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She watches in intrigue, being cooperative for now. Never know how long that’ll last with her.
Her come drips down between her spread legs, just begging for my attention. I fist myself and guide myself to her glistening cunt, noting her look of excitement. I chuckle as I bypass her entrance and slide my dick through her slick folds, coating myself in her until I hit her clit.
I move back and forth, teasing both of us with the closeness without giving either of us the thing we’re really craving. She sighs, moving her hips with me. I hiss a subtle warning, stopping my motion and she holds still again.
For all about a second. She props herself up on her elbows and watches as I start moving my hard length against her again. Her green eyes get a glazed look, shining brightly as she watches. Fuck, she’s perfect.
I tighten my fist around my dick and start pumping myself faster. Ready to chase the pleasure that is always close when Scar is near. Her eyes glow as she continues to watch. Beaming under the attention and the desire she knows she invokes in me. No one has ever affected me the way she does.
I don’t bother trying to hold myself back, not concerned about making it last for her. Not tonight.
I let go and work myself harder, rubbing her come into my skin, a shadow of how good she feels still enough to light me up from the inside out. A familiar tingling starts in the base of my spine and I start to tense, panting as I flick my eyes between my girl’s face, and how her pretty pussy drips for me.
Her name is torn from my mouth with a grunt as pleasure wracks through my body and heat rushes through me. My eyes close of their own will and my body shudders. Once I catch my breath, I open my eyes to find my come all over her pussy.
Fuck. Every time I think she can’t look any better, she proves me wrong.
I hum as I use my thumb to tease her clit. Collecting my come with my fingers before pushing them into her. Her body shivers and I create a hard and fast pace. Making sure not to dislodge her thigh at my side, but hard enough that she feels every thrust of my fingers.
Curling my fingers with each stroke, pushing more of my come into her as she clenches all around my fingers. She must still be overstimulated because it isn’t long before she’s crying out my name once more.
The waves of her orgasm recede and I gently pull out of her. Brushing a light kiss over her pussy before fixing her underwear back into place. I stand and scoop her back into my arms and reposition it back up in the center of the bed, her head resting on the pillows.
She laughs, shaking her head at me. “I need to go clean up.”
I cup her pussy with my hand, loving the way her panties are soaked with both of our come now. “Nope.”
Her brows lift and she tilts her head to the side. “What?” she huffs in amused exasperation. “That’s going to be a bitch later.”
I shrug as I fall in bed at her side. “Consider it your punishment.”
She’s speechless for a few moments and I take the chance to pull the blankets over the both of us. She won’t be able to sleep without them.
“Why are you all so obsessed with your come in me?” she asks as I tuck the blanket around her. “You know I have the implant. No babies any time soon.”
I lay on my side, propped up on my elbow as I consider her question. I guess we all are a bit infatuated with it. I don’t really know how to put it into words though. “I like that it marks you as mine.” I hum under my breath as I continue to mull it over in my brain. “I don’t know. That maybe one day it will lead to more. But mostly it’s a primal thing I just really love seeing.”
She nods along with my words. I don’t think any of us are ready to start talking about or even thinking about more kids. We have our hands full with Rowan as it is. Let alone the amount of time it would put Scar out of commission. I don’t even want to begin to imagine how crazy over protective we would all be over her.
Her fingers stroke over my chest and I get the feeling she has another question she wants to ask. I wait her out, letting her take her time with whatever it is she’s grappling with. It’s only a few minutes later she asks, “Can I ask you another question?”
I press my lips to her forehead in a soft kiss. A gentle reminder of how much she means to me. “You can ask me anything, baby girl.” I have nothing to hide from her.
She hesitates for another minute. “Why do you like taking care of me so much?”
Huh.
Not what I was expecting. This conversation is about to get deeper than I was prepared for. By her hesitation though, I can assume she knew there’s a reason behind it.
It’s something I started to realize about myself as I became an adult. Started to see how twisted my childhood really was and the ways it changed the way I view myself.
“I like to feel needed,” I explain. “It brings me comfort to know you not only care about me, but that you need me. That your life wouldn’t be the same without me.”
Her eyes widen and a flicker of hurt flashes in them. Shit. I didn’t mean to hurt her.
I keep talking, trying to explain myself before it hurts her feelings more. “My mom is sick. Really sick,” I continue. I don’t like talking about my mother. There are so many messy emotions that come along with her. So many that I still don’t understand. The complexity of loving and hating the same person all at the same damn time.
“My father refused to let her get help when I was kid. I didn’t always understand back then. Couldn't see the way my father fed into my mom’s delusions. Made them worse. Made her see and believe in monsters that weren’t really there. Encouraged the voices only she could hear to drive out any rational thoughts she was capable of.”
