Page 31 of His Little Stowaway

I worked most of it myself to get it just right.

It’s more like a museum nowadays, with staff that tend the grounds and keep it tidy.

But that’ll change now that Brynn’s here, I can feel it.

It feels like home already.

Before we even reach the bedroom, I can hear Brynn starting to purr, taking in the sights of the house as we pass a few rooms, a few doors closed and a few open.

The afternoon light fills the whole place, giving it a dreamlike quality now that she’s here with me.

“You said you did all this… before when you were thinking about something?” she observes, sounding suddenly casual as if I really am just going to show her the bedroom.

“When I thought I was going to start a family,” I tell her, realizing in a moment just how quickly twenty years have passed.

Realizing I don’t wanna wait another second and risk letting another twenty slip by.

Brynn flushes again, and gripping at my shirt, she gnaws on her lip. Trying to find the words she thinks I want to hear.

The master bedroom is massive, and I have to take a half dozen long steps before I reach an equally huge four poster bed at the center.

The floor to ceiling cathedral windows have stained glass scenes that mirror the view outside in the clear glass on either side.

Holding her in my arms by our bed, I look down at her, struck by her beauty as much as I was the first time I saw her.

“It’s just… Just beautiful,” she gasps. Her eyes are wide as she takes in the view.

Mine are fixed on her face.

“It sure is,” I growl with pleasure, “it sure is…”

I had planned to throw her onto the bed, show her my aching need for her.

Desperate to taste her in my mouth again.

But I notice her excitement and set her down instead, letting her dash to the window, to move around the room as she takes it all in.

“Oh, Pearce. It’s just perfect, I love it! I love—” she stops herself short, wringing her hands before I hold mine out for her to take.

Almost saying what I’ve been thinking to myself.

She glides over to me, and taking her hands in mine I feel happier than I think I ever have, knowing that she’s happy.

Knowing that she’s safe.

“I’m glad you like it,” I whisper, kissing her hands first and then her lips.

I feel her kissing me back, melting into me. She feels more confident now.

Like she’s starting to get it.

Starting to feel how I’m feeling.

“I want to lay on the bed,” she mews, shivering as her hand runs up my already twitching hard on.

Her words steel my rod, bringing me to a higher level of stiffness than I ever thought possible.

“We don’t have to—” I say. Hearing how stupid it sounds, so I stop.

“Oh, I think one of us has to do something, Pearce,” she coos, almost whimpering as she starts to tug at my zipper, pulling us both back towards the bed.

“Otherwise I think you’ll just… burst!” she gasps, unzipping me at the same time she tumbles backward onto the bed.

My thick erection stands proud, already flexing as I rake my eyes up and down her body.

“There’s only one place I wanna burst,” I growl, fixing my eyes between her legs as she scissors them open and closed, already desperate to get some relief down there.

I should take my time. No need to rush things.

We’re finally alone after all and I know we’re not gonna be interrupted.

But my need to see her naked is too strong.

I yank her jeans off and she tears at her sweater until she’s fully naked on the bed, tossing her hair to one side and tying it back.

The sight of her young body, those large breasts, and her glistening pussy is enough to make me groan out loud.

A thick and milky drop of precome leaks from my cock, which she reaches for.

I beat her to it, but only to take my pants all the way off and rip my shirt at the front, peppering her chest with buttons as she sits up on her knees.

Both her hands outstretched.

“I want this,” she grins greedily, and I take a step closer, tensing once I feel her hands tighten around my shaft, groaning as she starts to pump me in a way that’s my new and instantly my favorite from now on.

“It’s so big,” she whispers, little shivering breaths stuttering out of her as she works my dick.

I run a hand through her hair, making it come loose and slip down across her shoulders, brushing my rod and making me swear to myself.

“Brynn,” I groan, and she makes a little set of moans.

I can see down her back as she leans forward. Her legs widening, her hips already pivoting on the spot, eager for her sweet little hole to be filled.

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