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“I want to come inside you, Krystal. I need to, that’s how you’ll really be mine and I’ll really be yours. Forever,” I tell her.
She stops, thinking as hard as my twitching member right now, but she agrees.
“I don’t want anyone else, Blake. And this all just feels so right…” she says, but there’s a tone of doubt at the end of her words.
“But?” I ask. Easing her hands off me as I cover her back up, leaving my rod out for some air though.
“But we don’t have to do everything in one morning, do we?” she asks, looking down again, biting her lip as if to doubt her own question.
“Not if you don’t want to,” I tell her truthfully.
“As long as I can touch you, as long as you know how bad I want you now. As long as I know you’re mine,” I tell her. Knowing that’s all I really want. The rest will come when she’s ready.
And sooner than later by the look in her eye.
“I do want you here though,” I admit, flexing my cock and using one hand to hold it towards her, feeling it swell as she gasps.
“I want you to come on my dick like you came on my face, and then fill you with my seed,” I growl, feeling that uncontrollable urge again.
“Fill me with our babies,” she murmurs absently, a smile playing on her lips to match my own.
“I couldn’t have said it better myself,” I tell her, kissing her hard until we both groan for a different reason.
Her cell chiming and we both know who it is.
“You’d better get that,” I caution her. Knowing I’ve skipped telling her again, and now her dad’s gonna want to know what happened with yard guy. I just know it and so does Krystal.
She answers with as much chirp as she can muster, but there’s something different about her already.
Her voice has changed a little and she’s holding herself in another way as she stands.
She’s about to become a real woman, is what.
My woman.
All for me.
Chapter Thirteen
Krystal
Sliding off Blake’s lap feels like I’m losing a limb almost.
I’ve never been so intimate with anyone, ever. Never even kissed a boy, let alone a real man.
And certainly never… Well. As I explained to him, I’m the big V but he thinks it’s the sexiest thing, who knew?
All these years it’s been my main hang up, next to my weight of course. And here’s the hottest guy alive telling me it’s music to his ears.
My legs almost give as I stand, but the little workout between them has left me feeling something I’ve never felt before.
And with Blake still close by, the prospect of dealing with my dad or anything after what we just did doesn’t worry me in the slightest.
Blake motions he’s going next door to grab the coffee, but I want him right here.
I reach out for him, tugging at his shirt so he gets my message before he can leave as I answer the phone.
“Hiya, dad… Yeah… Oh did he now?” I ask. Waiting for a gap between each of his machine gun sentences so I can get a word in about this morning.
With the yard guy. Not the other thing.
It’s the reason he’s calling. Like I figured he probably would, but Blake looks surprised and then annoyed.
Like he’s pissed with the yard guy for saying anything. I can’t really blame him though, Blake did have him by the neck like a chicken about to have its head cut off.
“Mark Simmons just called me, Krystal. What the hell happened there this morning?” he asks, sounding overworked and like this is the last thing he feels he should be calling me about.
I know him well enough to hear it in his voice when he’s stressed, but this isn’t just work stress.
“Is he there?” My dad asks gruffly.
“Mark?” I ask, knowing that’s the wrong answer.
“No, Krystal. Not Mark. That idiot neighbor of ours who attacked him. Is he still there? Mark said he was in the house with you,” he adds in an accusing tone.
“Yeah, he’s here,” I tell him calmly. “He thought Mark was a prowler, dad. He was doing the right thing by looking out for me.
“Well,” My dad exclaims, scoffing a laugh that isn’t supposed to be funny. “I don’t think grabbing someone by the throat for doing their job is doing the right thing. He should’ve asked – or better still. Just minded his own business. He’s lucky Mark didn’t give him a dose of his own medicine,” he adds, which makes no sense.
Blake is at least a foot and a half taller than the yard guy, who looked like a rag doll when Blake had him in his grip.
I just roll my eyes and make a little face at Blake who seems to be as close to anxious as I’ve ever seen him for some reason.
