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It means the world to me that she’s moving in the direction of – maybe – being okay with my career choice. And I’ll continue to do everything I can to show her that she comes first in every sense of the term.

“I’ll miss you, too,” she returns. “We’ll have chicken souvlaki for dinner, and then you can have me for dessert.”

When I tilt her chin to make her look at me, it’s adorable to find that her cheeks are tinted crimson red. Despite what we just did – over and over – and how much intimacy we’ve shared, she still has a hard time talking dirty to me.

I mean, the girl is going to be walking crooked for a month and totally owns me, but she’s still somehow embarrassed.

And I love it.

She’s the sexiest woman on the planet, and she doesn’t even know it.

“I need to leave or else I’m just going to end up fucking you right here, right now,” I complain.

“Mmm, yes, please,” she agrees, guiding my hands under the T-shirt to remind me that she has nothing on underneath.

“You’re trying to kill me or, at the very least, get me fired,” I groan. “I mean, I know you hate my job, but…”

The words are lost on a groan when she palms my cock through my uniform pants. It shouldn’t be possible to want her as much as I do, let alone as often as I do, but I can’t stop taking her whenever she’ll let me.

Rebecca is as essential to my functioning as breathing.

“We can be fast,” she whispers against my neck.

“Damnit, woman,” I growl, knowing that I’m likely going to be late if I take extra time to play this morning.

But it’s no use fighting her.

This is a battle she’s already won.

I drop my hand between her legs, cupping her mound and finding her already wet and wanting. She kisses my neck with her soft lips, biting and sucking the heated skin. I slip two fingers inside her, using my thumb to massage her clit.

“I can’t wait to finger you after I fuck you raw so I can feel my cum inside you.”

My cock is hard and aching, but I definitely can’t take the time I need to fuck her. But I can’t leave her needy all day long either. When I pinch her clit, her knees buckle, and I wrap my free arm around her, supporting her weight against my body.

She’s still rubbing me through my pants, and it’s killing me knowing that I won’t have time to get off.

Fuck.

But Rebecca has other ideas. She frees my cock, already wet with pre-cum, and wraps her fist around me. The relief is instantons, the brutal ache rubbed away with her skilled hands.

“Babe, we don’t have time,” I groan, knowing that I could actually die if she stops.

I’m working for her orgasm now, my wrist moving at warp speed while I fuck her with my fingers and vibrate my thumb on her clit. One of her fists clutches my shirt while the other pumps my dick.

“Shhh,” she tells me. “We do. Look how fast I can make you come.”

She’s not teasing me this time – she’s working for me to get off, too.

And she’s also right. She knows exactly what I crave – hard, fast pressure on the top few inches of my dick – and she’s giving it to me without hesitation.

Rebecca could never pretend to orgasm with me. I know all of her tells, and the trembles of her pussy always give her away. She’s starting to shake, and the first gentle clenches of her sex around my fingers make me groan.

It’s when my lips take her mouth that she lets go, her body squeezing my hand so hard it torments me, making me desperately ache to be inside her.

I barely have time to think about the mess I’m about to make all over my uniform when she drops to her knees and takes me in her mouth, sucking on the crown while she pumps my shaft with her fist.

When she meets my eyes with desire all over her face, I’m done.

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