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“What?” I gasp.
Bryce shrugs, “I painted it.”
Wow, I had no idea Bryce was so talented. I can barely draw a stick figure, and he can paint a super realistic person.
“My son said I needed a hobby after my ex-wife left. I took up painting since it was something I could do alone.”
This is the first time Bryce has brought up his ex-wife. The first time I met him, I didn’t know he was divorced. Cameron never told me. I asked about his wife, and he gave me this silent stare. That is until Cameron cleared his throat and told me they were divorced. After that, she was never brought up again.
Bryce squeezes my hand, and we stand in silence.
“Lola left when Cameron was twelve years old. She met another guy.”
“Oh,” I don’t know what to say, so I just let him know I’m listening.
“I can’t say it was unexpected. Our marriage was on a downhill trajectory the moment it started. We were so young, and we had a baby, and I guess we did what everyone said we should do rather than what we wanted.”
Bryce takes a deep breath and turns to face me.
“But that’s all over now. All I want right now is you.”
A smile pulls at my lips, and he smirks down at me. Sure, this started as revenge for what Cameron did to me. But now I find myself actually liking Bryce. To the point where I wonder if I’m allowed to be as mad at Cameron as I am. Sure, I’m still allowed to be pissed at him for cheating on me. Still, maybe our relationship wasn’t as solid as I thought, considering how easy it was for me to approach his dad.
“You ready for more, baby girl?” Bryce asks and runs his thumb over my lips.
I nod. “Yes, Bryce.”
Bryce lifts off my dress and throws on a nearby chair. Then he lays down on the bed, and I kneel next to him.
“Sit on my face, baby girl,” he commands. Not sure what to do, I move my leg to straddle his head. He notices that I hesitate about putting my entire weight on his face.
“Baby, what are you doing?” he asks, moving me back a bit so he can look at my face.
“Won’t that be uncomfortable, you know… if I’m all the way down?”
“Baby, I’m in charge here. So if I want to drown in your cunt, I will. Now sit on my face like a good girl.”
Slowly I sit all the way down, my thighs relaxing, only to tense up again when my pussy meets Bryce’s tongue. He flattens it and swipes it across my aching center.
I hold on to the headboard as Bryce starts eating me out. His tongue dips into my entrance, and I moan.
“Oh, fuck Bryce,” I groan, and my hips start to move.
“You’ll call me Daddy when you’re in my bed, baby girl. Understand?” Bryce says and nips at my thigh.
“Ah! Yes, Daddy.” I gasp.
The word is so naughty, so wrong, but it makes my pussy clench. I also love it when he calls me baby girl.
Bryce sucks my clit, and I nearly lose my grip on the headboard.
“Hmm, you like that, baby girl?” He chuckles against my skin, making me shiver as vibrations soar through me.
“Oh, yes.” I moan.
I look between my legs. Bryce closes his eyes as he licks my pussy. His hands are on my hips, helping me as I fuck his face. I feel an orgasm building up until I’m shaking above him.
“Oh, fuck. Yes, Daddy. I’m coming!” I come on his face and try to move, so I don’t drown him, but he keeps me seated until he licks up every drop of my orgasm. He licks me clean, then gently moves me, so I’m lying on the bed.
