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Professor Dirk Winston is lose your panties, fall to your knees, thank (not-lost) Jesus, fucking hot as sin.
I’m betting this time next year, you’ll be settled down, married, and covered in babies. It’s why you came back to college—for a second chance.”
“Sharon isn’t a danger to me. I want to break his hands every time he touches you.”
Reanna Lorak might be a sensual distraction, but I’m not ready for that kind of loss.
“Last one…” She nudges my hand, and I look down to watch her slide a scrap of red lace into my palm. It’s her micro-thong, and I freeze as it enters my fist. “I’m sorry it’s damp. I couldn’t stop thinking about your mouth on my pussy in class.”
“What’s it going to take for you to stop?” We’re so close, I step forward so our bodies are touching. I rise on my toes, sliding my fingers in the side of his thick, wavy hair. My lips brush his ear as I whisper. “I think you’ll have to fuck me.”
“Is this what you want?” It’s practically a growl. “You want me to fuck you this way?” “Yes,” I moan, lifting my ass so he can drive deeper. “More…” His hand on my hip grips and pulls me to him as he complies, releasing all the anger, need, and frustration we’ve battled for so many weeks. “You like my dick in your pussy?” “Yes…” I’m practically sobbing. “I love it.”
I’m sure I’m losing it, because I slip my fingers into my mouth, and she tastes like the most addictive drug on the planet.
Every time you look at me or stand near me, all I can think about is your soft, pink pussy swallowing my cock.
“Even when you hurt me, I’ll still come to you. Remember?” “I didn’t hurt you.” His voice is equally quiet. “You hurt me.” “And for that I’m so sorry. You’re the best man I’ve ever known.”
Our love might have started as a scheme, a plot by evil people to do bad things, but the strength of what we have, the undeniable force of our attraction, broke through their plans. What started out as forbidden, dissolved under the strength of two lonely souls searching for family, for belonging, for the missing piece. We found it in each other. We’re silent yet strong, wounded, but still fighting, and we earned our happily ever after.
