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“Because of the frat boy?”

“No,” I answer immediately. Carter jerks on my leotard, popping the snaps, then thrusts two fingers into my pussy. I whimper and squirm. My next word comes so naturally, I can’t even think. “Please.”

“Please? You want me to make you come just because you were a good girl today?” he asks. “That’s the bare minimum, and this outfit doesn’t say ‘behave’.”

“It’s basically a dress. You like… like dresses,” I writhe against his fingers as he stuffs them inside me again and again.

He slaps my ass with his wet fingers and then bends over me. I know his pants are already down when his cock rubs against my slit.

“You’re too loud to fuck in a lecture hall, you know that? We’ll have to fix that, Doll,” he snarls.

His wet fingers fill my mouth clumsily. My own wetness is smeared on my cheek. His fingers slide over my tongue, nearly choking me just as he thrusts into me. Next to no foreplay and he’s so damn rough with me. I love it.

My hips hit the sharp edge of the desk every time he slams into me. Anytime a moan leaves my throat, his fingers slip further into my mouth. He fucks my throat with his fingers while ramming into me like an animal.

From a proper, perfect professor to some carnal beast that can’t wait even a second to have me. My eyes roll back as my pussy spasms around him.

“You’re going to come, naughty Doll,” Carter snarls in my ear. “Or I’m not going to stop. There’s another lecture in ten minutes.”

He goes faster, harder, more and more until his hand leaves my mouth and trails down to my throat. His fingers wrap quickly around it and tighten, softening the moans as I come. He grunts as he buries himself deeper inside me. My body shudders as his cock leaves me, his cum dripping down my thigh.

Carter slaps my ass, redoes the snaps of my leotard, and leads me off the desk while I try to put myself back together.

He looks perfect while his cum and mine drips over my thighs, and the wetness on my chin and neck lingers. I must look like a mess.

Carter guides me outside where Brad is waiting while I keep my head down with a teasing smile on my lips.

As I peek up, Brad glances over at us lazily and he opens the door to his truck. I slide into the front seat. His arms are crossed as he takes me in, his eyes darkening, becoming demanding and needy.

He knows, is all I can think as he lets out an exhausted sounding sigh and closes the door and hops in the driver’s seat before he puts the car in gear. “Someone had a very busy day.”

“It’s just getting started,” Carter promises from the back seat.

Chapter four

We get Chinese take-out on the way home, and Carter spoils me, as if I’ve done something good, by getting me cream cheese Rangoons before I can ask. I give him a warm smile, and he strokes through my hair before tugging it back when we get to the window.

“I bet the man taking Brad’s card right now is staring at your hard nipples. They’re poking right through that little leotard. Does having your hair pulled make you that horny?” he growls in my ear, all low and breathy, the same voice he uses when he’s inside me.

Brad’s hand slides along the inside of my thigh and stops when he feels the wetness there. “I should’ve been there today.”

I whimper, sure that the person at the window is going to say something, but our food is passed over and put on my lap. It nearly burns my thighs, but Carter holds me in place.

“I think she can handle having her hair pulled harder than that,” Brad teases.

Carter obeys, and I whimper.

I know if I truly want them to stop, they’ll stop. But I never do. Even though my stomach is rolling. It’s just the fear of someone seeing and saying something. That’s all.

“I know you had her in class,” Brad growls as he drives right into a parking spot. “Which mean she’s mine right now.”

He adjusts me, lifting me onto his lap, jerking his pants down just far enough to free his cock, and rubbing the head against my entrance.

He thrusts into me and groans. “You look perfect freshly fucked, little slut, but you’re best when I’m inside you and you can’t hide how good you feel.”

“Yes,” I moan.

He jerks his hips up as I try to bounce with him. But as his grip on my hips tightens almost painfully, my movement comes to a stop. He fucks me hard and fast, holding me down so all I can do is take it. Brad is never gentle. He swats my ass hard, ordering me to ride his cock even though his hand on my hip is holding me in place.

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