Page 152 of Teacher's Pet

“Because you are fucking mine, Anastasia Burns,” he snarls.

His fingers curl into my thighs, gripping hard enough to leave bruises.

“And I will fucking undo you.”

Noah’s mouth crashes onto me, his tongue devouring every inch like a man starved, desperate to claim what’s his. He licks me clean, his tongue flicking over the cut on my hip before sealing his lips around it, sucking as his fingers dig into my skin. My moans spill freely, the sound sinful and unfiltered.

Then, with a growl vibrating against me, he moves back, his tongue swirling over my most sensitive spot, relentless and unforgiving. A sharp gasp rips from my throat as his hand lifts, plunging three fingers inside me, stretching me wide without hesitation.

A strangled cry escapes me as he drives into me mercilessly, each thrust forcing my body to jolt, my breasts bouncing from the sheer force of it. My hands tangle in his hair, gripping tightly, pulling him deeper against me. My hips roll, grinding shamelessly into his face, lost in the intoxicating mix of pleasure and dominance.

Then, hesitantly, my fingers trail over his scars.

For a moment, I brace myself, ready to retreat, ready to pull away the second I feel them along his neck.

But before I can, his hands shoot up, gripping my wrists.

He doesn’t push me away.

Instead, he forces my hands back, pressing them to his skin, letting me feel every raised line, every mark of pain and survival.

“No more fucking hiding,” he growls, his breath hot against me, his fingers curling deep, sending a shudder through my body.

A sharp, desperate moan spills from my lips.

“No more lies,” I gasp, my head falling back, my fingers trembling against his scars.

His eyes flick up to mine, dark and smoldering, then without hesitation, he spits onto my already slick heat, his fingers driving in deeper, rougher.

“Keep fucking eating me,” I command, my voice wrecked, breathless.

A low chuckle vibrates against me before he obeys, his tongue lapping, his lips closing around me, sucking with brutal intent. My thighs quiver, my stomach tightens, and the pressure coils dangerously, pleasure building to an unbearable peak.

I’m going to break.

I’m going to cum all over his face.

Then, just as I teeter on the edge, Noah rips his fingers away.

“No,” he growls, his voice thick with need, dark with possession.

I barely register the loss before he’s towering over me, his chest heaving, his lips glistening with me.

“You’re cuming on my cock,” he snarls, his grip bruising as he yanks me up.

Spinning me toward the sink, he leans in, his breath hot against my ear.

“Bend over,” he commands, his hands pressing against my hips. “I want you to watch me fuck you in the mirror.”

The knife clatters into the sink, forgotten, as Noah’s hands move with purpose. One grips my hair, yanking my head back just enough to keep me upright, while the other locks around my wrists, holding them firm behind my back. He controls me, keeps me exactly where he wants me as he finally allows me to brace myself against the sink.

And then he ruins me.

He drives into me with unrelenting force, each thrust sending fire through my veins, tearing desperate moans from my lips. Tears spill freely, not from pain but from the overwhelming, unbearable pleasure of him. The stretch, the depth, the way he fills me completely, without mercy, without hesitation, he gives me everything.

My climax creeps closer, tightening low in my stomach, twisting violently. I clench around him, my body on the edge of breaking, my moans growing louder.

“I want to cum,” I gasp, my fingers curling into fists, my body bowing beneath his control. “All over your fucking cock.”

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