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I’m more than willing to be her teacher.

Spreading her thighs with my hips, I settle against her body but don’t push for more than she’s willing to give. I’ll savor what I can get.

As our tongues touch and play gently, I tip her chin while my other hand travels down her body. Circling a covered nipple with the tip of a finger before showing the other the same attention.

“Responsive,” I whisper into her mouth.

Nipping along her jaw, I keep my touches light, wishing not to overwhelm her before she’s ready for me but needing her to understand what I want and how her pleasure will be my primary focus.

“C-c-carter.” She vibrates under me, and I hear the trepidation in her voice.

“Relax, sweet girl, enjoy my touch,” I coax. “So soft. Silky smooth. I never want to stop touching you.”

“Please don’t.” My dick jumps behind my zipper from the whine in her tone, dying to get between her luscious thighs.

“Tell me something.” I lift up to look into her eyes. “Are you on the pill?” Her lust-filled gaze takes a minute to clear.

“Y-y-yes.” A growl rumbles in my chest. “For my period,” she’s quick to clarify, reading me easily.

“Good, because I never want there to be anything between us. I can’t stand the thought of something blocking me from feeling all of you.” I salivate with anticipation of taking her.

“B-between us?” The catch in her words makes me pause.

“Condoms. I don’t want to use one when you let me inside your sweet cunt. I never want anything between us. Ever,” I reiterate when her eyes widen.

“Sex. You mean sex.” There’s a slight panic in her eyes, and I work to calm her down.

“Sshh, sweet girl. Daddy won’t take more than you’re ready to give him.” Fuck. I hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

Her eyes widen, and she freezes as she stares at me, shell-shocked. Got rid of the panic, at least.

“Daddy?” Her voice quivers, and my dick nearly explodes as I shudder above her.

“I’m sorry. I hadn’t wanted to say anything. Not yet, anyway.”

Her hands, which had been frozen on my sides, move around to rest on my chest as she processes my words.

“Is that why I feel the way I do?”

“How do you feel?” I don’t need to ask her this, but I want her to understand what’s happening. Brushing away the stray hairs flying wild around her face, I wait for her response.

She draws on my chest with her finger, reluctant to answer me. “Safe, cared for.” Our eyes meet. “Protected.”

My lips twitch. “Good. That’s what I want for you.” Nuzzling her nose with mine, I breathe deeply. “But I want more, too. I want us together. I want to be your lover, your protector, the one you come to with your problems and needs. I want you to know I’m everything to you.”

Allowing my words to sink in, Cece is cautious in her next question. “What does that mean I am to you?”

I don’t hesitate. “My absolute world.”

CHAPTER 4

Cece

Carter sleeps while I work. He wanted me to get some rest, but after our talk and his confession to me without saying much at all, I was wired. I knew I wouldn’t sleep, and as he drifted off, I began looking at colleges closer to home. Long Island University appears to be the one with the teaching programs I would be most interested in.

From the time I was a little girl with a speech delay, I dreamed of becoming a special education teacher. To work with children who not only needed a little extra help day to day but to become the person they could most count on in their education. My own grade school teacher was my inspiration for wanting to enter the field. She was the only one who ever cared about me. And so, that’s what I’m writing my essay about. That’s why I can’t sleep.

I’ve considered other majors in the past, but now I’m motivated and inspired to share my story. To get passionate about something for the first time in so long.

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