Page 76 of Teacher's Pet

Tugging his pants down, his boxers barely contain the thick, straining length beneath them.

Up close, the sheer size of him makes my stomach tighten.

I fight the flicker of alarm threatening to show on my face, masking it with something else.

Something hungry.

Noah watches me closely, his grip tightening in my hair as he moves my head just a little closer.

"Let’s see that pretty makeup streak, Princess."

A delicious ache settles between my thighs, the pain of the night dissolving the moment I’m in his presence.

Grabbing the waistband of his boxers with my teeth, I slowly drag them down, my eyes locked onto his cock as it springs free—thick, hard, intimidating.

Fucking hell.

Can I even fit that inside of me?

Noah strokes himself lazily, his free hand gripping the base as my lips hover just above his tip.

"Spit on it."

The command sends a thrill through me.

Pooling the saliva in my cheeks, I let the warm liquid spill over his head, coating him as I keep my eyes locked onto his.

His breath hitches as his grip tightens.

"God, look at that dirty fucking mouth," he groans, his fingers tugging at my hair. "So eager for me."

Heat floods through my body, my thighs clenching at his words.

"I want to watch you struggle to suck my cock."

A slow smirk curves my lips.

"As you wish," I purr, letting my breath fan over his soaked tip.

His jaw tightens, but before he can react, I murmur, "So long as I’m licking my cum off your cock when we’re done here tonight."

His grip flexes.

A single heartbeat passes, then I take him into my mouth before he can process what I’ve just said.

A sharp inhale leaves his lips.

My tongue glides along the ridges of his length, teasing every thick vein as I ease my way down, my mouth stretching to accommodate him.

The moment his tip grazes the back of my throat, a strangled noise escapes me.

Barely halfway, and I already feel the struggle.

Fingers wrapping around his base, I move in a slow, steady rhythm, my tongue tracing along him as I adjust.

But the moment my hand touches him, Noah growls.

His fingers tighten in my hair as he yanks my wrist away.

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