The knob rattled again, a sharp twist that made my heart seize in my chest. Miguel's hand clamped tighter over my mouth, his c**k still buried deep inside me, twitching with the need to move. I could feel every inch of him pulsing against my walls, the slick heat of our connection making it impossible to think straight.
His eyes locked onto mine, dark and fierce, a silent command... ‘stay quiet.’ But the way he ground his hips forward, just a fraction, sent a jolt of pleasure through me that nearly broke my resolve.
'Principal Castillo?' Mrs. Patel's voice came muffled through the door, polite but insistent. 'The superintendent's on his way early. Should I prepare the conference room?'
Miguel swallowed hard, his free hand still gripping my thigh, fingers digging into my flesh like anch
