Page 162 of Teacher's Pet

"How ready is that pretty pussy to take another pounding from me?" His voice is thick with hunger, his hands drifting lower, over my stomach, his fingers teasing just above my core.

I writhe against him, desperate for more, for him.

"Do you know how bad I want to hear you scream my name?"

The second his fingers brush against my clit, my whole body jolts. He circles it slowly, dangerously, applying just enough pressure to make me whimper but not enough to give me what I need.

"How badly I want you to beg for me to stretch you out again?"

Then, without mercy, he plunges his fingers inside me.

I cry out, head falling back against his shoulder as he thrusts deep, stretching me, working me open, curling his fingers just right, knowing exactly how to tear me apart.

The slick, wet sounds of my arousal echo in the room, mingling with my breathless moans. Behind me, his cock twitches, precum smearing against my back, the evidence of his own desperation making my thighs clench.

"So, Ana?" he taunts, his voice dark and full of promise. "How bad do you want it?"

Pleasure courses through me, my body burning, my mind fogged with nothing but him.

I smirk, rolling my hips against his fingers, letting the bliss consume me.

"I don’t know," I purr, my voice dripping with challenge. "How bad do you want to fuck me?"

"Let’s see," he murmurs darkly, his thrusts slamming deeper, harder, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.

"I’d love to fuck you so hard you’re dripping down my cock," he growls, his voice rough, possessive.

His fingers slip out, only to be replaced by his hands hooking beneath my thighs, spreading me wider, forcing me open.

"Completely-"

He reaches down, guiding his thick length to my aching entrance, the swollen head stretching me, teasing me, making me whimper.

"Under my-"

My breath catches as the tip pushes in, forcing my walls to part, my body molding around him in the most delicious way.

"Control," he growls, holding me firmly in his grasp as he lowers me down onto him, his cock sinking in deep, filling me inch by inch until I can’t breathe.

I cry out, my arms still strapped above my head, my legs helpless in his grip.

Pinned.

At his mercy.

Noah doesn’t hesitate, he owns me, thrusting up as he bounces me on his cock, using his strength to slam me down, meeting each stroke with punishing precision.

Gasps and moans tumble from my lips, my body nothing but pleasure, my breasts bouncing with each ruthless movement.

"How does it feel?" he purrs against my ear, his voice dripping with control. "To have my cock so deep inside you, you can’t even speak?"

I try, fuck, I try, but all that comes out are broken, incoherent sounds.

He pounds into me harder, making sure I can’t answer, making sure all I can do is take it.

Take him.

Noah ruthlessly pounds into me, his grip unrelenting, his hands working me up and down with a force that has my moans unraveling into screams. Each thrust is punishing, brutal, sending shockwaves of pleasure tearing through me as the sound of skin meeting skin fills the air.

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