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“Why do you always wear those little cotton panties like some sort of innocent girl?” I lean down and bite her other breast. “You know you’re a little slut for me, Billie.”
I kiss my way down her body until my head is between her legs and I take her clit into my mouth. I suck, nip, and bite until she’s writhing under me, her hips bucking against my mouth. Her wetness coats my lips and I lick it off with my tongue. There’s more though, she’s dripping onto my face and I delight in the fact that I’m the man who makes her so wet.
Pulling away, I undo my jeans and stroke my cock, watching as her eyes stay fixed on it.
“Something you want, maybe?” I say as I watch her stomach trembling from uneven breaths.
She bites her lip and nods. “Yeah,” she finally puffs. “You.”
I’m not in the mood to make her beg when I can barely hold myself back from destroying her. I enter her in one sharp thrust and sigh in pleasure when she gasps. She feels so tight, accommodating to me like she was made to have me inside her.
I move in and out of her in a hurried rhythm, not hiding how much I need her and the effect she has on me. I lust after this girl, I just want to bury myself inside her forever, and physical touch is the only way I know how to show her for now.
The moment I feel her breathing shorten and the way her body spasms around me, I allow myself to explode inside her. I wrap her arms around my back, forcing her to hold me tightly as I thrust one last time and pull out before falling on top of her.
I’m dressed and ready to go while Billie is still blow-drying her hair, when I receive a text. It’s from Gerald Baker. I had to wait less than twenty-four hours before he contacted me. I only called him yesterday. My muscles tense as I read.
Baker: This week, Friday.
Checking that Billie can’t see anything, I text back.
Caden: I want half the cash now. Rest after the night.
Baker: Come pick it up at my house like a good boy.
I’m gonna fucking throw up. Do I get to kill the fucker at the end of the night?
He sends me his address in the next text, and I use the occasion to be on my phone to message Carla. I ask her to start talking to the organizers of the tournament if I give her half the money before Friday. Her ‘okay’ comes instantly, and I feel a wave of relief wrapping around me.
“Caden?”
I pocket my phone as Billie comes to me. “Yes, little bee?”
She grabs my hand and peers up at me with puppy eyes.
“Can we get milkshakes on the way back?”
This. This is why I’m doing it—the simplicity of her happiness.
It’ll all be worth it when she leaves this shit town and blossoms into the woman I know she can become.
“What about your fighter’s diet and all that?” I say as I grab her duffel bag.
She shrugs. “It’s calories. I’m not too worried, anyway. I won’t be fighting anytime soon. It doesn’t really matter which weight category I’m in.”
I nod, not mentioning that it will matter very soon. One milkshake won’t change anything.
“The only problem with your milkshake is that you get strawberry, and that’s disgusting,” I laugh.
“You’redisgusting,” she fights back, pretending to be hurt.
“Are you trying to get yourself in trouble with me?” I bend down, putting my shoulder against her stomach and grabbing her as I stand back up with her over my shoulder.
“Caden!” she shrieks.
“Alright, I think I’ve got all my stuff,” I say calmly.
“Put me down. I hate being carried.”
