Page 113 of Teacher's Pet

“We have twenty minutes before class starts,” I murmur, fingers curling around the back of her neck, dragging her closer to my lips.

She gasps; the sound soft enough to send another rush of heat straight to my cock.

“Twenty minutes to have fun with my pretty girl.”

My fingers dip into my pocket, a slow, devious smile pulling at my lips the second I feel the cool plastic beneath my fingertips. The remote.

Rolling my thumb over the large power button, I watch her carefully, waiting for the moment confusion flickers in her eyes.

“Did you listen?” I murmur, voice low and rough. “Is it still inside of you?”

She nods, innocent, trusting.

Perfect.

“Good.”

No warning. No hesitation.

I press the button, watching as the first wave of pleasure jolts through her. Her body lurches forward, pressing into me, a quiet, strangled gasp spilling from her lips before she can stop it.

Burying her face in my shoulder, she muffles the delicate moans I crave, but I won’t let her hide from me. Not now.

My fingers slide between her legs, pressing against her swollen clit, circling gently, teasing, rewarding her for being so obedient.

Her breath stutters.

“Fuck, Noah,” she pants, her voice laced with desperation. “I don’t know how long I can-”

“Then let’s give you something else to focus on.”

I grip her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze.

“On your knees, pretty girl.”

Her eyes widen, darting toward the door. The risk, the thrill of getting caught, it only makes this sweeter.

But she obeys.

Slowly, she slides off my lap, dragging her hands down the front of my pants, teasing, lingering. Taking her time just to make me suffer.

Nestling herself beneath my desk, she looks up at me, wide-eyed and eager, as if she isn’t about to wreck me completely.

My chair shifts forward, closing the space between us. Her hands move quickly, undoing my belt, fingers tugging, clawing at my waistband like a starved animal.

I let her work, watching every delicate movement, every flicker of hunger in her eyes.

Then I fist my hand in her hair, tilting her chin up, forcing her to hold my stare.

Innocent. Tempting.

Fucking mine.

“Open your mouth.”

She obeys without hesitation, parting her lips, her tongue flicking out in silent invitation.

My free hand works open my fly, and the second my cock has room, it springs free, hard and aching, desperate for the warmth of her mouth.

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