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He fists my hair with one of his hands while the other strokes his extremely large and very hard cock. "Open,” he demands, and I relax my throat, determined to take as much of him as I can. Both hands move into my hair as he starts to thrust, gradually pulling himself out before forcefully driving his cock back in. “Jesus, Tessa."

My nails sink into his ass, and he releases a low growl, leading him to fuck my mouth faster. I gag on his cock, and his satisfaction is evident in the smirk that spreads across his face. I can see just how much he loves having me like this—submissive and completely his.

He pulls away, his thumb and finger tightly gripping my chin. "You with tear-soaked cheeks from choking on my dick is fucking everything."

He fists his cock while tightening his hold on my hair, and I'm captivated by the look of ecstasy on his face. His abs tighten as pleasure begins to rip through him, and I lose myself in the hunger reflected in his eyes. "Watch me decorate your chest like it's my personal fucking canvas." In a matter of seconds, he lets out a primal roar and shoots hot liquid cumall over me, marking, claiming, and making me his.

As his heavy breaths begin to ease, he releases my hair. I look down at the way his climax has made my breasts glisten. Using my finger to collect his cum off my chest, I suck it into my mouth and devour it like I'm starving.

He watches me closely and utters the word "Fuck"before grabbing a towel and helping me to clean up.

"I don't want to know how you got so good at that, Tessa, but you could suck a man into another fucking dimension." He pulls me into his arms as we lie in bed together, satisfied and recovering from the morning we just shared.

I gaze up at him and softly stroke his cheek with my fingertips."Thank you for today. It's been perfect."

He lowers his face, giving me a long, tender kiss. "Thank you for trusting me to take care of you."

Chapter 24

Zane

Every day, I open my eyes with the desperate hope that this is all a nightmare. That knowing I'm going to lose my twin sister soon isn't real, and I'm going to wake up to her rushing about the house, flipping pancakes, curling her hair, or attempting to push her single friends on me like I'm some loser who can't get a date.

However, every morning, I find myself waking up in my parents' house—the house I moved back to so I could help look after Kim—and each time I open my eyes and stare at her peacefully asleep, I feel this urge to get up and check to make sure she's still breathing. The fear of her leaving this world in her sleep grips me because if I can't do anything else, I'll make damn sure to be beside her, holding her hand through every precious final moment. We entered this world at the same time, and when the moment comes for her to go, she'll be doing it with me right there with her.

Tessa spent the rest of the weekend with me, and it was the first time in a long time that I didn't wake up feeling the loss of my sister. My memories continue to torment my dreams, but I didn't experience the usual gut-wrenching feeling when I opened my eyes. Waking up with her in my arms gave me a new kind of peace, and while I'd do anything to hold onto it, I'm also terrified of it and want to run as far away from it as possible.

But now we're back to reality. It's Wednesday, and I've woken up alone for the past two days with that feeling of emptiness hitting me as soon as I opened my eyes.

I haven't seen her since she left me on Monday morning. Over the past few days, I was away attending a training program organized by the college, which resulted in the cancellation of my classes. It's a little frustrating when I'm still getting to know my students, but apparently, it's a requirement for anyone new to the school. I called Tessa both nights, and we spent hours talking. It hit me how I've never done this with a woman before or even wanted to do this. God, I got so much out of it, and I hated saying goodbye.

After spending the last fifteen minutes getting ready for the day, I sit at my desk, idly tapping my pen, trying to distract myself from thinking about the blonde who won't leave my mind. But when I hear the classroom door swing open, I turn to see my girl walk in, and a smile spreads across my face as I watch her make her way toward me.

"Good morning, Professor."

"Good morning, Miss Walsh."

She's wearing a denim skirt that skims her thighs and a cropped black sweater that reveals her belly ring, which turns me on way more than it should. As she strolls past my desk, the sweet scent of vanilla hits me, filling my senses. My gaze is fixed on her, following her every move as she sits at the desk directly across from me. I can't help but stare at her, captivatedby how truly beautiful she is. My eyes trace the curve of her full lips, knowing just how sweet they taste. I'm hungry for them but know I can't have them—not until I can be alone with her.

"How was your weekend, Miss Walsh?"

"Incredible, sir. How was yours?" I inhale sharply as her words shootstraightto my dick.

"Nothing short of amazing."

"Good to know,” she says with a smile so infectious that I can't help but grin at her like a lovestruck teenager who's never had a girl talk to him before.

"So, do you have any plans for this week, specifically tonight?" She shakes her head and bites her lower lip, allowing her legs to open ever so slightly as she teases me with something I crave more than an addict desperate for his next fix. "Wider, Miss Walsh." She immediately complies, and my head tilts to the side as I focus on the prizebetween her legs. "Now, be a goodgirl and show me your cunt."

Even though she's apprehensive, she holds my eyes and works her hands under her skirt before pulling her lacy pink panties to the side and showing me what's mine.

I lean forward and lay my arms on the desk, bringing my hands to my mouth as my attention lingers on her delicious little pussy, and I imagine all the ways I'll make it weep for me as soon as I've got her alone again.

My eyes lift, meeting hers, and she covers herself back up, prompting me to walk over and position myself behind her. I lower my upper body, lay a hand on her desk, and place my mouth close to her ear without making any physical contact with her.

"Takingevery inch of my cock, those are your plans for tonight." I watch her thighs clenchtogether as I sit back down, and I can't help but laugh in satisfaction.

Suddenly, the door swings open once more, catching me off guard. My eyes are drawn to Tessa as she reaches into her bag and pulls out her books.

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