Page 164 of Teacher's Pet

Then he moves.

A slow, torturous rhythm, fucking into my ass while the toy thrusts in time with him, leaving me no room to breathe, no space to think.

I scream into the mattress, fists gripping the sheets, my body trembling as he pounds into me.

"Fucking hell-" I cry out, overwhelmed, taken, filled to the brim.

"That’s right, baby," Noah groans, his grip tightening on my waist. "Look at me, filling both of your holes."

He pounds harder.

"You dirty-" Deeper, making me shatter.

"Fucking-" Faster, wrecking me completely.

"Slut."

I’m gone.

"By the time you’re done, Noah," I sob, my body convulsing with pleasure, "I better be bleeding."

That’s all it takes.

A vicious moan tears from his throat as his thrusts turn brutal, erratic. Heat pours into me as he spills inside, his body locked to mine, filling me with every drop of his release. The toy is soaked with my pleasure, dripping as he rips it free from my body, only to pull out and slam back into my aching cunt, wringing every last ounce of pleasure from me.

A rough hand fists into my hair, yanking me up, forcing me against his chest.

"See that, Ana?" he whispers, holding the bloodstained, cum-slick toy before us both, his breath ragged against my ear. "With me, you bleed like a virgin."

I shudder, my lips curling into a wicked smile.

"Yeah?" I purr, snatching the toy from his grip. "Then clean it up."

I climb onto him, straddling his lap, hovering the toy by his lips. His dark eyes burn into mine as he obeys, his tongue dragging over the silicone, licking it clean with slow, shameless strokes, devouring every last drop of our mixed release.

When he’s finished, I toss it aside, his hands immediately curling around my waist, owning me once again. His lips find my neck, my body molding into his as his grip tightens.

Because no matter what, I belong to him.

Noah wraps me in his arms, his warmth sinking into my skin as our lips find each other again. His hands fumble for the blanket, pulling it over us, shielding our bare bodies from the chill creeping into the room.

I nuzzle into his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath against me, our foreheads pressing together as the adrenaline from everything we just did begins to fade.

"I-I don’t think," I whisper between gasps, "I can do that twice in a row again."

A breathless chuckle rumbles through his chest. "Maybe a safe word should have been discussed," he murmurs, his cheeks flushing crimson.

I blink.

Is Noah Antonov actually embarrassed?

A teasing grin tugs at my lips. "Safe word, hmm?" I hum, trailing my fingers along his collarbone. "How about... Teacher’s Pet?"

His brows arch as a laugh escapes him. "Teacher’s Pet?" he repeats, shaking his head. "Pretty fond of yourself, aren’t you?"

"What can I say?" I smirk, only for him to cut me off with another kiss, hot and possessive, his lips dragging along my neck.

I let my fingers thread through his hair, grounding myself in the way he feels, the way he holds me so close like he never wants to let go.

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