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“I haven’t showered since this morning,” she says shyly, trying to close her legs. I push them apart and look at her freshly shaved pussy. She is already wet.
“Good, that means you didn’t wash the flavour away.”
Getting to my knees, I pull her down ever so slightly, running my tongue over her slit, and she squirms at the sensation of my tongue. I focus on her clit until she is panting and trying to remove my head with her thighs.
I move ever so slowly from her clit through her folds, taking my time to suck each one into my mouth before plunging my tongue into her hole. Her juices coat my tongue, and she cries out my name.
“Don’t stop. I’m close.”
I run my thumb across her sensitive nub, and when I add pressure, her body starts to tremble, and her hips buck into the air.
“Diesel,” she cries out as her pussy spasms around my tongue.
She flops back onto my bed, and my damn phone starts ringing. I want to ignore it, but it’s my mother’s ringtone.
“Answer it,” Cyrus says, sitting up. I find the phone and quickly answer the call.
“Hey, Mum, what’s up?”
“I was just reminding you to be on time, you know how your father is.”
I roll my eyes, and Cyrus smiles at me. “We are just about to leave. I needed to shower first and remind Cyrus that she really does like me because she will need the reminder after meeting dad.”
“You did not just tell me what I think you just did,” she says with a laugh.
“Of course not, I’m a good boy.”
Cyrus and my mother both snort at the same time. “If you say so. I will see you soon, and please, don’t park on your father’s flowers. He knows you do it to annoy him.”
“He is a grown man who loves his agapanthus more than his son. Tell him to grow them around the back, and I will stop parking on them. I will see you soon.”
I end the call and throw my phone on the bed next to Cyrus.
“Why are you running flowers over?” she asks, and I laugh.
“Because it pisses my father off, and it’s a small act of rebellion that he tolerates so he gets compliance in all other areas of my life.”
“Like being with me,” she says, and I whip myself around and pounce on her. She falls back onto the bed, and I pin her down with my hands on either side of her head.
“No, not like with you. He will want to control me with you, but I can handle him.”
She reaches up and cups my face. “It’s okay if you play the game, you know how messed up I am. I just want to live for today and not have to worry about tomorrow or next week. Just promise me you can do that, and at the end of the day, if this no longer works for you, that’s okay. Just let me have the day.”
I lean down and press my lips to hers, letting her know I can do that. I pull back and smile. “Now let’s go and kill my father’s flowers and see what bullshit he has up his sleeve tonight.”
I help her up off the bed, and we both go back into the closet to find clothes. I won’t ever be able to come in here again without thinking about her pouty lips wrapped around my rock hard cock.
Cyrus decides to wear a long-sleeved champagne-coloured cocktail dress. I grab the first pair of black slacks I can find and black button up shirt and I roll the sleeves up to my elbows, just because I know my father will turn his nose up at me, and I make sure I pair it with a pair of black sneakers, just to make sure he is irritated.
Cyrus isn’t like normal girls who need hours notice to go anywhere, she is dressed and ready within half an hour. She doesn’t fuss over her hair, she just pulled it back into a low ponytail with a fancy knot and added some jewellery and light make up.
“I hope this dress is okay. It’s the only one I packed when I came here because it belonged to my mum.”
“You could wear a potato sack, and you still would have looked ravishing.”
She giggles as I finish putting on the watch my father bought me for my eighteenth birthday. I never wear the ugly thing except when I’m meeting with him. I learned a long time ago that I can push his buttons with next to no repercussions, but certain things would get physical, and this stupid watch is one of those things.
“Are you ready for this shit show?” I ask her, and she nods.
