Page 61 of Teacher's Pet

My head tilts back, body arching, drowning in the feeling of him.

"I-I can’t-"

Pain.

His teeth sink into the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh, hard enough to make me jolt, hard enough to draw blood.

A sharp cry escapes me, my head snapping up as my vision locks onto his.

Noah licks his lips clean, tasting the mark he left behind.

"Good girl."

His mouth inches closer to my aching, desperate heat.

Dragging his fingers out of me, he replaces the action with a tight grip, grasping my thighs and holding them open, keeping me open.

His eyes are dark, filled with something primal, something starving.

"I want you looking at me when you cum."

Noah watches me, devouring me with his eyes, as a slow trail of spit drips onto my slick folds, mixing with the unbearable heat already pulsing between my legs.

The moment his tongue meets my dripping core, a loud, helpless moan tumbles from my lips.

He feasts on me like a starved man, his mouth working up and down my folds, his tongue flicking, teasing, claiming.

His grip tightens.

He drags me closer, forcing my legs over his shoulders, pulling me so deep into his mouth that he kneels before me, completely immersed.

My hips are off the bed, held in place by his strong hands gripping my sides, fingers buried into my skin as he keeps me exactly where he wants.

The sight alone, the way he eagerly, hungrily worships me, is enough to make me insane.

I rock my hips into his face, my body desperate for more, for everything.

And then the words slip out, filthy, breathless, and untamed.

"Yeah, you fucking like that, don’t you, Mr. Ackerman?" I hiss, my voice laced with lust and power.

Noah growls against me, the vibrations sending a shudder through my entire body.

"Fucking eating my pussy like a good boy, ready to lick up my cum," I moan, the words spilling from me as the pleasure builds to a dizzying high.

The second the praise leaves my lips, his tongue works even harder—faster, rougher, pushing me closer to the edge with ruthless precision.

"Good fucking boy," I gasp, panting. "Good fucking boy-"

My words dissolve into a broken moan as the climax crashes over me, the hot wave of release spilling onto his tongue.

Noah doesn’t stop.

If anything, he tightens his grip, pulling me impossibly closer, his mouth working up and down my folds, licking and sucking as if he never wants to come up for air.

Even as my moans turn to desperate, quivering cries.

Even as the pleasure shifts into sharp, overstimulated pain.

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