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“It is about you, Evelyn. All of this… I want you, can’t you see that?” he asks, my eyes shifting down to his arousal again.
The bulge in his scrubs undeniable, as much as my own wetness down there.
A dark patch around what I can see is the swollen tip of his hard on, straining against the thin medical fabric.
My whole body shivers at the thought of him pressing himself against me again, kissing me, and claiming me as his own.
I hear my thin voice whimper his name. My hands reaching out for him before his own enclose me in a tight embrace.
I try to gasp something.
Something stupid probably, but it’s too late.
Neither of us can stop this. If anything, it’s a miracle it didn’t happen sooner and I only hope he can feel just how much I need him now.
His warm mouth crashes onto mine, guided by the same feeling I know in a second we both felt since first seeing each other in the flesh.
For all my nerves, self-consciousness, and insecurities compared to his size, it all feels completely natural.
Like destiny.
I feel him lifting me up in his arms like I weigh nothing.
Before I know it, he has his strong arms under my rear and back, lifting me to a carrying position while our lips melt over one another.
I thought I’d be shy, but the taste of him in my mouth makes me eager for more, almost biting at him with a hunger that I know we both feel for more than just dinner.
“Which room’s yours?” he growls in my ear, and I hear myself gasping one word.
“Upstairs.”
But there’s no time for that, we both know it. I’m most certainly feeling it. If he doesn’t do something, and soon. I’ll implode on the spot.
He moves over to the couch, placing me down on it, pivoting my hips towards him as I feel my legs open automatically. My legs hooking over his strong shoulders.
Pulling my skirt up in a frenzy, groaning when I feel my heat slipping open wider.
Begging him aloud to suck my swollen pussy.
Wanting to feel myself come on his face.
Willing him to show me how.
Chapter Eight
Mark
It all happens so fast.
So beautifully.
So perfectly, just like her.
Looking over the photos in her hall, on the mantle, I can see one thing missing in each image of her father from when he was younger, in college, and in medical school.
Me.
I have the same photos someplace, each one complete as we hook arms around one another. Best friends.
Brothers.
Photos that go all the way back to the boy’s home we grew up in. Her dad and me.
It’s a little shocking to see the same man without me next to him as his friend, but I know why.
Not something I want to discuss tonight.
Not something I’m sure Evelyn would even want to hear.
I’ve got bigger plans now anyway and once her mouth locks over mine, it answers a million questions for us both.
Tasting her on my lips for the first time, I feel my own senses quicken with the urge to be inside her. To fill her with my seed.
To take her away from all of this and give her something else.
To give us both a family I know we crave together.
The place on her throne, next to me where I know she belongs.
But we have a ways to go yet, which is fine by me if I can just get some more of her in my mouth. On my mouth.
She begs me to help her. Pleads with me to eat her pussy so she can come in my mouth.
Something I thought I’d never hear her ask so intently, and something I’m more than happy to oblige.
The sooner the better, and my hands greet hers as she hitches her white skirt higher.
The sound of fabric tearing as I grip her panties, pulling them to one side and plunging my tongue deep into her quivering hole. Her essence running down my tongue and chin as I greedily taste more of her.
She bucks and moans, thrusting her thick hips in wide circles, forcing my mouth over every part of her sex she needs attending to.
My hands grip those hips, grabbing her in tune with the flourishes of my tongue against her throbbing clit as it frees itself from its sodden hood.
Swollen and hot, like both of us now, eager for me to draw from her the release I know she wants and so desperately needs.
But it’s nothing compared to my own urges.
Nothing compared to my own desire to fill her with my cock and feel the same tight hole quivering against it as I force her to come with my dick buried balls deep inside her sweet pussy.
One of her hands reaches down for mine, and lacing our fingers together, she guides it up to her chest, swollen with her impending climax.
