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“Everywhere,” I moanout.
He groans deep from his throat when I run my foot up and down his leg and start moving into him more aggressive than what’s appropriate. I shift until his cock hits me in the perfect spot, and then I grind againsthim.
He uses a single finger to untie my shorts, and I wiggle out of them in seconds, desire blazing through me. He doesn’t bother removing my panties. Doesn’t see them as achallenge.
Instead, he pushes the lace to the side and gives my clit the attention I’ve been dying for, rubbing it with the pad of histhumb.
I gasp when he slowly slips a finger inside me while still giving me the feel of his cock. His thick finger gracefully moves in and out of me. Not how I want it. I move against him harder to tip him off on how I needit.
“Slow down, baby,” he says with a laugh. “You keep doing that, and my dick is going to explode. You probably want this to last longer than a fewminutes.”
“I don’t care how long it lasts if I get what I want,” Imutter.
He chuckles and shoves another finger into me without warning. He gives me rough. “Thatbetter?”
“God, yes,” I moan out inresponse.
“I have something you’ll enjoy evenmore.”
He dips his fingers out of me in order to grab the strings of hisshorts.
Finally. This is what Ineed.
The sound of a phone ringing startlesme.
His hand drops from his shorts, and he curses under his breath. My heart beats wildly when he places them in his mouth and sucks on them on the way to his gym bag. I can’t stop staring at the outline of his swollen cock when he opens the bag and grabs hisphone.
We were rightthere.
Right freakingthere.
My vagina does not deservethis.
He checks the caller beforeanswering.
“Hello?” He drops down in the chair and expels a stressed breath. “Hey, honey. How’s camp?” he croaks out. “What’s wrong? You’re feeling homesick? That happened to me my first time there, too.” He pauses. “Ipromise.”
I catch my breath when he falls quietagain.
“You know what helped me? I wrote my parents a letter, telling them all the cool stuff I was doing there. I’ll ask your counselor to mail it out for you, and I should get it before I pick youup.”
I pull my shorts up at the next pause. We won’t be finishingthis.
“Good. I’ll be waiting for the postman everyday.”
I sit up on thebed.
“Call me if you need anything, okay? Good night. I loveyou.”
He ends the call and tosses the phone on the desk. His eyes are pinned to the floor while he sits there, looking tortured. His chest heaves in and out, and the only sound is coming from the police sirens on theTV.
“Dallas,” I finallywhisper.
He lifts his head, and my chest aches at the unease on hisface.
“Shit, Willow. I’m fuckingsorry.”
He pushes out of the chair, his erection not as visible as before when he was about to screw me but still there, and then he storms out of theroom.
