Page 18 of Bad Teacher

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The moment he put Violet on her bed, she moaned. Having him carry her from the kitchen to her bedroom had been a tortuous affair, with both of them teasing each other, kissing to exhaustion.

He peeled off his clothes, pulling his shirt over his head then removed his pants, boxers and shoes, kicking them to the side. When he’d fucked her the other night, she hadn’t been able to gape over his body, but now… muscles rippled and bunched as he walked, and her gaze followed the sinful V-shaped area leading to his cock. His huge, hard, powerful cock.

She licked her lips in anticipation. He joined her on the bed, and a low current went up her spine. Being with him made her forget about anything else but the two of them—and pleasure.

She arched toward him, and he helped her pull her dress over her head. The intimate smile he flashed her when he saw her in her bra and G-string she’d take to her grave. Aroused, she reached to the back of her bra and unclasped it, letting it fall down her arms until it reached the bedspread.

“Trop belle.” His accent became more enunciated and even sexier.

She chewed on her bottom lip. She’d expected to feel exposed, bare, but a measure of freedom filled her from top to bottom, and her clit throbbed in anticipation. Hell, who was she kidding? All of her tingled, seared, demanded. “You’re not so bad yourself.” She touched his neck, then perused down his chest and made invisible circles around his taut nipples.

He shuddered under her touch, and a strand of female power coursed through her. When he lowered his lips to hers, an electrifying current passed between them, raising the little hairs at the back of her neck.

He claimed her with the ruthless kiss, and she matched his urgency, her tongue challenging his. She drew herself closer to him, desperate for the skin on skin contact—fully naked. A second later, she trembled… wasn’t it wonderful? They completed each other like match and fire.

He grazed his teeth on her lower lip, bruising her tender flesh, then released her lips with a pop. Growling, he lowered himself over her body, exploring her like he hadn’t had the time to the other day. The moment he closed his mouth around her breasts, she moaned, her sound filling the air. She found it impossible to stay still, and moved on the bed, every little motion helping get more of her onto him, on her eager goal of giving him all she had to give.

He moved to her other breast, lapping his tongue at her hard nipple. A heat she’d never experienced before formed behind her chest and stirred it, sending thrills of excitement down her body. He must have understood the cue, because he slid one hand between her legs, nudging her thighs apart. “Fuck,” he murmured when he slipped three fingers into her drenching wet pussy.

Another whimper escaped her mouth. He teased her, nibbling her breast, then sliding his fingers in and out of her, scissoring her slick folds. She thought she’d explode when he disengaged from her breast and buried his head in between her legs.

First, he licked the outside of her sex, the tip of his tongue giving her little shocks of pleasure. Then, he went for the kill and licked her folds, sucking the pearly cream between them. She grabbed a handful of the bedspread and clutched it hard, thrusting her head from side to side.

He continued sliding in, then withdrawing his fingers, each thrust harder and deeper than the last. She arched herself to him, undulating her hips, in a crazy overdrive of hormones she herself couldn’t explain.

“God, yes. Theo… you’re driving me—”

He sucked her clit, taking the bud in his mouth, and it was like removing the pin of a grenade. She called out his name, as wave after wave of pleasure rushed through her, claiming every bone of her body, every breath of her lungs.

As for him, he didn’t let up and kept on licking her, playing with her until she stopped quivering and her breathing returned to normal. He worked his way back up, kissing her stomach, the valley between her breasts then her neck.

So good. She slid her hand down his wide back, then clasped his muscly ass. In retaliation, he rubbed the thick head of his cock at her entrance, which reignited her libido automatically. “Theo, please—”

“What?” He nibbled on her earlobe, and a wave of heat flooded her. Suddenly, her insides were in turmoil again, her desire at war with common sense. She could no longer wait. No longer.

“Fuck me,” she said, and those two words unlocked a new milestone for her. She’d never been a dirty talker or used this kind of language in the bedroom. Now, nothing else made more sense than this. “Fuck me,” she repeated, this time, with a more demanding voice.

Groaning, he thrust inside her, filling her with airtight fit. She sucked in a breath, willing her inner walls to adjust to his size, his girth, his hardness. God, this felt wonderful. The scent of sweat and sex swirling around them, the blanket of warm intimacy as he began to slide out of her then return, making her feel achy and complete.

“So fucking good,” he whispered, then intensified the rhythm.

She wrapped her legs around his torso, the air nearly socked out of her lungs. Whimpering, she scratched his shoulder blades, urging him to keep going. He moved on top of her with the tantalizing rhythm of an ancient dance—his hips rocking into hers then retreating, his large body claiming hers in the most primitive way a man could a woman.

She contracted her inner walls and earned herself a couple of growly moans from him. Then, he flipped her over, switching positions, and she straddled him. Disoriented but turned on, she adjusted her hips, switching the angle a notch to get even more pleasure from him.

Then, she rode him, back and forth, undulating her hips. His gaze was laser focused on hers, and it only added to the hot pressure building inside. Lust, danger and challenge flickered in his eyes, each speck of gold adding a different emotion to the depth of his stare.

She wondered what message her eyes sent to him—did they betray her? Did they show how much being here with him, so close, so naked and sweaty, made her heart sing more ways than one?

Madness. It’s just sex, she told herself, and to prove it, rocked harder, working him so deep inside her, it hurt. He played with her breasts, touching them, cupping them, and eventually squeezing her nipples. She threw her head back, and when she leaned forward to face him again, he surprised her one more time—he came to a sitting position, bringing her with him.

She wrapped her legs around him, eyes searching for his. He fucked her, in the same crazy passionate way she could no longer handle. Her body contracted for one second that seemed to last a minute, then soared to a shuddering, long-lasting ecstasy. His name slipped through her lips, and she closed her eyes, coming to terms with a height of pleasure she’d never experienced before.

He followed her soon after, with one more thrust, then he spilled himself inside her, and took her with him as they plopped on the mattress.

She lay with him, legs entangled. The post-sex bliss felt like the end of a much needed one-hour massage—like a delicious rebirth. He stroked her back, slowly, his fingers feathering over her skin. She enjoyed the closeness, and sighed. “What was in that wine?” she finally asked.

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