Page 81 of Teacher's Pet

Noah groans, low and possessive, biting down on his bottom lip as his release floods into me, filling me until I feel the warm, messy proof of it dripping between us.

But he doesn’t stop.

Even after he’s spent, he keeps using me, keeps moving, his fingers still playing with me, his other hand still toying with my ass, forcing me to take more.

By the time he finally lets up, my body is wrecked, trembling and completely undone.

“Noah, I can’t-” my voice breaks, barely a whisper.

He grips my jaw, tilting my chin up until our eyes meet.

"You're not done yet.” He smirks. “You have a mess to clean up.”

He pulls out of me slowly, deliberately, making sure I feel everything, the loss, the emptiness, the undeniable evidence of what we just did.

The moment I collapse to the floor, knees hitting the hardwood, my head swims.

Noah stays seated, his glistening, cum-coated cock resting in front of me, evidence of what we just did, of how thoroughly he ruined me.

A dark smirk plays at his lips as he drags a single finger down the base of his cock. Lifting, his finger is coated in red.

Blood.

My blood.

Something primal flickers in his gaze.

"Fucking perfect," he murmurs, bringing the finger to his lips.

My stomach tightens as he licks it clean, never breaking eye contact.

A shudder crawls down my spine, but I don’t move.

I should feel shame.

I should feel horror.

But I don’t.

I feel something else.

Something dark.

Something twisted.

“Now clean up.”

The command is simple.

"Yes, sir," I purr.

I lower my mouth to him, dragging my tongue up the length of his cock, licking up every drop of our sin, my body still buzzing, my limbs barely functioning.

The taste is salty and sweet, metallic and raw, nothing like I’ve tasted before, but all of it is his.

And I take everything he gives me.

By the time he’s satisfied, Noah pulls me up onto the couch, letting me collapse against him, my body completely spent.

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