Page 62 of Teacher's Pet

He doesn’t stop.

His pace only grows, his tongue relentless, his hunger insatiable.

And from the dark gleam in his eyes, I know.

Noah Ackerman isn’t done with me yet.

"Noah," I hiss, my legs trembling, threatening to close around his head. "Fuck, Noah, I can’t-"

His mouth pulls away from my soaked heat, his breath heavy, his eyes dark.

And then he smirks.

"Thank you for the praises, Princess," his voice drips with amusement. "But you are far from done."

Before I can protest, he lets my legs fall from his shoulders and reaches up, yanking the tie free from the headboard.

The second my arms are loosened, I gasp, but the relief is short-lived.

Noah flips me onto my stomach, pressing me into the mattress with an effortless strength that makes my pulse spike.

His hand explores, fingers sliding through the wet mess between my thighs, spreading my slick across my skin with slow, deliberate strokes.

I shudder beneath him, my body betraying me.

Then I feel it.

The heavy weight of his cock glides against me from behind, hard, ready, shielded by nothing.

My breath catches.

His voice is a dark whisper at my ear.

"Question is, Ana-" he drags his cock over my folds, teasing and torturing. "Have you earned to be fucked in the pussy? Or does your pretty ass deserve the attention?"

Fuck.

My hands curl into fists against the sheets, my entire body burning at the thought-

We both pause as the vibration of my phone lights up the bed beside me.

The moment shatters.

My eyes snap to the screen, dozens of texts flooding in at once.

A cold wave of realization crashes over me.

I left Megan and Elijah at the party.

Fuck.

"Fucking Walker," I snap.

Noah’s grip tightens on my hips as I twist beneath him, forcing myself onto my back, ignoring the flicker of irritation that darkens his face.

"Ana-" his voice is warning, edged with frustration.

But I don’t hear him.

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