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Now I want to see her lush, curvy ass.

I squeeze her ass cheeks and slip back inside her. This position feels better and I know I’ll lose control quicker, but it’s worth it.

“Does that feel good, little deer?” I groan.

“Yesss.”

“Do you want more of my cock?”

“Yes. Give me more.”

I hammer into her, tunneling through her broken moans, until I explode inside her and roar out my climax.

And still I want more. Even as her cunt is fucking milking me dry.

I can’t get enough of her.

I wonder if I ever will.

Chapter 21

Ivy

“You missed one hell of a trip.” Aiden smiles at me, giving me a curious stare as he rests his hands on the table between us.

“I know. My friends have been talking about it all day.”

“Mine, too.”

We’re sitting by the window in the English classroom. This is our first tutorial session.

Around us on the neighboring tables are several other tutors and students, including Isabelle.

This is also the first time I’ve seen Aiden since his encounter with Thorne.

Thorne hates that I’m meeting Aiden today but he agreed because it’s a tutorial session.

I should be more focused on the meeting. If only to be polite and respectful to Aiden, but I can’t think past my weekend with Thorne.

We stayed in bed the whole time. There was barely a minute when he wasn’t touching me in some way or buried deep inside me.

Thorne owned my body in every way, making me forget there was ever a time when I was a virgin.

Thorne had me in his bed right up until this morning when his alarm went off, signaling that it was time to leave the wild sexual bubble of recklessness and step back into the world.

The world where I’d missed ten calls from my mother, several from Isabelle, and an email I was supposed to respond to from Friday from Professor Grimfrost.

And just when I was leaving Thorne’s room he took me again up against his door, making us both late for class.

I’ve never met anybody like him.

Thorne is wild and reckless and so opposite to me. He lives by his own rules, and I swear he makes up his days as he goes along.

And oh God, Aiden is looking at me and I’ve completely zoned out.

Did he say something?

“Sorry, I was just thinking. Did you enjoy the trip?” I ask with the hope of saving the conversation and myself from looking like an airhead.