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I don’t like the thought of leaving Sheree alone though, being without her makes me feel on edge. Makes me imagine the worst without me there to look after her.
I glance at my watch and fight the urge to whip my dick out under the table and press it into her foot, letting her know my thoughts.
Some of them anyway.
“I’ll drop you back at your dorm, and at four o’clock I want you in my classroom. Understand?” I tell her with all the authority I can muster.
Already feeling my cock starting to twitch, yearning for her hot little hole already.
My seed boils inside my thick shaft. Ready to explode inside her.
Her nod and flushed cheeks let me know she’s feeling the same way.
I dunno which is hotter. Seeing her naked, fingering her little slit and running my tongue over it, or knowing that it’s exactly what she wants me to do.
The anticipation of the moment.
The thrill of the chase that’s never gonna be over because every time I touch her. Every time my mouth kisses her body, it’s like the first time all over again.
“F-four o’clock,” she stammers. Her teeth almost chattering she’s so fucking ripe for me.
Chapter Thirteen
Sheree
Getting from the diner to Michael’s car is a blur, and try as we might it’s damn near impossible to keep our hands off each other once we’re actually in his car.
His huge hand is down the front of my leggings before I can blink, and mine is tugging at his zipper before he’s even closed his door.
Must. Pack.
Four. O’clock.
I try telling myself all these things, but the heat he’s generating between my legs, all the way up into my belly is too intense.
I need him inside me. Right. Freaking. Now.
It’s like the timer inside me is about to go off if he doesn’t.
Ready to pop.
Done.
I don’t know how else to explain it, but there’s more than just an itch that needs scratching.
Bigger things are at play than just the size of the man’s dick.
His tongue mingling with mine and his other hand gripping my breasts. That sweet circuit between my thick pebbled nipples and my stiffened clit is complete again.
But it’s only the beginning, it’s the exquisite electrical charge that makes me crave what I know he has ready for me.
His seed inside my womb. The only thing that I know will even start to quell this fire raging inside both of us.
“We can’t… Not here…” I finally manage to stammer, wheezing as he finally parts his lips from mine.
Both of us flushed with heat, the beast inside him ready for only one thing.
The sounds of small town traffic gradually fills my ears, piercing through the rush of blood that’s my raging pulse.
He’s pants and swallows hard.
“You’re right, what if…” he starts, but stops.
I know what he wants to say.
What if Zoe saw us?
What if she did?
The way I feel right now I’m not sure I’d even care.
A single glance from Michael tells me that although he agrees, on the one hand, it’s his only daughter we’d be hurting.
Although he loves her in a different way, he still loves her, and hurting her is the last thing either of us wants.
“What’s wrong with us?” I ask, trying to sound like I can’t believe it.
“You know there’s nothing wrong. It’s just time. Time to do a lot of things,” he growls, starting his car and pulling out into traffic he swerves, as a honking car narrowly misses us, making us both laugh like maniacs.
My hand is still rubbing him through his pants, and one of his quickly finds its way back between my legs, fingering my wetness through my leggings as I spread my legs as wide as I can, moaning loudly.
Counting the seconds before he can plant his dick where his thick fingers are loosening me up.
He somehow manages to make it to my dorm, speeding through the campus gates and skidding to a halt out front.
I look at him puzzled, confused. Almost hurt when I realize he really does mean to drop me off so I can pack.
“What are you going to do?” I ask, and he gives me an intense look before he leans over to kiss me hard.
“Trust me, Sheree,” he says, looking like he can’t believe what he’s saying either.
“It’s just a few hours, I promise. Come to my office at say… four. I’ll be waiting,” he says ominously, glancing at his watch.
I want to protest. My whole body wants to protest, but his words are final, his decision firm, along with the rest of him still under my tiny hand in his lap.
“Trust me,” he groans again, kissing me even harder, not even minding when I bite his lip this time.
In fact, it only makes him growl harder, deeper. Like a man with a true purpose now. Eager to fill some other special errand before he fills me.
