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Before I can respond, he goes back down, taking my clit between his lips and sucking as he circles it with his tongue. There’s no doubt about it now. Even if I wanted to hold back, it’s just not possible.

“I’m coming!” I cry out as my orgasm crashes into me

Wave after wave of unmatched ecstasy wash over me. My back arches, and my thighs clamp down on poor Orson’s face.

God, I hope I don’t crush him. But I can’t do anything now. All I can do is ride this out and hope I don’t die.

He growls into me, igniting me more, sending me higher. So high that when I finally come down, I crash like a rocket returning to Earth.

“Okay, okay!” I cry out as I twist away from him and tumble off the bed onto the floor. Orson rushes to my side as I giggle like a little girl, curled up into the fetal position with one hand between my legs. “What…what did you do to me?”

Orson chuckles and lies down beside me, wrapping me in his arms. Brushing my hair aside, he kisses my neck, sending a shiver through me.

“What you deserved, angel,” he says. “And I have so much more to give you.”

4

ORSON

I’ve been staring at Megan for fifteen minutes. Just watching her sleep.

My princess. You’re so beautiful…

The sun is up, but I don’t have the heart to wake her. She looks so peaceful lying there in bed with her hair all messy. Even the goofy way her lips are pouted makes me want her more. She’s stunning without even trying.

Last night was incredible.

I can’t stop thinking about that moment as I pulled her panties aside and pressed my tongue against her pussy. Her perfect pussy that tasted so sweet that it’s taking all my strength not to just pull the covers off her now, spread her legs, and go back down on her.

And the sound she made when she came…it was like cute and sexy wrapped together into one.

I’ll never forget that.

In fact, my new goal in life is to make her come as many times as possible. I’m gonna wear her out. Give her so many orgasms she won’t be able to walk—won’t be able to talk. I’m dying to hear her moan again, but most of all, I’m dying to be inside her.

I held back last night because I could see she was nervous.

Megan is a virgin. She’s unclaimed. And if she needs time to feel comfortable, I’ll give it to her. Even if holding back is close to torture.

I could barely sleep last night as I thought about sliding my cock into her—feeling that tight pussy stretch around my girth. I was so turned that I had to slip off to the bathroom and take care of myself. It wasn’t enough, but it allowed me to get some sleep.

My phone buzzes in my pocket. A text from my mother.

Chuck is waiting for you, dear.

Jesus, I really need to establish some new rules for the house. Mother has her own house on the estate, and I’ve just been letting her drop by whenever, seeing as how this is technically a family manor. But if she’s just going to let Chuck in whenever he decides to show up, I’m going to have to put my foot down.

Not to mention Megan’s living here now. Mother can’t just be walking in on us whenever she feels like. My princess needs to be comfortable here—comfortable enough to walk around naked like the work of art she is. This is her home now.

I don’t bother responding to the text. I just head downstairs, but I take my time. I am in no rush to see Chuck. He can wait for me.

I find him and my mother in the morning room sipping mimosas like a couple of old friends. I don’t know how she doesn’t see him for the scumbag he is. Her eyes light up as I walk in.

“Oh, there you are, dear. Your friend Chuck came to see you. He said you had some business to discuss.”

Right. My friend Chuck. “Did he now?”

Chuck turns to face me, a brief moment of guilt on his face, but he quickly pushes it away with a smile. He clears his throat and starts to say something, but I cut him off. “Why don’t we talk in private?”