Page 79 of Teacher's Pet

His hand wraps around his thick cock, guiding it to my entrance as I lift onto my knees.

The moment his tip presses against my slick heat, my breath shudders at the sheer realization of what I’m about to take.

Noah watches me, his jaw tight, his patience razor-thin.

"You’re not a virgin, Ana," he growls. "But you’ll bleed like one tonight."

My body jolts as he pushes on my hips, his cock slowly stretching me open, inch by inch.

A strangled moan rips from my throat, my hands clinging to his shoulders as my body arches, desperate to adjust.

"Oh, fuck," I pant, my voice breaking. "Fucking hell."

His gaze darkens, his eyes locked onto mine as spit leaves his mouth, hot, wet warmth sliding down my folds, coating where our bodies connect.

A wicked smirk tugs at his lips.

"Now you’re ready."

Before I can respond, he shoves my hips down.

My moan turns into a scream as I take every last inch of him, the overwhelming fullness making my body pulse with both pain and unbearable pleasure.

His fingers dig into my ass, holding me still, letting me feel every thick inch of him buried inside me.

"Fucking bounce on it," Noah snaps, his voice raw with need. "Or I’ll tie you up and force it in your ass tonight as punishment."

A rush of fear and arousal floods my veins.

Tightening my jaw, I bury the flicker of hesitation.

"F-fine," I hiss, my fingers curling around his throat.

His breath hitches.

"Buckle up, professor."

With a slow, deliberate movement, I begin to ride him, my thighs burning as I work him in and out of me.

Smirking at my attempt to control the pace, his hands clamp down on my ass.

A gasp rips from my throat as he takes over, using his grip to force me up and down his cock, each thrust deeper, harder, his hips slamming up to meet mine with punishing precision.

Each snap of his hips sends a jolt of pleasure laced with pain straight through me.

My moans melt into his, the sound of our bodies colliding echoing louder than our voices.

The need to be closer overwhelms me.

I release his throat, my breaths ragged, my body desperate.

"Fucking come here," he growls.

His fingers tangle in the back of my hair, yanking me down into a brutal, claiming kiss.

Our tongues tangle, our lips bruising, the taste of him consuming me as he holds me flush against him.

I nip at his bottom lip, dragging my teeth along his skin before trailing my mouth to his neck.

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