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Shane moves closer to me. “Come here, Kennedy.”

“What about my last rule?” I tremble.

“Fuck those rules. Come here,” he demands.

Shane’s hand slowly traces down the side of my face. “If I want to kiss you right here, right now, I should be able to.”

My eyes close from the pleasure of his touch. A touch I’ve grown to crave more every day. He leans in and gives me the sexiest, softest kiss. A kiss that makes me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world.

My reluctant response to it only makes him slide his hand down and around the base of my neck, lightly squeezing it, forcing me to open my mouth wider. When he finally ends the kiss, I’m breathless.

“Lock the door,” he commands.

When I return to bed, my apprehension morphs into excitement. This might be something I need to talk about with Dr. Torres in our next session, but there’s something exhilarating and really filthy about making out with Shane in my childhood bedroom.

“Climb up,” he tells me, and I wrap my arms and legs around him, sitting on his lap. I can feel how much he wants me through our clothes.

“Ride me.”

His dick grows harder as I grind my hips against it.

“That’s it, baby. Work that pussy for me.”

He lifts my shirt and wraps his mouth around one of my nipples, already hardened with my constant want of this man.

I lean back to give him more of me and to change the angle of my hips. We’ve done this many times before in hidden locations on campus when Shane wants to make me come but do it fast.

“If you’d let me, I’d fuck you all over this room,” he talks dirty to me. “On your hands and knees, just the way you like it, over there.”

I moan.

“In your mouth by the window.”

“Shane.”

“Then I’d let you ride me reverse cowboy on the bed and watch yourself come in the mirror.”

“Fuck!” I mutter, biting down on his shoulder as my body contracts with a violent release.

He laughs almost diabolically as the aftershocks make me shudder. “Did you like that, baby?” he whispers.

“Be quiet,” I tell him, still completely wrapped around him.

“On your knees,” he tells me. “You’re not done.”

My body is humming with pleasure as I kneel in front of Shane. His eyes are sparkling with excitement as he pulls out his thick dick and pumps himself in anticipation of my mouth.

“Give me that pretty mouth now.”

I lower my head down and take Shane in my mouth. Giving him head is one of my favorite things to do. I feel powerful when I do it, and truth be told, I like to be the one responsible for giving him pleasure.

“Yes,” he hisses. “Just like that. Now finger yourself for me, baby.”

I pump the base of his dick with my left hand, suck with my mouth, and finger fuck myself with the right. It feels so damn good that I’m not going to last very long but I know that’s the point.

I moan as my next orgasm winds along my spine, and Shane moans because of the vibrations it makes with him completely in my mouth.

“Swallow every drop, baby,” he tells me thickly. “I’m about to come so hard.”