Page 37 of Tempting Teacher

“Lunch is served.” He grins wickedly, grabbing the bottom of his shirt to rip it over his head.

“Am I lunch?” I check, clenching onto my lower lip to contain the groan wanting to escape when he exposes his chest. He’s fucking perfection.

“Lunch. Dinner. Dessert.” He pulls my sandals off my feet, one by one. Then he moves his fingers, skimming up my bare legs, under the hem of the dress I’m wearing. He doesn’t stop until he’s reached the band of my panties, which he grips onto before sliding them off of me.

He scrunches the white cotton in his fist, lifting it to his nose, inhaling deeply, his eyes locked on mine. “I’ve wanted to do this since you taunted me with these in class yesterday.” He tilts his head and makes a tsking sound as he drops them beside my head. “I still haven’t had the chance to punish you properly.”

My heart pounds so hard I’m sure he can hear it. My core throbs in response to his words, excitement coursing through me as I play his game. “But, Professor, couldn’t I do some extra homework or stay after class to clean the erasers?” I blink slowly, peering up at him under my lashes.

“Oh, I have some extra credit work you can do.” He places a hand on the inside of each one of my thighs, slowly pushing until my legs part wide, his attention shifting to below my waist as he drops to his knees.

His fingers glide lower, trailing like a feather over my skin, every hair on my body standing at attention, my breath panting out of me. One finger grazes over the hood of my clit, and I let out a whimper. Alexander’s eyes dart to mine as he lets out a small growl, this time dragging his digit through my folds. “I love hearing you whimper, but I’d much rather hear you scream my name.”

It doesn’t take long for me to grant his request as he bends forward, his tongue dragging up my center in one long, hard stroke, his name tumbling from my lips. “Yes, just like that, but louder.” He chuckles, the vibration against my core delicious, erased a second later when he licks me again. “Jesus, you fucking taste amazing.”

“That feels fucking amazing.” I spread my legs wider. “Don’t stop.”

He peeks up at me, his grin feral. “Not until you come all over my face, Princess.” He dives back in, keeping his promise, feasting on me like a starving man. My fingers claw at the hair on his head, my own head thrashing back and forth as I feel my body climb higher, and higher. A second later, I’m crashing to earth, every cell in my body exploding as my orgasm detonates, and I scream his name as requested.

“I need to be in you.” He pants, rising to stand, yanking the button of his jeans open before shoving them down his legs. His hands grip my waist to haul my ass down to the end of the table, and in one thrust, he buries himself inside of me. “Fuck.” His head falls back on his shoulders as he groans. “So goddamn tight.”

His fingers dig into my hips as he slides back before plunging deep again, grunting when his balls slap against me. His eyes are closed, his mouth open, his nostrils flaring as he continues to drive into me.

When he slept with me back in August, he was gentle and kind and everything I needed him to be. Now, he was showing me his true self, and I loved it. This is what I wanted from him. I arch my back, my hands clinging to the edge of the table to hold me in place, every thrust from him a claiming.

“Oh shit.” Alexander groans as he slides completely out of me, taking a step back, his chest rising and falling as he scrapes a hand through his hair. “I forgot to put a condom on.”

Shit. I sit up. I didn’t even realize either. “I take the shot.”

“I’ve never forgotten to put a condom on before.” He declares like he needs to convince me.

“It’s okay.” I try to reassure him. “I won’t get pregnant.”

“It’s not that.” He shakes his head, his eyes meeting mine. “I mean, I obviously don’t want to get you pregnant. But, it’s just that I’ve slept with too many women to count.”

“Really?” My brow arches, as I sit up straighter. “This is what you think is helpful right now?”

“No, listen, I’m not done.” He closes the distance between us, resting his hands on my legs. “I have never, not once, forgotten to put a condom on. Until now.” His eyes lock onto mine. “Until you.”

“Oh.” I murmur, understanding what I think he’s trying to tell me.

“You make me forget everything, Summer. You make me want to break down every barrier I’ve ever built. I want to feel every single thing with you.”

Heat floods my body at his confession, my heart beating like a hammer hitting my ribcage. “Alexander.” His name, a whisper on my lips before he leans forward, capturing them against his own. I reach between us and guide him back inside of me, his mouth falling open on a moan as he sinks deeper.

He lowers my back to the table, his fingers trailing over my covered breasts and stomach before fusing around my waist. “I’m going to fuck you so hard. Make you pay for every time you teased me. For every wet dream you made me had. For every night I lost sleep over you. For that god damn skirt you had on yesterday.”

He punctuates the end of each sentence with a hard piston of his hips, his cock hard, so hard as it plunges into me, pleasure consuming me. I have a death grip on the edge of the table as I try to meet him thrust for thrust, sweat from his chest dripping onto me. I want to lick every drop off of him, feel every bump and ridge of him with my tongue. Instead, I tell him how good he feels and to not stop.

“I’m going to come, Summer.” He warns, his restraint all but gone as he continues to slam inside of me.

“Yes, yes, please.” I beg, wanting to feel every ounce of what he has to give.

“Fuck!” He roars, bucking into me a final time, my own orgasm crashing over me as I feel his cock pulse out his hot release.

Chapter Twenty

~Alexander~

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