He withdrew his fingers, turned her around, bent her forward over the desk, and pushed into her in one long, continuous thrust that forced a broken sound from her throat. The stretch was immediate and deep. Marcus fucked her with powerful, measured strokes, one hand in her hair, the other pressing hard on the lower marks so that every thrust made them ache in time with the thick slide of his cock. The jealousy from the gallery had not faded. The campus encounter had only fed it.

“I love you,” he said against her ear, voice rough and low, timed to every deep grind. “And I’m still breeding this cunt...