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Eva shudders as I fuck her through it, ensuring every drop of my seed is deep inside of her. “What do you mean, squirt?” she asks, her voice so innocent it makes me crazy.

I force her to straighten and pull my cock out of her, making her whimper. She turns to face me.

“Every time you have something in your ass when you come, you squirt,” I say, my brow furrowing. “It’s a bit like when a man comes, you shoot a liquid out of your tight little pussy.” I kiss her lips. “It’s so fucking hot.”

Eva moans into my mouth as we kiss as if we’ve all the time in the world.

I wish we did, as every time we part, it kills me. Five days until the students fuck off for winter break, and then I will have her all the damn time.

28

EVA

“Where have you been?” Natalya asks the moment I enter the cafeteria that evening.

Heat floods my cheeks as I sit in my usual spot. “Studying in the library. I have a lot of work to do.”

Her brow furrows, but I’m thankful when she doesn’t press me any further. “Fair enough.”

Camilla clears her throat. “We were thinking of having a movie night in Adrianna’s room since she has a TV. You in?”

I nod in reply. “Sounds good.” I need to keep my mind off the fact that someone sitting in this cafeteria has images of Oak and me fucking last night.

“You alright?” Adrianna asks, nudging me.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

She shrugs. “You look a little vacant.”

I spoon a fork full of macaroni and cheese into my mouth and ignore her comment. I wish I could discuss the crazy shit that’s happened with my friends, but I know I could never tell them about Oak.

Once I’m finished eating, Camilla heads to the counter to grab some snacks for the movie.

“What movie are we going to watch?” I ask.

Natalya shrugs. “We’ll pick something on Netflix.”

Adrianna nods. “A chick flick, of course.”

I groan inwardly, as I wouldn’t say I like those kinds of shallow movies, but I say nothing. My preferred genre is a psychological thriller or drama, something I have to think about.

Camilla returns with a large bag. “Let us get out of here.”

I stand and follow my friends, only for Jeanie Doyle to step into my path.

She glares at me, crossing her arms over her chest.

I try to side-step, but she matches my movements. “Get out of my way.”

“Or what?” She asks, her eyes dipping to the leg they stabbed, fully healed now.

I move toward her and straighten, so I’m standing taller than her. “Or I’ll make sure this time you’re the one that gets stabbed.” Not that I’d stab her, but she pales at the threat.

“I’d like to see you try,” she says.

At this point, my friends realize Jeanie has stopped me, returning with furious looks on their faces.

Natalya speaks first. “Get out of her way, Jeanie.”

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