Page 21 of Working for the Teacher

I push in hard. She cries out and the sound goes straight to the base of my spine. I grip her hips and start fucking her with no restraint, watching every reaction in the mirror.

“Look at us,” I growl. “Don’t look away. I want you to see exactly what you do to me.”

She keeps her eyes on the glass. I watch her watch us… the way her breasts sway with every hard stroke, the way her mouth falls open while my cock disappears into her over and over.

“You drive me fucking crazy. I’ve never wanted anyone this much. I can’t control it. Can’t stop.”

I reach up and fist a hand in her wet hair, pulling her head back so she has no choice but to keep staring at our reflection.

“Look how wet you are. Look how your pussy takes me. Still full of my come and already dripping for more.”

She moans, pushing back to meet every thrust. I feel fucking feral, unhinged, like I could keep her bent over this sink for hours and still not get enough.

“This is what you do to me. You make me lose every fucking ounce of control. All I can think about is getting deeper. Filling you again. Watching you take it.”

I snap my hips harder. The angle lets me grind against that spot inside her that makes her thighs shake. Her eyes stay locked on the mirror just like I told her.

“Don’t look away. Watch yourself come on my cock.”

She starts to tighten around me, crying out my name.

“That’s it. Give it to me. Let me feel you while you watch.”

She shatters again, eyes still fixed on our reflection as the orgasm rips through her. The sight of her coming while forced to watch herself is what pushes me over.

“Fuck—Charlotte⁠—”

I slam in deep and empty myself inside her again, pulsing hard, growling against the back of her neck as I fill her for the second time. My hips keep moving in short, possessive thrusts until every drop is spent.

Even then the hunger doesn’t fully ease.

I stay buried inside her, breathing hard, still watching us in the fogged mirror. We stay like that for a long moment. Breathing hard. Bodies still joined. Water from the shower drips off the ends of our hair onto the counter.

“You okay?”

She nods, eyes half-lidded. “More than okay.”

I ease out of her carefully and grab a clean washcloth, cleaning her gently between her legs. She watches me the entire time.

When I finish, I wrap a dry towel around her and another around my waist.

The doorbell rings. Charlotte startles, then looks toward the hallway.

“That’s the pizza.”

“That guy deserves one hell of a tip for the timing.”

She laughs. “Behave.”

“Little late for that.”

She gives me a look and starts toward the door, still wrapped in nothing but the towel.

“Charlotte.”

She turns. “What?”

“You planning to answer the door like that?”