Page 16 of His Little Stowaway


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My queen.

My equal.

“Pearce…” she whimpers again, bringing me back to the moment.

I always do that, looking toward the future. What I want, long before it’s all actually happened.

But this is happening. This is real right now, and we are making it happen.

“Oh, Brynn,” I groan. My cock twitching as a thick line of my own lube traces its way down the inside of my thighs as I take my place with my face between her thighs again.

Her silence, until she comes hard, is only broken by one word. My name.

Slow and soft at first, but finally with a growl of her own.

Almost shouting it as I feel her finally yield to my touch.

Feel her pussy quivering on and in my mouth as wave after wave of climactic ecstasy pulses through her.

Her hands are in my hair, gripping hard. Then her not so short nails are digging into my skin.

Leaving deep scratches, I hope before they finally reach for my hands again.

Our hands join as she slowly eases herself back down to earth, the crest of her climax ebbing away slowly.

My own arousal is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Like I’ll never be anything but hard for her from today on.

“Not so glamorous after all, huh?” she asks me, puffing a strand of hair away from her face.

Her legs are still firmly in my grasp, her body close enough to mine for me to disagree with her.

“I think you’re perfect,” I tell her point-blank, following her eyes with mine when she looks away.

Squeezing her and pulling her so close my rigid, hot cock is pressed against my stomach. My balls slid against her slick pussy lips.

She gasps in shock, her mouth making a perfect ‘O’ shape.

Her eyes widen, almost with fear until I take both her hands gently.

Easing them onto what I know she’s been thinking about for at least an hour.

“It’s… It’s…” she tries to say, gripping me with both her hands and squeezing another thick bead of my precome from me, making me groan and smile.

“It’s all yours,” I tell her truthfully, lifting her face up with my thumb and forefinger.

“And you’re mine,” I remind her.

Glad when she doesn’t look away this time.

Already sensing what she’s about to tell me.

Please god, let it be so.

“Pearce?” she asks bashfully, squeezing me harder out of nervousness, and almost making me explode before I ease her hands back from my length.

“Sorry,” she whispers, and I kiss her fingers, telling her she’ll never have to say sorry to me or anyone ever again.

“It’s just...” she trails off, stopping herself but doing well at driving me crazy in suspense.

“What is it?” I ask, hoping it’s nothing serious now.

“I’ve never… Well. I’ve never done anything,” she finally manages, instantly making me breathe a sigh of relief.

“I thought you were gonna tell me something else,” I exclaim, laughing aloud, not even bothered when she looks angry all over again.

“I suppose everything’s funny to you, isn’t it?” she huffs, trying to get or even stay mad, but she’s smiling too.

“You do understand, don’t you?” she asks, trying to sit up but I playfully pin her to the desk, eyeing her sweet cunt again, running my hand across it and making her shiver.

“I heard you right, you’re a virgin,” I tell her gently. Not laughing anymore. Not once she starts to moan under my touch again.

“I take this very seriously,” I assure her, leaning down to kiss each of her breasts, her belly, and finally her clit.

I let my tongue bathe in her essence, tasting her sweet come in my mouth before I scoot back up to press my lips to her.

She kisses me greedily, and I don’t mind when she even bites my lip.

I like that she’s sassy. Outspoken.

Even a little annoying.

She’s just like me, except way better.

The kind of better I could get used to having around twenty-four seven for the rest of my days.

“I couldn’t have asked for more,” I explain to her once we both come up for air.

“I’m gonna be your first, and you…” I pause.

“…Will be the millionth girl on your list probably,” she butts in, looking huffy again until I finish.

“….And you’ll be my only. That’s how it works, Brynn,” I remind her.

“I’m all yours, and you’re all mine. Everything I’ve got, you’ve got. Understand?” I ask, knowing she only heard the first part.

“I understand.” She eventually smiles, pulling me close and sighing as I hold her, the pair of us locked in a naked embrace on my desk.

“I understand,” she whispers again and kisses the tip of my ear.

Chapter Nine

Brynn

The crowd of jeering jocks. The pointing and laughing?

There is none.

The camera crew I almost sensed about to come in through doors I thought I’d locked?

Not true either.

Not there.

It’s just me and Pearce, and after not only the most amazing climax of my whole life, I tell him my biggest secret which only seems to make him look even happier than he already was.

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