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MEGHAN
For the next few days, I don’t leave Julian’s apartment—or his bed—except to attend class. And I’m pretty sure when I show up, the smell of sex oozes from my pores.
But we’re careful because Julian’s reputation as a scholar is as important as my ability to graduate according to plan. That doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy tempting him with low-cut tops and skirts that skim my ass, though.
“You’d better watch yourself, little one,” he growls into my ear after his last lecture for the day.
He reaches out and hooks my arm, dragging me toward him, then presses one hand to my back and pushes me down onto the table, where he keeps stacks of student essays. My chest is flat against the surface and I hear him hum behind me. His hand roams down my back and under my skirt.
“You’ve been wearing skirts like this a lot lately.”
“Just for you, Daddy,” I purr.
His hand wraps around the side of my panties and he yanks, tugging at the flimsy fabric until it tears away.
“Think you can keep quiet, little one?” he asks, showing me the black fabric balled up in his fist. “Or do you need help?”
“I’ll be quiet, I promise.”
He chuckles. “We’ll see about that.”
And then Julian tests my ability to remain quiet. There’s no warning, not even the slightest hint, before he buries his cock deep in my pussy. It’s heavenly and I moan loudly, earning my ass a sound smack.
“One more outburst and I’ll stuff these between your gorgeous lips,” he warns me.
I nod and do my best, but it’s hard when Julian slams ruthlessly into me over and over.
I grip the edge of the table, pressing my ass against him. He grips my hips tightly, completely controlling the rhythm.
The papers beneath me shift until they fall to the floor. The sounds of our bodies slapping together and the light fluttering of paper fill the cavernous lecture hall. And then Julian adds more fuel to the fire.
“Touch yourself, little one,” he demands. “Finger your clit while I fuck your pussy.”
I look back at him because there’s no way I’ll be able to remain quiet.
“Open wide,” he says before pressing the fabric against my lips.
Once he’s satisfied the makeshift gag is in place, he repeats his previous command, emphasizing it with another loud crack on my ass.
One hand remains on the desk while the other slides between my slippery folds. I can feel his length against my fingers as his thick cock strains the walls of my pussy. Despite the fabric muffling any sound, I groan.
Holy fuck, this is dirty. And hot.
My fingers furiously work my clit, strumming it, teasing it, while Julian plunges in and out of me. He whispers filthy things into my ear, saying anything to ignite the powder keg inside me that’s ready to blow.
“Come on, little one,” he encourages me. “Come all over Daddy’s cock.”
My entire body tenses until I can’t take any more. Until I thrust my ass against him, my eyes rolling back in my head. A loud whimpering moan escapes my lips and I’m sure I’ll be punished. Anyone walking by could have heard that, but I don’t care. All that matters is the powerful orgasm setting my body on fire.
I’m completely oblivious until Julian’s frantic pounding jolts me back to reality. His hold on my hips is almost painful, but the discomfort doesn’t last long. Julian roars through his own climax as his cock pulses, filling me with his seed.
“Fuck,” he growls right before he slips out.
Despite my exhaustion, I feel empty. I crave a connection with Julian and when we’re not together, I almost feel adrift. When I told him I loved him, he dismissed me, but I was being completely honest. And now that he’s reclaimed me, my desire and affection for him have only grown.
Which makes me wonder about his feelings.
The word “love” has yet to escape his lips.
