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Yeah. Feathers did something to me.

“You have no idea how many times I stroked myself while looking at your pictures. Wishing I was inside you.” He slid two fingers into my wetness.

Fuck.

He started pumping his hand.

I couldn’t believe this was finally happening.

“I’ve thought about you too,” I said. “Just like this. So many times.”

He moved his fingers faster.

“Please,” I begged. “I need more.”

“I was planning on taking you out to dinner. Not this. I didn’t bring a condom.” He knelt down in front of me. “So I’m going to take off this stupid eagle head and...”

“I want all of that. But I need to get this mascot fantasy out of my head first because it’s been driving me insane. Here.” I reached over to the couch and lifted a pillow. I grabbed the condom that was under it. I’d hidden them all over the room just in case.

“You came prepared.”

“Like I said. I’ve been dreaming of fucking the mascot for years.” I bit the foil with my teeth.

He reached into his feathers and lowered the bottom half of his costume.

Thank God it was in two parts. I stared at his massive erection. I was a very lucky girl. I still thought the nerves would kick in. But I’d wanted this for so long. With him.

He lifted the condom from my fingers and pulled it over his length.

Finally. I grabbed a fistful of feathers on his chest and pulled him closer.

And this time, he didn’t hesitate. He lifted my legs around his waist and slammed into me.

For just a second it hurt. I exhaled sharply at the sensation of him filling me so fully.

But then he slid out and slammed back in, making my back press hard against the wall. God, this was even better than I thought it would be. The feeling of him stretching me wide. The cold wall behind me. And I instantly thought about my fantasy of him having me against his chalkboard. That must have been his fantasy too.

I closed my eyes for just a moment, pretending I was in his classroom. My ass smearing the calculations on his board.

He slammed into me harder.

God. My eyes flew open to stare at his masked face.

He slid one of his hands up my waist and pushed my skimpy bikini top up. He groaned at the sight of my exposed breasts. “So fucking gorgeous.” His thumb brushed across my nipple and I arched into him.

I wanted him to get his chalkboard fantasy. But we could do that after winter break for real. Right now I needed him on the desk.

“The desk,” I said through a moan. “Fuck me against the desk.”

He pulled me off the wall and set me down on top of the desk.

I leaned back, arching my back.

And he shifted forward.

This new angle was even better.

I grabbed his feathery chest against. “Fuck me harder, Mr. Halifax.”