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Ian’s POV

Slowly, I slipped out of Sophia, kissing her neck while she moaned slightly. I turned her around so she was facing me and kisses her, sliding my tongue into her mouth while my hand caressed her hair.

She broke the kiss, fear in her eyes and her chest rising and falling hard. “We shouldn’t have,” she murmured.

I nodded in agreement. “We shouldn’t have,” I agreed. “But we have, and I will not let you go. You hear me?”

She smiled slightly and nodded. “I should go back. I still have classes.”

I stared at her from head to toe. Her hair was tangled, her skirt rumpled and my cum sliding down her legs. I could scent myself all over her. She looked freshly fucked. And that was a look reserved for me and me alone. I wouldn’t allow another man to see her looking like this.

I shook my head at her. “You should go clean up in my restroom and go straight to your dorm,” I said instead. “I can’t have you looking like this in your other classes.”

She touched her hair. “Do I look terrible?”