Page 55 of Teacher's Pet

She tries to speak, her voice wavering.

"That there’s… a whole room of frat boys-"

"Funny. I don’t hear you finishing that thought."

Because we both know she won’t.

Not while I have her like this.

Not while she’s coming undone at my touch.

"That will touch you?" I murmur, my voice a dark whisper against her ear. "Touch you like this?"

Without warning, my fingers move from her swollen clit to her slick, needy entrance.

And then, I take what's mine.

Two fingers sink inside her, stretching her open as I drive into her without hesitation. Slow, deep, deliberate. As hard as the angle allows.

Her legs wobble.

She clings to my arm, struggling to hold herself up as pleasure overtakes her, her body betraying her completely.

She’s dripping, coating my fingers, drenching my hand, her soft, desperate moans growing louder with every relentless thrust.

"You feel that, Ana?" My voice is low, taunting. "You feel how fucking wet you are right now?"

Her head lolls back against my chest, mouth parted, eyes heavy-lidded as she succumbs to it...to me.

I shift my grip.

My free hand slides up from her breast, wrapping lightly around her throat, forcing her gaze upward, forcing her to watch me as I ruin her.

She gasps, her breath shallow, her lips beginning to press together-

"Keep that fucking dirty mouth open," I snap.

Her eyes flicker with defiance.

"No-"

Wrong answer.

Pulling my fingers from her soaked cunt, I immediately find her swollen clit, pinching as hard as I can.

She jerks, her body writhing against mine as tears pool in her eyes. A muffled scream slips past her lips, her hand flying to cover her mouth as I rip my hand away from her.

She glares at me, anger, frustration, and need flashing in her eyes.

Sliding my fingers back inside her, I fuck into her harder than before, making sure she feels every thrust, every movement, as my thumb teases her overstimulated clit.

"Open your mouth, Ana," I order, my tone leaving no room for disobedience.

Slowly, she parts her lips, her breath ragged.

Good girl.

Smirking, my fingers work her more aggressively, my thumb circling her sensitive bud with brutal precision.

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