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I sit back and exhale as she runs her hands down my shaft. It takes both of her petite hands to stretch around my girth, but with determination and persistence, she manages it. I watch as she lowers her mouth over my tip and begins to suck.
Holy fucking lord.
I grip hold of her golden hair, using all my strength not to ram myself deeper down her throat. Her eyes shine as she sucks, her blood red lips sliding up and down my cock. Just when I think this can’t get any better, she takes more of me. I'm amazed at how much of me she can fit in that perceptively small mouth. This girl would kill it in a hotdog eating contest.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
Her fingers grip the base of my cock as blood pumps through it. I groan, my body tensing, a surefire sign that I’m close. Then, with a growl, I release, shooting my load into her mouth. Her eyes widen, but she manages to swallow while impressively continuing to suck. She drags her mouth over my length until I physically push her away.
“That was incredible,” I sigh. I lift her back up into my lap and shake my head. I’m speechless. She smiles shyly as I cup her face and press my lips onto hers.
“And on that note, I should probably go,” She winces. “Just in case Dad comes back and I’m not there.” I nod, not wanting her to leave but understanding why she has to.
She disappears back into the bedroom to get dressed, while I fix myself up. Then I walk her out, stopping just before we reach the door, so I can kiss her. I run my hands through her hair and lean forward, pressing my lips against hers.
As I watch her disappear down my path, I glance at the time and curse. I had planned on leaving Anna to watch the kids while I did some work, but of course, I got distracted. She was forever distracting me, and my work was beginning to suffer. Instead of doing what I needed to be doing, I was doing things to her. I love spending time with her, but I have to figure out how to find time for both, or everyone is going to suffer.Chapter Nine
AnnaI study the newspaper in front of me, drinking my coffee, while simultaneously and impatiently waiting for eight o’clock to roll around. Eight is when Nick asked me to head over to his place to help out for tonight. I’d usually get there earlier, but he had a work thing on this afternoon that ran late.
We’ve settled into a nice little pattern of me going over there, helping with kids, and then us spending time together alone. The arrangement was working perfectly. Dad hasn’t picked up on anything, other than to comment that I’m spending a lot of time over there. I look up as he walks into the kitchen. Speak of the devil.
“Hey, kiddo,” he says, rubbing the back of his head.
“Hey,” I say. “How’s work?” I smile at him as he sits down at the table. He glances over to see what I’m reading and frowns.
“Same old. Anything interesting?” he asks, nodding at the paper.
I glance back down and shrug. “Not really. Same old.” I grin. “But for some reason, it’s even less interesting today.”
“No news is good news, right?” he asks with a chuckle.
I shrug and turn the page, an article catching my attention
“Hey, did you know they’re redoing the old theatre downtown?” I say with a frown.
“Really?” Dad muses. “That should be interesting.”
“I’m actually kind of sad to see it redone,” I say, a twinge of nostalgia hitting me.
That building was what started my love of architecture. I used to sit down by the fountain in front of it and just stare at the building, taking in all the different shapes and textures. It wasn’t going to be the same with a new building there.
“What are your plans for dinner?” he asks. “I thought we could order a pizza and catch up?”
I shake my head. “I’ll probably just catch something next door.”
“Going over to Nick’s again?” Dad asks, raising his eyebrows.
“Yes,” I say, trying to sound casual. “We’ve kind of got a routine happening now, where after the kids are asleep, he helps me study.” I shrug as if it’s completely innocent.
“Uh-huh,” Dad says. “Don’t you think you’re over there a little too often lately?”
I raise my eyebrows at him. “You do remember it was your idea for me to go over there and help him in the first place?”
“Yeah, I know, but I didn’t mean you had to help him every night.”
“I'm surprised you even know that, considering how little you’re home,” I reply evenly.
He shrugs and holds his hands up. “Fair point. I'm just saying that you seem to be getting quite…attached to him.”
