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“Okay, one other thing. Something fun. Something that makes your heart happy.”
“So, I used to have a frog that I picked up at the pond outside my dad’s house. I named it Robinson. Then I took Robinson out one day and he made a friend.”
“Let me guess. A toad.”
She grins, thoroughly enjoying herself. “No! It was another frog. I named him Crusoe. The three of us used to have long conversations.”
My heart twists so hard, the agony rips through me. I picture my little angel sitting and talking to her pet frogs. How lonely she must have been.
“I want to write about the adventures Robinson and Crusoe, and I had. Robinson gets into trouble everywhere, Crusoe wins people over, and they both come out teaching lessons and jumping off into the next adventure.”
I chuckle in admiration and she laughs.
“Don’t laugh. There’s other storylines, too. It’s what makes me happy, making up the stories. They are all more for kids, not serious.”
“I'm dying to hear them all.” I reach for her arms and pull her upright, taking her wrist and turning toward the ottoman again. Her breath grows raspy but she continues to speak. “It’s perfect. I’ll do whatever I can to help you write your stories. To make your dreams come true. That’s my promise to you.”
“Why are you doing all of this for me?”
I furrow my brow, unsure how she can’t know. “Because, I’ve found what I’ve been looking for my whole life. Making you happy gives me something I never thought I would have and I intend to make the rest of our lives extraordinary, baby.”
She’s quiet for a long moment as Albert squawks and swears, then calls her a princess. Then an asshole, making her smile again, and I want to make sure she smiles more everyday than she ever has before.
“Get the fuck out.” Albert screams as he picks up a piece of watermelon in his beak.
“I guess I know when I’m not welcome.” Chastity fists her hands on her hips in a playful, angry tone.
With that, I know what I want to do next, and doing it here with fucking Albert cursing and insulting us every ten seconds is not the right place, so I gather her hand and walk us back to my bedroom.
Once inside, I’m impatient, but I want her to relax so I keep our conversation going for the moment.
“So, is there anything you want to know about me?” I ask.
She nods on a sly smile, licking her lips, her eyes staying glued to my crotch as I slowly undo my fly.
“Yes, lots of things.”
Dirty girl.
“I grew up in Maryland.”
She squeezes her tit, and my cock drips pre-cum. “That’s nice.”
“My mom was a high school English teacher and my dad was an electrician. They still live in the house where I grew up. I tried to move them into a new, bigger place I had built, but they refused.”
“Mhmm…” She rubs her thighs together, her breathing coming faster through open lips. “They sound nice. Tell me more…”
There’s more to tell about my parents, but talking about my father’s illness and that hardship for them doesn’t feel appropriate right now.
I drop my pants, get rid of my tie, then work the buttons on my shirt and drop it as well as she bites her lower lip. My boxers are stretched ruthlessly to the left, the direction my cock head is pointing. She stares at the soaked spot where the leaking tip rests under the light-blue fabric.
“Anything else you’d like me to know?” Chastity steps forward on her tiptoes, in full vixen mode.
“I was adopted. But I had a wonderful life.” I yank off my socks, throwing them away, my voice growing raspy. “I went to the best schools, even though I didn’t like studying. Played football, went to Yale for undergrad and Columbia for my MBA. Then I started my first venture capitalist firm…”
I grab her hair and half drag her to the bed, throwing her onto the off-white duvet as I pull her legs apart.
I take a long look at the pussy that’s cast its spell on me, pushing my face between her legs with a force that smears her sweet-smelling juices all over my lips.
Her scream resounds in the room as I nip her hard little clit.
“God, you taste good,” I mumble into her pussy lips.
She jerks, shifting her hips, greedy little thing.
“I never felt I was going without until I saw you. I’ve been hurting, baby, waiting for your pussy to show my cock where home is. You want to give me what I need, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes, please, Daddy.”
“Good girl. I so love when you say please.” Pre-cum trickles out of my cock as I reach down and shift her legs to the side, exposing her ass. “Sometimes, when you don’t say please, you will be punished.”
