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You like giving up all your control to me, don’t you? You like when I force you to do things that make me feel good. You like when I use you.
My hand moved faster over my cock, chasing the release I felt tightening my lower stomach. I was so fucking close, but I wanted to wait for her. I wanted to come with her.
Show me you’re still my good girl. Send me a video.
She aimed her phone between her legs, her hand still moving. Her breathing turned more ragged, and her toes curled in her bedspread. A small whine left her, and I knew that sound meant she was close. That she was right there.
“That’s it,” I breathed so quietly it blended in with the night. “Be a good fucking slut and do what I tell you.”
As if my words were the thing to push her over the edge, her head pressed back into the bed, and her eyes rolled back as she came. Her body shook with each aftershock of pleasure shooting through her. Finally, she collapsed back, breathing heavily, and sent the video.
I stared down at the screen, the brightness still as low as it could go, and watched as she pressed two fingers inside her. She moved them hard and fast, showing me exactly how she wanted me to fuck her. The camera shook as she came, but I didn’t care. I’d seen it firsthand; watched her nearly come off the bed from the force of her orgasm.
I glanced up as the video ended, and my mouth fell open. She pressed her fingers inside her mouth, sucking them clean. I dropped my phone as cum shot from my cock, painting the side of her house.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Is this who she was when she thought she was alone? Was she even filthier than I could’ve ever imagined? This just proved that she was perfect for me. That whatever divine intervention had taken place was right after all. Everything that had happened led me straight to her—my dream girl.
I braced my hand on the house, trying to catch my breath. The moment of her fingers sliding between her lips as she sucked on them ingrained in my memory. It replayed over and over and over. Every time I blinked, that image was burned in the darkness behind my eyelids. It’s all I could see and think about.
Even as she got dressed and turned out the light, all I saw was her sucking her cum off her fingers. And all I wanted was for her to do it again.
Chapter Seventeen
The only good thing that happened today was that Cassandra took my threats seriously and dropped my class. Otherwise, it was an awful day. Awful because Winnie, once again, ignored me as she walked into class. She strode right past me and took her usual spot at the back of the room.
I knew we had to be discreet. We couldn’t flaunt our relationship in front of everyone, but was it too much to ask for a little acknowledgement?
“We’ll have a test in our next class, so be sure to go over the study material I’ve provided for you,” I said, wrapping up the lecture. “And if you haven’t finished the reading, I suggest you do so before the test.”
I clapped my hands together, smiling tightly as I watched the students pack their things away. Winnie moved quickly, only having a few things to put into her bag.
“Hey, I have a question,” a boy said as he walked up to me, a piece of paper in hand. “I’m confused about this part of the guide.” I glanced down, barely reading what he was pointing at.
I was too busy watching another guy walk up to my girl. Too busy watching her smile up at him and tuck her hair behind her ear. She always did that to me when I said something. Not when anyone else spoke to her. Who did that kid think he was? What was he saying to her?
“I can help you more if you come to my office hours tomorrow,” I said dismissively.
“It’s just that I’ve gone over everything else, and this is the only thing I don’t understand,” he continued, and I barely swallowed my annoyed sigh. The boy in front of Winnie rocked back on his heels as he said something, and I watched as her eyes widened in that way they did when she was surprised.
What was she surprised about?
Winnie nodded a few times, tucking her hair again. She looked down at her feet, her hands twisting the leather strap of her bag. She didn’t look like she was in distress—she looked the opposite. Whatever he said to her made her…excited.
“Professor?”
“I said come to my office hours,” I snapped, turning my attention to the kid to glare at him. “Maybe if you listened to what I told you, you wouldn’t be so confused.” He blinked a few times, clearly shocked at my tone and words, but I didn’t care.
I stormed past him, taking the steps up to her desk two at a time. I paused when I got to them, standing behind the boy. Her gaze lifted from his to mine, and her face paled.
“Miss Beckett, I need to see you in my office. Now.”
“But—”
“Now, Winona.”
The guy looked over his shoulder, an arrogant expression on his face. What the fuck had he said to her? My jaw tensed as I glowered down at him, waiting for him to move or leave, or do something other than just stand between us. Why was he blocking her from me?
