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“Better add another then, yeah?”

I push a second finger inside myself as Jessie brings his to his lips and sucks it clean, watching me finger myself in the same way he showed me.

“I want you to curl your fingers forward and find your front wall,” he says, bringing his hand over mine.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

Jessie smiles cheekily. “Just try. You’ll know when you get it right, trust me.”

As soon as I curl them toward my palm, a shot of pleasure shoots all the way to my toes. “Oh my god.”

Jessie pulls my hair to one side, kissing his way up my neck. “Keep doing that until you soak my floor.”

His thumb finds my clit as I continue to stroke myself, and he moves in rhythmic circles.

“There’s so much pressure,” I gasp.

“With the way you’re working your pussy so well for me, there’s a chance you might squirt. And if you do, I don’t want to miss it. Open your legs as wide as you can for me, Sweetheart. Let me watch that pretty cunt.”

One more curl of my fingers sends my release flowing down my thighs and onto the black matting beneath, powerful shudders overtaking my body.

“That’s the hottest thing I have ever fucking seen.” Jessie picks me up with one arm under my ass and steps over the bench. With his free hand, he pushes his shorts and boxers down and kicks them off to the side.

In less than a second, he’s straddling the bench, and both hands are under my ass, hovering me above his erect cock.

He looks at us in the mirror, his eyes full of pure lust. “Now I want you to watch as I fuck you.”

I’m still dripping when he lowers me onto him, the mirror showing the way I take every inch of his length.

As I stretch around him, our moans fill the room, along with the low-playing music, which has switched from Nirvana to Adele’s “Make You Feel My Love.”

Rocking my hips over his, he fucks me through another orgasm, and as I let out a desperate cry, he whispers into my ear, “You feel the way I love you, Mia? Your cries are a product of my years of wanting you, needing to feel you wrapped around me so badly.”

“I love you,” I whisper back. “S-so much.”

“Don’t whisper it, Sweetheart.” He thrusts up into me hard. “Scream it.”

“I love you!” I cry out. Another orgasm ripping through me.

He chuckles, happiness rolling off him. “Congratulations, Mia. You passed today’s lesson with flying colors.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

JESSIE

It’s a big risk, picking Mia up outside her dorm, but I’m so fucking tired of her taking taxis and buses whenever we meet up. I should be able to treat her in a way that demonstrates what she means to me—everything.

If I didn’t think it would affect Mia directly, I’d call Graham right now, tell him I was dating his daughter, and explain there was fuck all he could do about it. But I need to follow her lead on this.

Sitting outside her building reminds me of all the times I picked her up from her dad’s place. Back then, my Mustang had tinted windows because it was cool. Discretion, unfortunately, wasn’t at the top of my priority list when I bought my red BMW X6 last year and then stuck a vanity plate on it.

A few students pass by my window, no doubt on their way to the bars, and I duck my head down, lowering my baseball cap.

Come on, Mia.

Me

I’m outside and trying to avoid detection. You ready?