Page 56 of Teacher's Pet

"Good fucking girl," I praise, voice dripping with satisfaction. "Keep taking it, you fucking whore."

She whimpers, trembling in my grasp.

Gathering the saliva pooling in my mouth, I tilt her chin up with a firm grip.

Her wide, desperate eyes meet mine.

"Dirty fucking slut," I scoff.

Then, I spit into her mouth.

She gasps.

Her body stiffens, her pupils dilating, a mix of shock and something far darker flickering in her expression.

I smirk, my fingers still buried deep inside her.

"My dirty fucking slut."

And then, nothing.

Pulling out, she lets out a sharp breath at the sudden loss, the absence of my touch leaving her unsteady.

Turning quickly, she yanks her dress back down, her hands trembling slightly.

But I see it.

The heat lingering in her eyes. The need.

She can try to hide it all she wants.

But I already know, she loved every second of it.

She’s ready to yell at me, ready to spit venom, to act like she didn’t just come undone at my touch.

But before she can, I hold up the proof of her arousal between us.

Her slick glistens on my fingers, undeniable.

"Lapse of judgment?" I murmur, tilting my head.

I take a slow, deliberate step toward her, bringing my fingers closer to her lips, teasing.

"Or are you my little secret, Anastasia?"

Her glare sharpens, but the fire in her eyes doesn’t match the heat rolling off her body.

She grabs my wrist, her grip tight, her next words curling into a challenge.

"You want me to be your secret, Noah?" A malicious smirk tugs at her lips. "Then lick your fingers clean and prove to me your touch is only mine."

Oh, Ana.

You just opened Pandora’s Box.

I don’t hesitate.

Holding her gaze, I part my lips and drag my tongue slowly, torturously, up my middle and ring finger, tasting every last drop of her.

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