaw with his thumb. "Yes," he whispers into the boy's ear. "With me."

Connor shivers visibly at the touch and the warmth of Mr. Richard's breath against his skin. His eyes flutter closed, and for a moment it seems like they might actually close completely...

Mr. Richard smiles reassuringly, feeling a surge of power course through his veins as he realizes that he now has this boy right where he wants him. "Good," he says softly, leaning in even closer so their lips are barely an inch apart. "Just remember... this is between us." With those words, he presses his lips against Connor's, claiming the terrified boy's mouth with a passion that leaves no room for denial or escape.

Mr. Richard didn't expect the student to actually agree, but he's glad he did. He leads Connor over to an empty table in the corner of the room and they begin working together on grading papers. As they work side-by-side, Mr.Richard can't help but steal glances at Connor whenever he thinks the teacher won't notice. There's something so innocent and endearing about him that makes the teacher feel a strange mixture of protectiveness and attraction towards the young man.

"So, Connor,"

Mr. Richard begins casually as they continue grading papers, "what made you interested in history anyway?" He tries to keep his voice conversational, not wanting the question to come across as too forward or nosy.

Connor looks up from his work and thinks for a moment before answering shyly, "Well... my dad used to tell me stories about World War II when I was little. I think that's where it started." A pang of sadness flashes across his face at the mention of his father; Mr.

Mr. Richard feels Connor's body tensing beneath his touch as he continues to kiss him passionately. Unable to resist the younger man's eagerness, he stands up and roughly pushes Connor down onto the desk, pinning him there with his weight. With one hand, he reaches down to unfasten his pants, freeing his hard cock from its confines. "Fuck," he groans.

Mr. Richard watches as Connor looks down at his cock, anticipation and desire written all over the younger man's face. He groans softly and leans in, kissing him deeply once more before positioning the head of his cock at Connor's entrance. "Are you ready for this?" he asks, voice raspy with lust.

He waits for a nod from Connor before pushing forward, feeling the tight heat of the boy's body surround him as he sinks deeper and deeper inside.

As the bell rings to signal the end of the break, Mr. Richard returns to his desk and announces that it's time for everyone to get back to work. Connor can't help but feel a little giddy inside. He glances up at Mr. Richard, who is watching him with a knowing smile on his face.

The rest of the class passes by quickly, and soon enough the final bell rings. The students file out of the room and head to their next classes, leaving Connor and Mr. Richard alone together.

"Alright then, Connor," Mr. Richard says as he motions for the boy to follow him to his desk. "Let's talk about history." He chuckles softly, trying not to make it sound too suggestive. Once they're at the desk, he leans in close once again, lowering his voice even further.

"You know... I was wondering if maybe you'd like to help me with something else as well." He pauses for a moment, licking his lips nervously before continuing. "

Mr. Richard lets out a guttural groan as he feels you beginning to tighten around him again. His thrusts become even harder and faster now, his body straining against the limits of his control as he nears his climax. With one final thrust, he buries himself deep inside you and explodes, his hot seed spilling into your waiting body.

His hips jerk roughly against yours as he empties himself, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tries to catch his breath.

As the last tremors subside, Mr. Richard collapses onto your chest, his heart racing and sweat beading on his brow. His breath comes in harsh gasps as he tries to catch his breath, the warmth of your body enveloping him like a comfortable blanket. He can feel the tightness of your muscles around his cock, and it only serves to heighten his arousal.

"That was... unbelievable," he whispers hoarsely into your neck. "Thank you."

Mr. Richard groans at the sound of Connor's voice, the desire only growing stronger. He looks down at him with a mixture of lust and tenderness. "I know," he says roughly, "and you're going to feel every inch of it." With trembling hands, he guides Connor back onto his lap, positioning himself between the younger boy's spread legs.

As Mr. Richard presses his hard length against Connor's entrance, the younger boy lets out a sharp gasp of surprise and pain. "

"Sorry," Richard breathes, pausing for a moment to give Connor time to adjust. "I just... I want you so bad." He looks down at the younger boy's face, seeking some sort of permission to continue, but all he sees is confusion and fear mingled with desire.

Deciding that there's no turning back now, Mr. Richard pushes forward again, angling his hips slightly to force himself inside Connor's tight heat in one swift motion.