Page 28 of Teacher's Pet

Guiding my hand back to my aching warmth, a devious smirk curls up the corners of his mouth.

"Finger yourself," he demands.

Still coming down from my climax, I struggle to find my words.

"W-wha-"

"You heard me. I'm going to watch you finger yourself while you lick your cum off of my fingers."

Not even posing the proposal as a question, my core throbs with eager anticipation to please him.

God, I already came, yet his words are making me slick enough for three of my fingers to slide right in.

"You didn't stop-"

"And I won't. Not until I get what I want."

Swallowing, I close my mouth.

What is happening now is more than sexual satiation.

He lives for the power he can exert and I'm feeding right into it.

Sliding my fingers inside of myself, I use my free hand to cover my mouth. Grabbing my wrist, he makes me finger myself more aggressively.

"I want you shaking, Anastasia," he growls.

Lowering my hand from my mouth once I have adjusted, he allows me to move my hand on my own. Bringing his slick fingers to my mouth, I pump my fingers in and out of myself with a great deal of force. Licking my cum from his fingers, I close my lips around them. Gasping and moaning as he works his fingers in and out of my mouth, the dual sensation tips me further to a point of no return. Once more reaching out, I feel the outline of his cock outside of his pants. Gripping his wide base once the warmth returns to my stomach, he eyes the sight with a malicious grin.

"Look at you grasping onto me," he whispers. "You can barely handle my fingers, how much do you think you'd be screaming if it was my dick pounding in and out of you?"

Moaning once again, he pinches one of my nipples.

Forcing down a yelp, he slowly drags down one of the straps to my top.

"The least I can do is give those pretty tits some attention-"

Before he can finish, a loud knock echoes against the door, and we both freeze, tension crackling in the air.

"You still in here, Mr. Ackerman?"

My heart skips a beat.

Who the hell?

"The custodian," Noah hisses under his breath, his voice tight with barely contained frustration.

Looking at the mess before me, I pull my fingers from me. Panting heavily, I run my hand through my hair. Adjusting his cock, Noah's feral look dies down. Readjusting my top and shorts, I slide off of his desk, petrified to see my slick mess on its surface.

What in the fuck did I just do?

Glaring at the door tethered to the classroom over, Noah lowers his eyes as he adjusts his length.

"Just give me a few minutes, Tate," Noah yells.

Still feeling the sting in my cheeks from his slaps, my vagina throbs with pain and pleasure.

"Ana, don’t," Noah whispers, his voice low, almost pleading, as he watches me inch backward toward the door.

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