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But I’m the one who says, “I won’t go anywhere, baby girl.”
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I wake up in pain.
My dick. It’s so fucking hard, it hurts.
I groan deep in my throat and open my eyes. Usually, I sleep in nothing because any friction from clothes causes this fucking discomfort.
I’m about to reach down and adjust it when my gaze lands on that colorful chameleon one. It’s so bright and shiny, like the green has slaughtered all the other colors.
“You slept here,” she blurts as if she’s been waiting for me to wake up so she can say the words.
Fuck. I did sleep here, and it’s early morning already. I don’t usually sleep that easily. I don’t sleep at all unless I exhaust my body in the gym first.
But I did. Last night. Even with my clothes on.
“I didn’t have a choice. You held my hand hostage.” I tip my chin at my palm that’s still under her cheek and how she’s gripping my wrist.
“I don’t care. It still counts.” She inches closer and I grunt when her thigh touches my raging erection.
At that, she stares down, her eyes widening. “It looks painful.”
“Whose fault is that?”
She sits up and the sheet falls away, exposing her tits that my eyes automatically go to. I love how comfortable she is in her nakedness around me. She doesn’t even attempt to hide from me anymore. “Mine?”
“Yes, it is. And do you know what that means?”
She shakes her head, even though her eyes are shining, still exploding with bright green.
“It means you’ll take care of it.”
Her teeth sink into the corner of her lip. “I will?”
“Get my dick out, Gwyneth.”
She scrambles between my legs, her small hands fumbling with my zipper, then my boxer briefs until she has my thick erection between her hands.
“What do I do now?” She stares from my dick to my face, and it’s that trust again. She trusts me to tell her what to do and she’ll follow through with it. No questions asked.
“Now, you put those pretty lips on it and suck.”
She strokes me a few times from bottom to top, and I grunt. My dick is turning harder with each of her innocent movements. But there’s nothing pure about the look in her eyes.
“I’ve always wanted to do this.” She licks her lips. “I’ve practiced.”
A red mist covers my vision at the image of her sucking someone else. The picture of her opening these lips to that kid with the not-some-normal bike hits me with fucking violence.
It’s illogical, doesn’t make any fucking sense, but it’s there and it’s starting a fire in my chest.
“You practiced?” I ask with a calm I don’t feel.
“Yeah, why do you think bananas are my favorite fruit? But you’re bigger…and…I don’t think I can take you all in. But I want to.” She bows her head and licks the crown of my dick and the drop of precum.
I suck in a harsh breath when she stuffs me into her mouth, taking as much of me as possible as she sucks and hollows her cheeks. Her movements are inexperienced, but that in itself is a fucking turn-on. What she lacks in experience, she makes up for with pure enthusiasm.
Her head bobs up and down as she sucks and licks, and I grab her by those strands, my hand fisting into them.
