Page 11 of Bad Teacher

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Apromise or a threat? The words played in her ear with the seduction of a violin. She looked up at him, hoping a part of her wouldn’t betray her. At that point, she wasn’t sure if betraying meant letting herself go for it or turning away from him.

Her entire body stirred with heat, desire spreading faster than fire on timber. What to do? She swallowed, entranced by the twinkle of lust in his eyes. She hadn’t imagined any of it—when he first told her about being indecent, she’d wondered if he joked. But the way his muscles tensed, nearly stretching out of his shirt, the vein ticking in his jaw cemented that he wanted her too. In his bed.

Or in this case, hers, since they were at her house.

He erased the gap between them and pulled her into his arms. “That’s a reality.”

She snatched him even closer and stretched to her full height. He dipped his head down, the intensity in his eyes burning into her soul. When her lips touched his, it was like an electric short-circuit bolted through her veins, saving her from a black and white existence and bringing her to a more colorful life. He coaxed her into parting her mouth and delved his tongue inside her. She cupped his face, feeling each little hair in his trimmed beard. When he intensified the kiss, she also felt his facial hair rubbing on her flesh, branding her.

Her nipples tightened into diamond tips. She melted into his arms, feeling all her defenses dissipate and a wave of raw desire rush through her. A moan formed in her throat. He claimed her mouth with the fervor of a thirsty man desperate to quench his thirst. They moved a few steps, stumbling into furniture, all a big blur.

When he slammed her against the wall, she gasped, but only held him tighter. The feel of his strong, warm, massive body offered her a sense of security she never knew she needed. When he reached down her shorts, pulling them out of the way along with her underwear, a cold draft whispered beneath her skin, and the little hairs behind her neck stood on end.

He wretched his mouth from hers, and she moaned, caressing his scalp vigorously as he slid down her body and with both hands, ripped her shirt apart, buttons flying everywhere. He pulled her breasts out of her bra without removing it. The urgency of his actions only added to her arousal. Desire creamed between her legs.

There was something undeniably hot about how he caught her nipple in his mouth, then lapped his tongue around it, teasing, alternating between sucking and nipping. Blood pounded in her veins, every part of her painfully aware of him. When he stood upright again, for the briefest moments she saw a flicker of an emotion she couldn’t discern in his eyes. Dark, sultry and forbidden.

He bent her over a chair, and soon she felt his hand cupping her sex from behind, his deft long fingers parting her slick folds. A low, animalistic sound leaped from her throat. She splayed her hands on the tufted chair for support, her fingers biting into the fabric.

His exploring of her pussy became bolder, sexier. With deep strokes, he claimed her most intimate part. She’d never in a million years imagined she’d ended up like this—bent over a chair, with Theo Brodeur caressing her with an odd mix of roughness and gentleness.

She grasped the fabric of the chair until her knuckles whitened, and a pained sound escaped her lips. He nudged her thighs apart, and she felt the tip of his cock teasing her entrance. She undulated her hips like some movie star vixen had taken over her body, and she moved sensually, desperate to turn him on as much as he did her.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” he whispered in her ear, and heat coiled low at the pit of her stomach.

She moaned again, throwing her head back, and granting him access to kiss her earlobe, to capture her neck and run his finger along it. Shivers of excitement ran through her. Damn, never in her life had she experienced this fire burning through her, consuming her completely. He played with her folds again, but this time, he added his cock, rubbing it against her drenching wet folds.

“God. Please—”

“Please what?”

Fuck me.The words thumped in staccato, her heart jumping up her throat. No, she couldn’t talk like this—that wasn’t her. She groaned, frustrated and aroused, and reached to his cock, driving it into her.

He retaliated by sliding out until she didn’t feel him close to her anymore. She was about to protest and look behind her shoulder, when he swiftly pressed her back, making it impossible for her to turn. The strong hand on her brought a level of relief she hadn’t known she needed.

He parted her thighs, and this time, he thrust inside her all the way, filling her up. She drew in a breath, needing a second or two to adjust to his size and girth. Wow. He eased his hold on her back, and took that hand to her face, a couple of fingers sliding into her mouth.

Shame filled her cheeks—for wanting this so bad. For not saying no—for starting to suck his two digits in and out as he began fucking her, driving himself in and out of her with quick, shallow thrusts. Did he know he could hurt her with his thick, long cock?

He didn’t seem to care, which only enhanced the ardor eating her up inside. She didn’t need him to care about anything, but she needed him taking her and making her forget about anything else but him. Even without seeing him, she could picture the dark desire in his eyes, the close-lipped smile on his face. The beads of sweat traveling down his neck.

Like ocean waves crashing hard against the shore, he intensified the pace, slamming in and out of her, the friction sizzling her nerve endings. He nipped her neck. Fireworks dotted her vision, and she felt a rush of blood thickening in her veins, the pressure building, building until… after one quick contraction, her body released the agonizing pressure, and she gushed over him, feeling a generous amount of her essence pouring out of her and on his cock, while her body trembled, her limbs weak, her heart about to gallop out of her chest.

Soon, he came, his groan filling the space as he filled her with his hot load. She motioned to move, but all her body seared like she’d been in some electrically charged area and needed time to adjust to reality and stop the tingling sensations running up and down.

She resisted the urge to droop over the chair and let her body fall to the floor, and not move for about three hours. The post-sex glow shifted into a burning realization, heating her cheeks and neck. She’d slept with her student’s dad. Oh, no.

There was no way the principal would approve of this.

Not that he’d ever know, but still—

“You okay?” he asked, impatience lacing his voice.

She cleared her throat. Time to act like a big girl. “Yes.”

“Merde. I didn’t use a condom. I want you to know—”

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