Page 77 of Tenure

“Always for you, daddy. I’m yours.”

He snaps, his hand finding my throat and squeezing, cock grinding into me so hard I know I’ll hurt tomorrow despite theextremepussy workouts he regularly puts me through.

“God damn, Kiernan,fuck . . . fuck . . .”

I hear voices as people come in, but he doesn’t stop, just shuts up and covers my mouth with his other hand, his pace increasing.

“I just can’t believe the Bakers are okay with this,” someone says. I’m not really paying attention, can’t really focus on anything but James’ cock about to make me comeveryhard in the high school bathroom with other people in the room.

“He looks like he’s closer to their age than Kiernan’s . . .”

My body is tensing up, and he squeezes my throat harder,fucksharder. like he’s daring me to come without a sound. Like he knows that I can’t.

“Kiernan is such a sweet girl. I’m so surprised.”

Shit, shit, shit . . .

“I mean, I get it, I do. Look at him.” There’s giggling. “But doesn’t he want to be with someone his own age?”

“You mean like you?” More giggling.

James loses it first. I feel him tip over the edge, feel him filling me up, and I can’t help it—my pussy contracts, spasming all overhis cock, and something about being inthis bathroomagain, with him inside of me this time, has me unable to hold it back.

I moan,loud,and he clamps his hand down even harder, but I feel him shaking with silent laughter. I can hear the women pause on the other side of the door, and he shakes more as my thighs start to buckle.

“Hello?” one of them says.

I slump to the side, and James releases my mouth, peppering the back of my neck with kisses.

“Say something,” he whispers.

I wave my hand at him, dizzy and spent, my head swimming and my tongue not fit for speech. He sighs heavily, kisses me again, and then loudly says, “Yes?”

I can hear the shock in the air.

“Um, this is the women’s room?”

“I’m aware.”

James slides out of me, a rush of warmth gushingeverywhere, and he shoves his dick back in his pants at the same time as he lowers himself to the backs of my legs and starts kissing them tenderly, tonguing his way up my inner thighs.

“What are you doing in there?”

I shudder as he slips his tongue inside of me.

We are my favourite flavour,he told me once, in a Baskin Robbins. The girl scooping the ice cream almost dropped an entire tray of ice cream cones.

“Can you please fuck off?” I shout at them. “We arebusy!”

I hear the shocked grumbles but can’t focus as he laps at my soaking pussy. I don’t even try to stay quiet this time. I come with abandon, grinding myself backwards onto his face, feeling his left hand grip my ass cheek and his right thumb slip into my asshole. It feels like I come forfuckingever.

When I am finally able to turn around he is still on his knees, looking up at me with such love I almost comeagain.But hedoesn’t stand up right away, which is odd, since he loves to kiss me when one or both of us taste like cum . . .

“Kiernan?” he says.

“Yeah.”

“Marry me.”

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