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“Yes.” I moan and whine a bit.
“Fuck, sis. Spit in your hand and rub them. I want them wet like they would be if it were my tongue. Can you feel the heat from my mouth?”
“Oh god.”
“Not God, baby. Your big brother.” Why is that so hot? “Are they tender yet?”
“Y-yes.”
“That’s good, baby. Lick your fingers and move them down your body. I want you to trail a path from your supple tits to your pussy. That is going to be my tongue, little May. I am going to lick every inch of you, including that pouchy little tummy of yours.” I suck in my stomach. I have always been self-conscious of the baby fat I never lost. He has always made me feel sexy. “Touch it.”
“What?” I ask him, coming back from my head.
“I don’t like your mind somewhere else when I am phone fucking you. Now touch that wet pussy and tell me how juicy it is.” oh fuck. His mouth is filthy.
“Drew.” I gasp as my fingers part the lips and slide down. He’s right. I am so wet I can feel it leaking. I have never been so turned on in my life.
“Shit. I love your little fuck me noises. I have dreamed about that tiny pussy for the past two years. I know it’s so tight my tongue would get stuck. Christ. I want in that tiny hole.” he grins and curses some more. I hear him grunting as my fingers move up and down and in and out of my pussy, bringing me closer and closer. “I can’t squeeze it tight enough,” he says tightly. Seems that is all I needed was to know he was touching himself too.
“Drew!” I moan his name as sparks shoot through me and sucks the air from my lungs.
“May. Shit,” he says it as more of a curse before I hear him growl, and I know he just came with me. I am not sure what to say but turns out I don’t have to say anything. Knock. Knock. Crap.
“Yea, mom,” I call out, hanging up the phone.
“Come eat, sweetie.” Hell. Forget food. I need to sleep.
Chapter Five
Andrew
That girl has fucked me up. Last night on the phone did nothing but whet my need for her. I came, sure, but it was nothing compared to what I have been building up and holding inside for the moment I get into her womb. I am a selfish fuck, I know; I mean, she is young and needs to finish school, but all I have ever pictured is her body as she glows and grows with my children inside of her.
Turning, I look at the clock and am shocked. It's noon already. I need to get my ass out of bed. I have a follow-up appointment to go to, and then I have some shit to get together for my surprise for my woman. It’s been hard trying to get it done from a sitting position but thank fuck; anything can be done from the internet. Scooting to the bathroom, I brush my teeth, wash my face and go in the room and get dressed. Shit. I need to eat. Knock. Knock.
“Who is it?” I ask from the kitchen.
“Aiden.”
“You know where the key is.” he walks in with bags, and I have to shake my head. My friends know me better than no one does. “You brought food. How did you know?” I ask him as I start opening the containers.
“Well, I figured you aren't using the energy it takes to move on cooking. What have you been eating?” definitely not May.
“Take out. Well, a few days ago, May came over and cooked for me.”
“I bet she did.” he snickers and walks away.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I cross my arms.
“Nothing, bro. Just surprised you didn’t handcuff the girl to the chair. I mean, if you had, she might not be out with other dudes.” what the fuck?
“What are you talking about?” my mouth starts grinding as the hulk begins shifting.
“Hey, calm down, dude. I assumed you knew. It’s on her Facebook. She was posing in a selfie with some guy.” he walks back around the counter like he thinks I am going to explode. It’s definitely a possibility. Snatching up my phone, I pull up her page, and sure enough, some douchebag has his hand on her shoulder like she belongs to him. If I had it my way, his hand would no longer belong to him.
“I mean, what's the big deal. It’s not like she belongs to you.” Aiden mumbles. My head begins to pound, not because he said it, but because he is right. I haven’t claimed her yet and leaves her wide open.
“Fuck.'' I begin pacing the kitchen, running my fingers through my hair. “You’re right,” I tell him feeling more pissed.
