Page 26 of Teacher's Pet

"Walker-"

"I’m not done," I cut him off, my voice sharp as I place my finger over Noah’s lips, silencing him. His eyes widen slightly, and I watch him carefully, wondering just how far I’m willing to push this.

"While Walker was fucking my pussy, burying his fingers inside of me, I slipped up and happily moaned the name of who I was thinking about." I frown. "He was so angry; I had to make it up to him." Lowering myself to my knees, Noah watches me with a look I can't decipher. "I kissed his cock up and down and had to bite back my screams as he throat-fucked me as hard as he possibly could." Leaning closer, the very large and hard presence of his cock presses against his pants. "All because of one name," I mutter. Just barely grazing my lips over the material of his pants, my lips tease his cock. Pulling away, I look up at him with lowered eyes. "Do you know what that name was, Mr. Ackerman?" I question.

Several seconds pass before I whisper a response.

"Noah-"

Letting out a startled yelp, his hand grabs my hair, yanking me to my feet. His grip on my hair forces my head back, and for a split second, his nose barely grazes mine, his breath hot against my skin. The sound of keys rattling behind my back catches my attention, as I feel the cool draft from the classroom door once it swings open.

"Want to daydream, Anastasia?" his voice snaps through the air, sharp and demanding, as he pushes me backward, guiding me into the classroom.

With a swift motion, he slams the door shut behind us, the sound of the lock twisting echoing in the tense silence.

"Fine, let's see if you can handle reality," he growls, his voice low, like a promise of something darker.

He releases my hair, but before I can react, his hand moves to the back of my neck, his fingers digging in as he forces me forward. Stumbling, my legs struggle to keep pace as he directs me toward his desk. The room is too dark for me to see clearly, and I gasp when my body collides with the hard edge of his desk, the shock of the impact reverberating through me.

Ready to turn around and snap at him, his hand forces my head down onto the desk. Keeping his body behind me, I feel his cock press against my already dripping warmth. Divided by nothing but our clothes, the reality of what is happening begins to settle in.

"Noah, what are you-"

"Shut your fucking mouth."

Viciously striking my ass, I let out a yelp, regretting it immensely once his free hand comes over my mouth. Leaning over my body from behind, he has me fully bent over and plastered to the desk.

"That will be the last time your pretty mouth gets anywhere near another man's cock, understand?" he questions. Dropping his hand from my mouth, I speak up.

"Fuck you. You can't tell me-"

Striking my ass again, he squeezes the back of my neck tighter, stifling my yelp.

"I wasn't asking, Ana."

Shocked, I try and find a single coherent thought.

"W-what the hell are you doing?" my voice trembles with a mix of adrenaline and thrill.

"What? Scared? You looked so confident when you were on your knees for me, teasing me as your lips touched my cock," he snaps. Pressing his lips to my ear, my legs shake from eagerness. Biting my lip, the pleasure I feel each time his cock rubs against me is undeniably addicting. "Now, I have you bent over my desk," he says as seduction drips from his tone. "Feeling my hard cock rub against that pretty pussy trapped by those slutty shorts. Walker could barely get you anywhere with his fingers." Pausing, Noah releases his grip on my neck. With a swift motion, he flips me over, positioning me so that I'm facing him now. His hands settle firmly on my hips, his body pressing into mine, heat radiating between us. The edge of the desk digs into my back, a sharp contrast to the pleasure building inside me. The tension thickens as his voice drops to a low growl.

"I wonder just how wet my pretty girl is from my words."

My pretty girl.

Fuck.

Watching his hand slide toward the front of my shorts, his long slender fingers toy with the tie holding them on my hips.

"But Walker-"

"You don't say his name," he snaps. Feeling the sharp, painful strike, my cheek feels as if it is on fire. "Not while I am touching you."

D-did he just slap me?

Did I like it?

"If you're a good girl for me, Ana," he whispers as he undoes the tie. Feeling the material pool around my ankles, my embarrassing hot pink underwear is on full display for him. "Then you can earn my touch." Slipping his hand below my waistband, his fingers creep close to my needy center. Just barely grazing my clit, the taunt I was willing to play into quickly turns into a yearning need.

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