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Aria gasps, moaning as she comes, her head resting on Gael’s muscled thigh as her fingers dig into his skin.

“Mine,” Gael growls, and I feel the first wave of wetness as he starts to paint the walls of my pussy with his cum. His fingers spasm around my throat before loosening, the black spots playing along my vision before he releases me and I gasp in a breath.

He holds me closely as my pussy milks his cock as he comes, his breaths harsh in my ear as he loses control.

Our chests heave as we struggle to control our breathing, and Gael drops his hand to Aria’s head, his fingers sinking into her hair.

“Color,” he rasps in my ear.

“Green,” I tell him. My pussy is sore, full of cum, and I’m feeling absurdly good.

“Green,” Aria purrs, looking up at us with a wicked grin.

Gael shoves his hand in his pocket, pulling out something that looks like a plug.

“What’s that?” I ask, eyes wide. Aria giggles as she takes it from him.

“It’s to keep his cum in your pussy. Gael has a bit of a breeding kink,” she says with a shrug.

“Make sure to push it all back in, Aria,” he murmurs as he slowly lifts my hips up so he can pull his cock out.

I gasp as I feel the loss of him. “I’m going to make it better, baby,” Aria reassures me, pushing the plug into my pussy.

Moaning as I feel full again, I relax in Gael’s arms. I don’t know why this feels better, but it does.

“Let’s get dressed, go out for one more drink, and then maybe go home?” Gael asks. I nod, starting to feel sleepy. I stand on shaky legs, fixing my clothes as Aria puts her romper back on.

My panties. Glancing over my shoulder as Gael fixes his clothes and stands, he shakes his head.

“Those are mine, Little One. Keep the plug inside of you,” he murmurs.

God, I don’t know what I did to deserve this man, but thank you. I definitely didn’t know I needed him.

Chapter Twenty-Three

ISABELA

I’m waiting to speak to Dean Hopkins and I’m nervous. He’s had me waiting outside his office for the past twenty minutes, and the secretary is taking calls and working as if she doesn’t have a care in the world.

I took extra care when I got dressed this morning, and I’m wearing a black skirt with a pretty lavender sleeveless shirt. Thank you, Aria.

I’m still waiting for the Dean.

Growly Daddy: I don’t like this, Little One. I’m going to finish up here and start walking across campus to you.

I’m sure I can handle it, I just got a weird vibe.

“Miss Cohen,” Dean Hopkins snaps, making me jump as I glance up. Oh my God, I didn’t even see him open the door. “If you’re quite done playing with your phone, please join me in my office.”

I don’t like his tone, and I have a feeling that this isn’t going to go well. I’m not dumb, I really am trying to make smarter choices, so my finger quickly hits the numbers nine-one-one and sends a text to Gael before I put my phone in my backpack and stand.

“Of course, Dean,” I murmur, walking quickly into the office. There’s no way I’m getting out of going inside, but I feel a little better knowing Gael is on his way.

“Please take a seat, and then I can get this nasty business over with,” he grunts, making my brow furrow as I take a seat on the edge of a chair, smoothing my skirt.

What the hell is he talking about?

Dean Hopkins closes the door hard, making my back get straighter. I can feel sweat starting to wet the back of my neck, and force myself to breathe. This man may be an asshole, but he’s not going to hurt me.

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