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I thrusted into her and watched her unwavering blue stare pull me in. Our foreheads connected and I breathed her air. Fueled myself on her residual oxygen. I pressed her into the wall so deeply I thought her imprint would be there forever. Sweat dripped down our foreheads, and I felt my toes curling into the carpet. My balls pulling into my body.

My cock throbbing and ready to explode.

“Ryan. Ryan. I… I think…”

My eyes searched hers, waiting for that phrase to roll off her tongue. Because I was prepared. I was prepared to return the sentiment. To let her know that I’d let her in. That she was mine, if she wanted to be.

“Emma,” I said breathlessly. “Say it.”

I slammed my cock into her one last time and her head fell back against the wall. She choked on her words and I couldn’t make them out. Her pleasure was too hot, and the blinding heat that swept through my body caused my cock to unload in her. Pumping her full of threads of cum that leaked down both of our bodies. My lips fell to her neck, sucking and nibbling as her body shook. Her pussy clamped around me and refused to let go, milking me for all I had.

And I gladly gave it to her as my balls emptied.

I slid to the floor, bringing her body along with me. I gathered her in my arms and held her there, my face buried into the crook of her neck. I didn’t want her to go. I wanted her to stay with me. To sleep with me and wake up with me and cook breakfast with me for the kids. Her smell was intoxicating, and I didn’t want to wash it from my skin. Her presence was perfect and I wasn’t ready to let it go.

“Ryan,” she said with a whisper.

I nuzzled my nose against her cheek before I captured her lips with mine.

“Just stay like this,” I said weakly. “Just… just for a second.”

And I held her in my lap, my cock still sheathed within her warmth, until our legs grew numb.

Seventeen

Emma

“Come on, kids! On the bus! We have to hurry, otherwise we won’t have time for lunch!”

I watched all the kids barrel onto the bus as we got ready for our field trip. We were going to the museum in town before going across the street to have lunch. Field trip days were always fun for me. Most teachers didn’t enjoy them, but I did. So much learning happened outside of a classroom setting, and it was a joy for me to watch the kids’ faces light up when they walked by the dinosaur exhibit.

They gawked at the sights and we got to go around to all of the exhibits. Dinosaurs and mummies and all of the things kids found to be ‘so cool’. The parent chaperones were taking pictures and the kids were running around trying to look at different things at once. It stressed most teachers out,

but not me.

I lived for these days.

After three hours at the museum, it was time for lunch. The kids were complaining about being hungry and I knew they wanted to sit down. The chaperones helped me take the kids across the street in chunks, making sure we could make the traffic lights without having thirty kids in the middle of the street.

I held onto Zoey’s hand tightly as we all ran across the road.

“Uncle Ryan! Uncle Ryan!”

She flipped from my grasp and took off for the restaurant as my head whipped up. She ran straight for the window of the place we were going to eat and pressed her hands against it, peering into the dining establishment.

And sure enough, there was Ryan.

Sitting with a very beautiful woman.

Zoey was waving from the window, but Ryan didn’t notice her. He was too busy smiling and laughing with the woman at the table. He was in a beautiful suit that clung to all the areas of him I enjoyed best. Accentuating his power and bringing out his dazzling smile. And the woman. Well, she was breathtaking. Tall. Long legs. Slim features. Gorgeous brown hair that flowed down her back. Perfect eyeliner. Beautiful red lips.

Everything I wasn’t.

“We’re all here, Miss Emma.”

I looked over at one of the parental chaperones and nodded my head. I glanced around to see if there was any other place we could take the kids. Any place that would service thirty hungry preschoolers and seven very tired adults.

But there was nothing.


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