Page 28 of Bad Teacher

He flipped her around, and bunched her dress at her waist.

Desire dotted her vision, and she plastered her hands on the mattress, desperate to find some balance. He nudged her thighs apart, and ran his fingers into her entrance, making her cream on his digits. She moaned, her head bobbing forward as little beads of sweat formed on her forehead.

“Ass up,” he said, and pressed his strong hand on the small of her back, coaxing her into bending her upper body so her ass stuck in the air.

The submissive position sent a thrill through her, and she turned her face to the side, finding it hard to breathe. He kneaded her butt, warming her flesh until she undulated her hips, offering herself to him, and so very needy of his cock.

He positioned the thick head of his dick at the entrance of her sex, and without rush, moved it around, rubbing it and making her female essence drip from her pussy down her thighs.

God, she needed him. Needed him more than anything else right now.

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Theo glancedat the sexy woman on all fours. His balls drew right up and full with a hot tingle threatening to drive him mad. He ran his fingers down her back, coaxing her to relax, and she dropped her shoulders, lifting her hot ass more. Her face above the mattress, hands side by side.

Earlier, he’d gotten the beaming approval from Arthur Fourton, the food critic who they’d been waiting for. He’d thought then that had been the best part of his day. Hadn’t he been wrong…

The second he’d seen Violet again, his heart hammered in his chest, louder than a lumberjack on a tree. The idea he’d have her for the entire night released something primeval inside of him, which he had to fulfill.

He had to fuck her.

Wanted.

Worst of all, needed.

When he thrust more of himself inside her, a shudder rolled into his gut. He reached for her hair, his fingers trembling at the touch. He couldn’t resist, and swatted her ass, earning a moan from her. This woman wouldn’t be the death of him—she had the power of killing him and bringing him back to life all within one session of lovemaking.

“Violet… it’s been too fucking long, mon amour.”

She rotated her hips, pushing him to the precipice of an orgasm. “I know.”

In response, he grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair and tugged it, making her stretch her neck. He drooped over her, his breath fanning her ear. The scent of her feminine arousal filled the air around him, and he pushed it in, getting high on her. “Every time we fuck, I want to find a way to get closer to you,” he whispered. “To go deeper in you.” He kissed her cheek. “To fuck you harder.”

She let her pink tongue out, searching for his face, and he did the same, until the tip of his tongue stroked hers. She rocked her hips into him, deepening the penetration, and they both growled in tandem, as if that contact shocked them simultaneously.

He pulled her hair tighter, bringing her face closer to his, and caught her lips in his in a kiss that nearly destroyed him. Tongues meshed, mouths melded and he found himself withdrawing halfway from her to slide in deeper, over and over again.

He continued the sinful dance, retreating and thrusting, each time impaling her harder, so much their ragged breaths blended into one. A dark emotion lurked behind his heart, and he questioned why he’d come to care so much for her—in such way that being apart from her made his existence miserable. A force took over him, and he wrestled between the sex he enjoyed and the sex he shouldn’t enjoy—because that would always lead to her. His drug. His… woman?

“Don’t stop, Theo,” she hissed. “Touch me.”

He took her cue and let go of her hair to glide his hand to her sex. When he tapped her clit, to then roll his finger over it, he felt her contraction. Her sweat slicked back muscles stiffed for a moment, and in that split second, he flicked her clit a couple of times to drive her over the edge.

She called his name in a voice throaty, raspy and damn sexy, then convulsed, her body undulating under his, her limbs shaking, and breath labored. She glanced over her shoulder and smiled coyly, but the flicker in her eyes dared him to finish.

With his gaze fixed on hers, he placed both hands on her waist and he slipped out of her completely, his balls aching, his cock about to explode. Pressure built and grew until he could no longer take it, and he thrust into her one more time. Pleasure shot through him, from the very core of his being into her. A powerful energy spilled from him as he spurted his seed inside her, and felt more connected than he had ever been in his life.

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