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“That’s right, my dirty little girl,” I growl as I approach the point of no return. “All that cum of mine that you swallowed? It’s supposed to go inside of you. That’s how I breed you. How I make you mine forever. Understand?”

Her body shivers beneath mine as she nods up at me, wide-eyed. “Yes.”

“You want me to breed you, Maisy? Because I don’t think I can pull out of your sweet pussy.”

“Breed me, Professor,” she replies without hesitation. Her words crack through me like a bolt of lightning. I gnash my teeth and let out a growl like a predator and bury my cock in her sweet little hole, bottoming out until my balls press against her asshole. Snatching a fistful of her hair, I drag my tongue across her neck as the first pump of my cock sprays my release inside her.

“There it is,” I grunt. “Feel that? That’s my cum, baby.”

“I feel it!” she cries out, snatching her arms around me as her pussy contracts, clamping down on me as her own orgasm crashes into her. We come together, wrapped in the bond of ecstasy as I empty my balls and her pussy milks my cock until the last drop is all the way inside her.

Her entire body trembles beneath mine as I collapse on top of her. We’re both panting as I wrap her in my arms and roll her onto her side. She lifts one leg over my hip, and I suck her lower lip gently as she gasps for air.

“I couldn’t pull out,” I confess.

“I didn’t want you to.”

I feel lost as I hold her, like I’m soaring high above the clouds. But at the same time, I feel like I’m right where I belong—with her here in my arms, in my bed, in my home. There’s no doubt in my mind any longer.

“I love you, Maisy,” I say, letting the words roll off my lips as naturally as anything I’ve ever said. It’s the truth. No point in holding back any longer.

Her eyes snap open, and she looks deep into mine. I watch her beautiful face as she accepts what I’ve just said, and her cute lips curl into a smile.

“I love you too, Clark.”

I kiss her deeply again, losing myself in her. “You’re mine now, angel. Fully,” I growl. “And I’m not letting you go.”

12

MAISY

This must be what it feels like to be lovesick.

My body feels so good it almost hurts. It’s like a mixture of overwhelming bliss and pain, and I can’t stop squirming as I lie in Clark’s arms. He’s right here, but my mind keeps dreaming of him like he’s gone away. I keep coming up with these scenarios where he’s no longer here and wondering to myself what I would do then.

I’m torturing myself for no reason. It’s like I’m being swept away on a river of boiling water, trying to see through a layer of fog in front of my eyes. I don’t want to eat, but I feel like I’m starving.

Maybe that’s just because I want more of Clark…

What we just did was unbelievable. I completely ignored Sasha’s warnings and threw myself at him. I let him come inside me, and I can still feel that sweet nectar between my legs. It’s so warm and sticky, like a confirmation that Clark and I are now linked.

What will I do if I get pregnant? I should be nervous about that. I just enrolled in college. Clark and I just met a few days ago. But I’m not worried. As I look up at the man beside me with his sharp chin and strong cheeks and I feel the strength in his arm as it drapes protectively over me, I just know he’ll be there for me. I know we’ll make it work.

Mom’s going to freak out, though. That’s for sure. I can just picture her face when I tell her.

“Would you like some coffee?” Clark asks. “Or some tea?”

“Tea, please.” I smile. “I have a feeling I’m already going to be up all night.”

Chuckling, he presses his lips to my forehead, then gets up off the bed. I watch him walk, naked, each one of his taut muscles moving like he was sculpted by a master artist. Matt, or any of those frat boys like him, would kill to be as ripped as Clark.

It’s still hard to believe this is all real. Part of me thinks it must be a dream. Men like Clark don’t exist. At least that’s what my mom raised me to believe. Now the whole world is shifting beneath me simply by being in his presence.

All I want to do is please him. Be a naughty little girl who obeys his every command. It’s so hot when he tells me what to do. When he explains things. He knows just what to say, and his words seem to melt into my ears as he speaks, driving right down into my core and lighting me up.

I smile at the sound of his footsteps as he walks downstairs. I can feel each thud through the floor. It’s almost like a giant walking through the house. He’s so much bigger than me, and I can’t wait for another chance for him to lift me up into his thick arms and carry me around.

Giggling, I stretch out across the bed. Is this my bed now? What do I do if he asks me to move in with him? Do I move out of the place I share with Sasha?