Page 96 of Teacher's Pet

A second later, the toy hums to life inside me.

A gasp rips from my throat, my legs snapping closed, only for Noah’s strong hands to force them apart again.

"Care if we practice?"

My pulse pounds.

"Wait, Noah-"

The vibration intensifies.

I don’t finish my sentence.

I can’t.

Noah’s finger hovers over the screen, and the toy inside me comes to life.

A deep, steady vibration pulses against my aching clit, sending a violent shudder through my body.

I bite my lip, forcing myself to stay silent, my thighs tensing around the pleasure.

Noah’s dark eyes drink me in, his grip firm on my thighs, his presence all-consuming.

The only thing I need more than release is him.

His hands, his mouth, his unrelenting control.

Then it happens, a whimper breaks free from my throat.

Too soft. Too desperate. Too obvious.

His eyes narrow, his expression sharpening with something cruel, something knowing.

"Are you fucking whimpering?" His voice is a razor against my skin. "Whimpering to feel me?"

I suck in a sharp breath, fisting the front of his shirt, trying to ground myself.

"Noah, I c-can’t do this during school-"

His smirk is slow, dangerous.

"Still talking?"

He taps the screen again.

The vibration shifts, from a deep hum to a rapid, torturous flutter, and my hips react before my mind catches up, rolling instinctively.

My hands find his hair, tugging, urging, begging.

"Noah, I need your mouth-"

He doesn’t move.

Instead, he tilts his head, voice dripping with mockery.

"In class?" His smirk deepens. "Ms. Burns, are you asking me to lick your pussy on this desk, right in front of your classmates?"

My stomach tightens, heat pooling between my legs.

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