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“You’re big everywhere,” she mutters.

“Touch it,” I take her hand and wrap it around my dick. “Squeeze it, baby,” I tell her as the sensation of her hands on me heightens my senses.

She grips it hard and tugs at it, causing the first drops of pre-come to escape on her fingers. I can’t let this continue. I’m too jacked up and might just come before I find my way inside her, so I lay her down on the bed and kneel between her thighs. I use my fingers and tongue to get her juices flowing then rub her hard clit with the head of my cock.

“That feels good,” she sighs and arches her back so I slide down to her tiny hole and press my head against it, my eyes never leaving her face. She gasps as the resistance subsides and I enter her. I feed her the first few inches and when she’s relaxed and ready, I give her my whole length. She cries out and wraps her arms around my neck.

“Do you like it, baby? Do you want more?” I coax her.

“Yes, it feels good,” she moans.

“Your tight pussy fits me like a glove. You’re gonna make me come,” I tell her.

“Yes, daddy. I want you to come inside me,” she cries out.

Hearing her call me daddy makes my dick jump and I thrust with a frenzy, fucking her hard and deep. She screams and tightens her grip on me, begging for more. I feel her muscles tighten around my erection, confirming that she’s on the cusp of her own orgasm, so I pound her even harder, making her bed creak and wobble on its legs.

“Oh, god!” she cries as she experiences her first internal orgasm.

Her muscle contractions against my throbbing erection are more than I can take, and I succumb to the most mind-shattering orgasm of my life.

I roll over on my back, and she lays her head on my chest. I stroke her soft hair and listen to the sound of her breathing.

“When did you know that you wanted to be with me?” she asks.

“Silly girl, the second that I laid eyes on you,” I reply.

“Me, too,” she whispers and I wrap my arm around her.

This is her new home, right here in my arms, and I’m never letting her go.

8

MY FIRST DAY

MARCIE

Thanks to Mason’s help furnishing my place, I was able to move up my start day to Thursday. The two extra day’s pay isn’t much, but at this point, every little bit helps. Besides, just one day sitting at home alone while Mason was at work was enough to drive me crazy. I may not be able to spend the whole day with him, but at least I’ll be able to see him, and learning the ropes of the job will keep my mind occupied when I can’t.

I tried to observe what the Professors were wearing so that I could dress appropriately. My skirt could be a little longer but paired with a silk blouse and blazer, I think it looks professional. I almost put my hair up, but I didn’t want it to look like I was trying too hard so I just pulled it away from my face and left the back down.

I tap on Mason’s office door and my heart flutters when he says, “Come in.”

“Good morning,” I close the door and press my back against it.

He walks to me and places his hands on the door above my head.

“You look sexy,” he whispers in my ear before kissing my neck.

“I was going for professional, not sexy,” I sigh as he kisses his way around my neck, to my chin, and then on my lips.

“You can’t help but be sexy. It just comes naturally,” he leans in rubbing his crotch against mine. “How am I supposed to get any work done now?”

“I don’t know but I need you to escort me to my assignment, and you can’t go with that in your pants,” I smile.

“You did this to me. It’s only fair that you take care of it,” he says and I stare at him in disbelief.

“You want to have sex? Now? I’ll be late for class,” I tell him.

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