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Madison groans. “Mom’s going to be pissed. We only replaced it a few months ago.”
I hate seeing Maddie like this, so concerned with the small things. No, that’s not fair. These aren’tsmall thingsto her. This is her life.
“Consider it my treat,” I say, standing and approaching her. “I’ll arrange everything, and hello, by the way…”
Her smile is enough to intoxicate me and obliterate any other thoughts. When our lips connect, she moans, muffled and full of lust. I smooth my hands down her sides to her hips, my favorite place, and I warn myself not to go any further. We’ve gotsometime before the meeting, but not much.
“Are you sure you don’t mind?” She grabs my chest and leans back into my arms. “You don’t owe me a new dishwasher.”
“It’s not about what I owe you,” I say, wishing I could explain, and she’s wrong. Just for being her, I owe her the world. For proving I can feel, can want, canneed, I owe her my life.
“I want to help you.”
I always will.
“Thanks,” she murmurs. “I should probably change before we go, right?”
Hunger enters my voice. “I don’t know. I think you look great…”
Driving my hips forward causes her eyes to widen. She can feel how solid I am, swollen with desire.
“You’re crazy,” she whispers, gazing up at me with wide innocent eyes, reminding me of her virginity, of her destiny… to be mine.Onlymine.
“But I can’t dothatnow.”
I nod, stepping back. Her expression falters.
“But I want to, you know,helpyou,” she says softly, her words driving more lust into my balls, my seed expanding, the tension building. “If there’s a way I can do that, let me know.”
I can barely force out these words, my voice breathy.
“That’s easy. Get on your knees and tear open the front of your shirt. Show me those wet, big, beautiful tits. Grab my dick and work it with your hand. Make me explode all over your chest.”
I’m getting carried away, but once she broached the topic, I was lost. The lust took over.
“Wait… now?” she says.
Ah, she was talking about some point in the future.
I’m about to tell her no. She doesn’t have to do it now. It’ll be difficult to say those words, but I don’t have to. Oh, yes. My balls almost hurt, there’s so much desire in me. She slowly lowers herself to her knees, staring up at me with courage in her expression, etched into her pouting lips and her wide eyes.
“Is this what you want?” she whispers.
I walk toward her, my body trembling, my legs shaking.
It seems this is a pattern with us, doing things in places we shouldn’t. Her mom’s at work, but she could still return home to find her boss standing over her daughter, ready to explode.
“Or this?”
She unbuttons her shirt, never breaking eye contact with me.
“You don’t have to do this.”
Her hands pause. “You don’t want me to?”
“Ineedyou to,” I growl.
I also need you to know that you never have to feel you owe me anything. You never have to feel as though this is your duty.
