Page 38 of Her Forbidden Teacher

All talk goes out the window. The next several seconds we claw at each other, aching to be together in this way. My teeth knock against hers and I taste blood. I think it’s my lip or tongue. The head of my cock slides to her opening on its own accord. Slowly, I begin thrusting and it slides in slowly, millimeter by millimeter. Once my dick is nice and slick from her juices, I drive it the rest of the way in.

Her scream is loud enough I wonder if the neighbors will call building management on me.

“You okay?” I rasp against her mouth, nearly blacking out from the sheer pleasure of her pussy milking my cock. “I can pull out.”

Her fingernails dig into my shoulders. “No. Keep going. I need this. Need you, Theo.”

Our mouths fuse together and the next few minutes become a frantic blur of pleasure and need. And when I’m about to come, I move my hips slightly. Her heels dig into my ass. I don’t fight her and give her what we both secretly want.

Consequences.

Because that’s what this is.

Her eyes sear into mine as I come. I reach between us to give her clit some more attention. It’s so stimulated, her orgasm hits almost violently. The end of her virginity is messy but the most intense thing I’ve ever been a part of.

“God, I’ll never get tired of that. Of you,” I murmur against her lips as I slowly slide out of her body. “Tell me you liked it.”

She hugs me to her. “I loved it.”

I settle on the bed beside her, my soaked cock pressed against her hip. Reverently, I stroke her hair away from her face and kiss her lips. “Me too.”

“I don’t want to go home,” she grumbles. “I want to stay with you forever.”

I want that too.

“I know.” I run my nose along hers. “One day. I promise, baby.”

This satisfies her and she grins at me. “I’ll hold you to it.”

“Come on. Let’s clean you up.”

As much as I wanted to fuck her again in the shower, I didn’t. She was still sore and in a super cuddly mood. So, I just put all my focus on making her feel valued and wanted. Washed herbody and her hair. Towel dried her off. Kissed her through each task. Now, she has to leave and it fucking sucks.

Since it’s dark out as I walk Addison to her car, I boldly keep my arm wrapped around her waist. It feels like a gift.

“Will your mom be looking for you? It’s after midnight and you have school tomorrow.”

She grimaces. “I have a few missed texts from her. She’s pissed I turned off my location.”

“Go. Before you get yourself grounded.”

“I’m eighteen now,” she sasses. “I can do what I want.”

I chuckle. “Just be a good girl.”

I’m about to lean forward and kiss her goodnight when a familiar car passes by. I tear my eyes from Addison, watching Mary Ellen’s car drive past.

“Shit. It’s my ex-wife.”

Addison gapes at me. “What?”

“Call me when you get home. I’m going to go see why she’s stalking me.”

I squeeze Addison’s hand as a goodbye in case Mary Ellen is recording us or some shit. My good girl climbs into her car and drives away. Once she’s out of sight, I stalk over to Mary Ellen’s car that’s now idling in a handicapped spot. When I reach her window, I rapidly tap on it, indicating she needs to roll it down. Immediately.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I demand, voice colder than I’ve ever spoken to her before. “This is harassment.”

She scoffs. “I was just coming to talk to you, but apparently you were too busy with your girlfriend. Who is she anyway?”