Page 82 of Teacher's Pet

Pulling his boxers back on, he watches me closely.

I part my legs slightly, feeling the mess between them, knowing I’m still leaking.

A thought strikes.

A challenge.

I hook my foot onto his shoulder, forcing him to look between my thighs.

"See your cum leaking out of me?" I whisper, voice drenched in exhaustion and satisfaction.

His eyes darken.

The tension between us crackles.

"Your turn to clean up."

Before he can react, my fingers twist into his hair, yanking his head down, forcing his mouth where I need him.

No resistance.

No hesitation.

His tongue meets me, hot and wet, and I sing his praises, grinding against his face.

"See how you made me bleed?" I whisper, voice barely a breath. "Fucking lick it up. Make me feel better."

Gentle.

Cautious.

Noah takes his time, his tongue tracing every inch of the damage he’s done, savoring it.

It’s almost tender.

Almost.

A moan slips from my lips, but then, something shifts.

My hand, tangled in his hair, drifts lower.

And I feel it.

The deep, rigid scars at the nape of his neck.

They’re old, hidden just beneath his hairline, but undeniable.

What-

Before I can react, Noah’s grip tightens on my thighs.

His head snaps up, his eyes blazing with something unreadable.

"What the hell are you doing?"

The weight of his voice roots me in place.

Something in my chest twists, not from fear.

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