Page 60 of Teacher's Pet

A perfect, intoxicating mix.

"We’re not in my classroom anymore," he murmurs against my skin. "Let it all out."

His fingers hook into my panties, dragging them down my thighs.

My breath stutters as his hands roam, kneading my breasts, teasing my skin with calculated precision.

Then, lower.

His fingers ghost over my drenched folds, tracing, taunting.

Our eyes lock.

"Is this what you wanted, Ana?" His voice is smooth, mocking.

He forces my legs open, his grip rough as his hand leaves my chest.

"Did you want me all to yourself?"

I’m too far gone to hold back the defiance bubbling inside me.

"I d-don’t know, Noah," I hiss, my voice breathless, teasing. "Maybe you should stop running your mouth and make me cum."

The second the words leave my lips, I know I’ve fucked up.

His fingers dig into my thighs, his jaw tightening.

A wicked smirk spreads across his face.

"Right away," Noah hisses.

Tightening his grip, his head lowers, his final warning sending a shiver through me.

"Feel free to scream."

Forcing three fingers inside me without hesitation, he shoves them as deep as his hand allows.

A sharp gasp catches in my throat at the overwhelming stretch, pain and pleasure colliding in a dizzying mix.

His pace is immediate, rough, unrelenting. His fingers drive in and out, pushing slick, obscene sounds into the air between us, each movement deliberate, possessive.

"Look at your fucking pussy," he hisses, watching the mess I’ve made, the way my body responds to him. "So eager. So desperate. All fucking mine."

His fingers curl inside me, hitting that devastating spot with ruthless precision.

My body reacts instantly, legs shaking, heat curling deep in my core, the creeping presence of an impending climax threatening to consume me.

I can’t stop it.

I need it.

"No," Noah snaps, his voice sharp, unyielding. "Not yet, Ana."

I whimper, struggling against the pleasure.

"Look at me."

I try, but the sensation is too much.

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