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Without hesitation, she leans her forearms onto the counter and lifts her ass up in offering, her skirt so short that it covers nothing, giving me a perfect view.

“Good girl,” I say. Then, I rip open the foil packet and roll the latex down my length.

Looking over her shoulder at me as I enter her, she parts her lips and gives me a look so sexy, I could come on the spot. She feels amazing, soaking wet and tight—just the way I like it. When I grip her hips tight enough to leave marks, she lets out a series of screams, taking it as I fuck her harder and faster.

“Oh God,” she moans.

“Told you,” I say into her ear, laughing to myself because I was right about what I said to her in the club.

I love the sight of her as she completely unravels beneath me before we both lose control.

I’ve just fucked a teacher—or at least, a woman dressed like one—fulfilling my childhood fantasy. After all those years of wishing I could bend a hot teacher over her desk, this came pretty damn close to what I had imagined.





Chapter Three





Olivia





After I’ve had a few hours of sleep, if that, my alarm clock beeps, the sound reverberating through my bedroom. It gives me an instant migraine, and coupled with the massive hangover, it makes me feel sick to my stomach. I open one eye, afraid of what I might find when I glance at the space next to me on the bed. A small part of me is hoping Mark is gone. I wanted nothing more than a one-night stand. Clearly, that was all Mark was looking for as well.

But, when I find myself rolling onto my other side, I take in the sight of his pale skin and the dark tattoos on his arms and chest. He has one on his hip bone—a green four-leaf clover.

How very Irish of him.

He’s even more attractive in natural light. The early morning rays breaking through the opening between the curtains reveal a dusting of freckles on his cheeks, arms, chest, and legs.

The sight of him naked makes me wet with anticipation for more, and the thought of his huge cock inside me again forces me to lean over and take his length in my hand, stroking gently before picking up the pace. I have never been this forward with men in the past. But, after the night we had together, Mark has provoked my inner smuttiness, and that part of me wants to come out and play.

With a sexy-as-fuck glaze in them, his eyes shoot open as he reaches over to run his fingers through my hair, the thick muscles in his arm flexing. “Fuck, Teach,” he mumbles under his breath. When I lean forward to lick the tip of his forever-growing erection, he pulls my head closer. “You sure know how to wake a man up.”

I stop for a second to look up at him. “I want to hear you say it.”

He groans. “Say what?”

I smile, finding pleasure in teasing him. “Those three little words.”

At first, he looks confused. Then, he cracks a smile, and the corners of his mouth turns up into a smirk. “Suck. My. Cock.”

I nod and take his length in my mouth until I can feel him in the back of my throat. He twists my hair between his fingers, practically choking me as he tightens his grip and lifts his hips. I love hearing the sounds he makes when he comes.

He licks his lips, and his voice is soft and sensual as he says, “Good girl.”

My God, I love when he says that to me, and I barely have time to swallow before he has me on my back with my legs spread open. He grabs a condom from the nightstand, rolls it on, and pushes inside me. I have no time to adjust to his size, forced to take all of him at once. Grabbing my hips, he fucks me hard, so fucking hard that I’m in physical pain but that pain turns to pleasure. And I don’t want him to stop. It has been far too long since my last boyfriend, and no one has ever fucked me in the way Mark is right now. Mark is a sex god.

He’s so rough that I’m pretty sure he will leave his fingerprints on my skin. I want him to mark me, make me his, make me come. I slide my hand through his auburn spikes, my legs wrapped around him and digging into his back. A sheen of sweat forms on his forehead, and I can taste his saltiness as he kisses me.

My screams die off in his mouth as my body trembles beneath him. He makes me come not once, but twice, the orgasms happening so close together that I had no idea it was even possible. After he comes, he kisses my forehead and then leaves a trail of kisses down my neck and chest before sliding out of me and off the bed to use the bathroom.

A minute later, he stands in the doorway, still hard as a rock. Ripped with muscles and covered in tats, he reminds me of a younger and more athletic version of Michael Fassbender, which makes this even hotter because I have an insane celebrity crush on him.

Looking like he just stepped out of a fitness magazine, Mark either lives at the gym or has played sports because his thighs are big and toned, and his calf muscles are perfectly chiseled, unlike any man I’ve ever been with before. And he has an ass, a legit firm backside that I can grab ahold of and dig my nails into as he takes me to a point of ecstasy.

“You know, it’s not polite to stare.” He laughs and bends down to retrieve his clothes from the floor. “But who could blame you?”

Sitting up, I cross one leg over the other and frown. “Cocky much?”

“Cocky? No.” He steps into his boxer briefs and slides them over his hips, the band snapping at his waist as he winks at me. “Confident? Yes.” Once he finishes dressing, he sits on the bed, takes my cell phone from the nightstand, and taps on the keyboard and sends a text message before handing it to me. “We are doing this again.”