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R U S S O 19

R U S S O 19

"Dad, you made me miss my classes," Anastasia remarked as she began to get out of her father's sedan.

She was back on campus after making a pit stop at her apartment to change; her father willing to wait to give her a ride.

Anastasia stayed the night at her parents on Sunday night, expecting a ride home from her father around six in the morning so she could get to her first class on time. However, Larry was stuck in bed, and since she was tired herself, she skipped her lectures for the day.

"I did not," Larry said, handing her phone that she left in the cup holder.

"Dad, you wouldn't get out of bed," Anastasia stated, taking her phone out of his grasp.

"Neither could you," he reminded before pointing at the door, "now get out of my car."

She gasps, "I don't wanna be in your car anyway." She places her feet on the pavement and stands up. "It smells like mothballs in here anywaysss."

Larry chuckled and said, "Have good practice. I love you."

"I love you, too," she said, cracking a smile before closing the car door.

Missing Professor Quinn's class wasn't something she wanted, but it was her first absence of the semester. She knew she could've gotten a ride from her mother or ordered on an app, but returning to campus and staring at a board for hours felt unappealing, especially after a weekend like she had endured.

She had a great weekend.

The woman felt on top of the world, from sex with Mateo to the deep tissue massages.

Literally, nothing could take her joy from her because, even though she didn't see Mateo, they spoke damn near all day. If she wasn't on a FaceTime call with him, she was texting him. She didn't care how fast this seemed to be moving because she was in the moment. She didn't even know what 'this' was, but it was entertaining. It had her excited. It made her feel good to speak to him.

She couldn't stop thinking about him. He was already captivating, but one fuck had her addicted. The memories flooded her like hot flashes, and she didn't know which memory was her favorite. Every moment had its own reason to make her clamp her legs shut with her pussy getting wet. The very first time they had sex, he fucked her through an orgasm. She could still feel the way his body slammed into hers and the way his dick stroked her insides.

It had her waking up out of her sleep.

Or when she was fucked in doggy style.

She moaned as loud as she wanted, hips bucking, back arching as he pulled another orgasm out of her. And then, on top of knowing she was shattering, he had the nerve to rub her clit while fucking her. She remembered gasping and instantly moving her hand in between her legs to get him to cover her already swollen clit, but he was pushing her and pushing her.

While she struggled to breathe through her moans from intensity, he was faintly chuckling behind her and getting her to squirt. She pressed her face deep into the bed and curled her toes, pushing his hand away.

How else was she supposed to feel about him after that?

However, she wasn't the only one replaying what happened between them. Mateo was, too.

He was waiting for her, waiting to see that beautiful face. He wanted to see her, kiss her, talk to her, as this was something he had been looking forward to since she left his car. And knowing he had to wait until she showed up to practice to see her, killed him.

All he could think of was her.

Even while Felix went on and on about his weekend.

Mateo was busy checking around to see her.