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“Yes,” she gasps.

I grasp the base of my cock and glide against her wet pussy, feeling her thighs squeeze against me. When I’m good and coated with her nectar, I thrust inside her, making sure to go slowly this time. Her walls part to let me inside, and it’s so intense this way that I have to close my eyes and grit my teeth. She’s so tight—still, after everything I’ve done to her—and plush, like velvet. I reach the end of her tunnel and pause, my hands gripping her hips.

“How’s that feel, darlin’?” I ask.

“So good,” she breathes.

I slide slowly back, feeling her walls clamp down tight. Thrusting again, I feel her body start to tremble. Her tight little asshole is glistening with her juices, and I think back to the time I fucked her there with my finger, how hard she came. I’ve been waiting for the right time to try it again. This is why I can’t possibly leave her tomorrow. We still have so much to discover together.

I thrust slow, my hips arching to hers, letting her get used to the way this feels. I take my time and caress her skin, including reaching up to stroke her breasts. I don’t think about how much I’m going to miss the full weight of them in my hands and the way she arches them to my lips. I tell myself to stay in this moment, savoring her warm skin and her soft, gasping breaths. I hold her hips with one hand and trace down her ass with the other, swirling my thumb in her juices before gliding back up. Darcy bucks when I swirl around her little ring. I hold her firmly while thrusting nice and slow, reminding her to trust me. I add a little bit of pressure, watching the way her skin reddens with desire.

“Remember how good this felt before?” I ask, bending over her to plant a kiss at her neck.

“Yes,” she hisses in pleasure. My cock is so far inside her that if I’m not careful, I’ll come before the fun’s over.

“You ready for me to do it again?”

Darcy doesn’t answer. I stand up straight again, still paused inside her, and swirl my finger around her asshole again. This time she shudders. Slowly, I slip inside her ring. Holy fuck, she’s tight.

Darcy gasps as I make a little more progress. “That feel good, angel?” I ask.

She makes a little whimper and I feel a tremble pass through her. I slide in and out of her, slowly, just barely pushing past her ring. Pulling my hips back, I start thrusting again, long and deep with my finger slowly fucking her ass at the same time.

She starts to come almost instantly, her muscles tensing as her mouth opens and her wild cries fill the room. I feel my own release building. Darcy comes down, shuddering, but I keep going, sliding my finger inside her a little deeper now that she’s come once.

My balls start to tingle, and everything starts to break away. I feel Darcy’s core tighten again, and she whimpers. I’m close but I hold back because she’s going to come for me again. I start to drive harder, plunging into her nice and deep, my cock throbbing. And then Darcy’s arching hard into me, her hands gripping the table and her screams echoing between the walls.

The first wave of my climax hits me like an explosion. It bursts inside my brain and soars through my bloodstream. I grip her hips with both hands and arch again, hard, our bodies joining almost forcefully. One last thrust and it all lets go. I roar as my cock erupts inside her, filling her with everything that I have, everything that I am.

When my hips stop shuddering, I fold over her and wrap my arms around her sides, feeling her ribs expand and contract as we both come down to Earth.

Later, we finally make it out of the apartment, and she takes me on a tour of campus, showing me the buildings where she has attended her classes. We hold hands and shuffle through the two inches of new snow, the cold air biting our cheeks and noses. Meanwhile my gut fills with dread because by this time tomorrow I’ll be halfway back to Willow Creek. Didn’t we try this once before? I don’t see how it’s going to work differently this time.

She takes me into her English building and up to the second floor to one of her classrooms. Once inside, I pin her against the wall and kiss her. Nobody can see in. Not that I give a fuck, but I think Darcy would. She responds with her tongue feisty and hot, her hips urging me to press closer. “Take me home,” she breathes, and this hits me square in the chest because I don’t know if she means home to Willow Creek or home to her apartment.

I tap the classroom door shut with my foot and return to kissing her, unbuttoning her jeans as her hips grind against my thigh. “Not here,” she whispers, her eyes flashing with panic.

I run my hand under her coat and sweater to her soft tits and stroke her over the silky fabric. “Oh yes, right here,” I say, shuffling her over to the desk in the front of the room. Finally, we get to play out one of my fantasies, only this is better because we’re inside a real classroom.

I tug down Darcy’s jeans and lift her up on the desk. “You’re not serious,” she says, but I can see a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

“I’m the big, bad professor who needs to teach you a lesson,” I say, stroking her pussy over her damp panties.

“And what lesson is that?” she asks.

“How to come on my cock,” I say, kissing her.

“But I already know how to do that,” she says in a teasing voice.

I feel a surge of desire take hold. “Just for that sass I’m going to have to punish you,” I say, unzipping my fly and letting my pants fall to my knees. “Spread your thighs wide for me, darlin’,” I say, grabbing the base of my cock and tugging her panties aside. She gasps, her face flushing with desire. “We shouldn’t do this, really,” she says, but I can tell she wants it.

I glide against her folds to her opening, and slowly plunge inside her. My cock is sore from how hard we’ve been going, but being inside her is the perfect remedy. I close my eyes in bliss as I get all the way in and her walls welcome me.

I start to thrust in long, deep strokes, my hand on her ass to keep her from sliding. No matter how much time I spend fucking her, it’s never enough. I push thoughts of driving away tomorrow from my mind as our bodies find the perfect rhythm, both of us gasping in minutes. I unzip her coat and pull her sweater up so I can nibble her full tits through the fabric. But it’s not enough, I need to taste her, so yank it above her perfect mounds. I take each one in my mouth while my cock drives faster. The moment I use my teeth she starts to come. I fuck her right through her climax until my own release breaks free and I come with a roar.

It’s just not right, the way this is ending. The next morning, I’m standing at my truck, gazing into Darcy’s tear-filled eyes and wishing I could do something to stop the fist that’s crushing my heart. The last two days have only proven to me how much I care for her, and how stupid it is for us to be apart. She needs to be with me always, and though I’ve been slow to admit it, I need her too.

“I don’t want you to go,” she says for the hundredth time.

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