She’s My Teacher… and My Obsession

"Take your hand off my thigh, Elliot." "You’ll have to make me." His fingers slide higher beneath the table. He’s nineteen. She’s thirty-five. He’s her student. She’s the teacher he wants to fuck. And her husband is sitting right across from them. “I think you two are quite… entertained,” Elliot says, pulling his damp hand back. “Why don’t I give Mrs. Ellis a tour of the house?” She hesitates. But one look from her husband, and she follows. He shoves her against the wall —just steps away from the dining room. From her husband. From Elliot’s mother. He lifts her dress, yanks down her panties, presses his hard cock between her ass cheeks and growls: “Want to remind your husband how loud you can moan? Want to give them a little show?” “Elliot… please.” “Please what? You’re grinding against me already. You want this. You want me. I’m going to fuck you right here, right now… and I don’t know what I’ll enjoy more: watching you fall apart, or watching you struggle to keep quiet.” And then he’s inside her in one brutal thrust. She gasps, burning from the inside out. “Fuck, Mrs. Ellis… why the hell are you this hot?” He’s her obsession. She’s his. But Katherine Ellis is married. Wounded. Lost. And Elliot? He’ll destroy anyone who stands between them. Even her husband. Because when you take what you shouldn’t… You never give it back.