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She’s making a horrible mess, squirting all over the damn place, before she finally collapses forward onto the wall and turns her head to look at me again.

“James?”

“Yeah, baby . . .”

“I love you, too.”

I blow so hard I’m surprised I didn’t fly across the road, all the muscles in my back tensinghardas I see stars, filling her ass with my cum, shooting it straight into her, practically blind with pleasure.

When I finally finish, I pull my cock out of her ass and smile with delight at her stretched hole. Her muscles are still flexing, and my cum starts to drip out of her, sliding down towards her slit.

“No!” I growl, not wanting to waste any, wanting all of it inside of her. I bend low and lap up what’s dripping out of her ass, tonguing her hole and make her whimper like the good girl she is, and then I reach down and pick up the plug, pushing it back into her ass, trapping everything inside her.

I stand and yank my boxers up, then reach for my jeans, but still she doesn’t move.

“What’s wrong, baby?” I ask.

“Why did you put the plug back in?” she asks.

I smile at her. “So we don’t waste,” I say. I hold out the legs of her sweatpants for her to get back into them, sad to see the butt plug disappearing from view but thrilled that it’s holding in all my cum, save for the little mess I already licked up.

She pulls on her clothes as quickly as she can, huffing little sighs of pleasure as she shifts around with the plug in her.

She said she loves me. While I was balls deep in her ass.

She’s the fuckingone.I know it. So, I lean forward and kiss her until she legitimately can’t breathe.

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I’m blushing as I pull my pants back on, crotch soaked, ass full of cum and a plug. But I feel . . . sated.

Happy.

James looks like a delighted little puppy, eyes big and smile wide as he yanks his jeans back up his thighs.

“God I made a mess . . .” I mutter, staring at the spray on the floor. I don’t even really know what it is, my body has never done that before, but it felt fuckingeuphoric,and I really, really want him to make me do it again.

He pulls a mop out of the mop bucket and runs it over the floor real quick before chucking it back into the yellow container and I laugh. He smiles at me, lookingverypleased with himself.

“How do you feel?” he asks.

I just fidget and flush, and he grins like an idiot as he pushes the door open, and we head out into the hall.

“I can’t believe you made me come in front of all your students . . .” I say, staring down at my feet, my stomachsquishing with embarrassment now that we’re out in the brightly lit hallway.

“You made yourself come, baby,” he says, walking close by my side. I can tell he’s itching to touch me, take my hand or touch my back, but he keeps his hands to himself, just brushing my arm with his every few steps, my breath hitching every time, the plug in my asshole keeping me from fully concentrating on where we’re going.

We make it back to his car, and he opens the passenger side door for me like a gentleman, watching me squirm as I take a seat and leaning over to buckle up my seatbelt for me, stealing a quick kiss while he does it.

This is insane. I have no idea how we got here, but it’s fucking insane. He’s fucked every hole I have but my damn nostrils, kept me overnight at his apartmenttwice,outed us to a colleague, and we’ve both saidI love youall in the span of a couple of weeks.

“There’s no way this is sustainable,” I say as he gets in on his side. “There’s no way we can keep this up. Relationships aren’tlikethis.”

“No, they’re not. Which is why it’ll work.”

“James. There’s no way you can keep me full of come round the clock. At some point we are going to need to be”—I struggle to find the right word—“boring.”

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