Page 116 of Teacher's Pet

Most people would be cowering under the desk by now, too afraid to move, too afraid to get caught.

But Ana?

She’s still on her knees, lips stretched around my cock, eyes glistening with determination.

Trying to coax my release, trying to take every last drop of me into her mouth.

Naughty. Fucking. Girl.

Her nails bite into my thighs, hard enough to draw blood, but the pain is nothing compared to the fire coursing through my veins.

How much longer can I hold this off?

How much longer can I keep this hidden?

God.

I can’t fucking take it.

She feels too good. Too fucking good.

I have to cum.

I have to-

A violent, earsplitting screech fills the room.

The fire alarm.

Blasting through the walls, loud, grating, pulling me back from the razor-thin edge I was clinging to.

Fuck.

Scrambling, I grab my mouse, pulling up my inbox, scanning the morning announcements I usually ignore.

9:00 AM – FIRE DRILL.

Well, shit.

Maybe God is throwing me a bone.

Teeth clenched, my voice cuts through the chaos. “Line up outside the classroom.”

No one questions it. Not even Walker. Annoyed by the noise, they file out one by one, leaving without pushback, leaving until it’s just me and my sweet, filthy girl.

The moment the last body disappears through the door, I push my chair back slightly, finally meeting her gaze.

Devilish, smug and sinful.

“You naughty fucking girl,” I murmur, smirking down at her. “Ready for your reward?”

Her response is instant.

Dragging her tongue from the base to the tip, she lays my cock flat against her tongue, eyes dark with need.

“Desperately, sir.”

And that’s all it takes.

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