Rachel slams the door behind herself, refusing to break contact with the mohawk'd teacher she's currently kissing. He presses her back against the door, lifting her up so he can better reach her hungry lips. Her legs wrap around his waist. He seductively bites her neck, causing her to breathlessly moan, "Noahhh!" His hands roam to her torso, helping her shed her snow-laden winter coat. Her hands struggle to tug his sweater and tank off of his well-muscled body. Puck carries her to her very familiar bedroom, carefully depositing her on the edge of the mattress. He unbuttons her too-tight sweater, then proceeds to massage her breasts and tweak her hardening nipples, eliciting another loud, high-pitched moan to escape Rachel's throat.
Puck climbs on the bed, directly overhead and finds a pair of bandannas hanging off the headboard; he then uses them to tie Rachel's wrists to the headboard. He slowly coaxes off her intoxicatingly short skirt. Her moans become more distinct, from nonsensical syllables to a coherent phrase: "Fuck me, Noah!"
He growls in her ear, "Not until I say so. You will not do anything unless I say you can. Don't move a muscle, don't make a sound, and don't you dare cum until I let you." She stifles a moan in response.
Puck slides further down on the bed, until his nose is level with Rachel's soaking-wet purple lace thong. He drags his nails across her hips as he pulls the irresistibly sexy waistband down to her ankles, where the scrap of fabric falls to the floor. He guides her legs apart, tracing the inside of her thighs with his tongue, teasing Rachel with his proximity to her throbbing, dripping pussy.
He finally runs the tip of his tongue along her wet folds, causing her hips to buck involuntarily. He growls, gives her a painfully seductive slap on her ass. "You disobeyed me. You need to be punished," he says at the same time.
After what feels like forever for Rachel, Puck finally slides his tongue against her flit, then into her dripping pussy. She fights back a moan as his tongue expertly dives into her begging center. His hands wander, thumbs sliding across her inner thighs, his fingertips ghosting along her hips. Her moans become harder to suppress. One escapes; she screams "Noaaaahhhh!". He continues, enjoying her reaction too much to enforce the rules so stringently. She begs for release, but, right as she is on the edge, he stops, causing her to emit a whine at the loss of contact.
He climbs back to the head of the bed, releases one of Rachel's hands. He orders her, "remove my pants, now." She quickly obeys. He forces her to take in his massive, hard, dripping cock. He tells her, "suck it, suck it like the cum-dumpster you are." She agrees, taking him all the way in, taking full advantage of her lack of gag reflex. He starts thrusting his hips forward, increasing the pleasure tenfold. As he approaches his peak, she uses her free hand to cup his balls. The sudden increase in stimulus causes him to lose control. He shoots his seed down her throat with an incoherently blissful moan.
After swallowing every drop of the whitish fluid, Rachel starts to sit up. Puck forces her back down, telling her, "you're not done yet, you little cocksucking slut." He can see her eyes darken even more with ever-building lust. He forces her legs apart, positions himself between them, and slams into her quivering center, as hard as ever. Their moans tumble out in unison with every thrust. Rachel's moans get louder and more high-pitched, until she is practically screeching, but neither want to stop. Suddenly, Rachel reaches her climax, her walls clenching around Puck. The sudden force causes him to reach his second. He collapses on her, releasing her wrists.
As she begins to drift off to sleep, Rachel whispers in his ear, "I love you, Mr. Puckerman".
"I love you too, Mrs. Puckerman," he replies, pulling a blanket over them.