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“That wasn’t a mistake. And it wasn’t a one-time thing. I’m sorry, babe. But you need to get over this. It’s time for you to forgive me and let me make it up to you.”
“I need to get over this?”
Wrong choice of words, apparently. Because she’s so mad she’s almost spitting at me, even if she’s still whispering. “Why in the hell would I do that?”
“Because you miss me?”
“Try again.”
“Because you’re the best lay I’ve ever had, and it would be a crime not to let me experience fucking you again.”
“Try again.”
“Because no other guy can make you cream like I do.”
“And you’re all out of turns. Let me go, Jameson. Now.” She tries to shake off my hands, but I don’t budge.
Talking’s not working. So, I guess I need to try something else. Wrapping my arms around her, I haul her back against the side of the porch where no one can see us. I press her up against the old cedar siding. Hard.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Her voice is an angry whisper. And her eyes are nearly shooting sparks at me.
“Making you see reason,” I whisper, running my finger along her cheek and tilting her head up to meet mine. I run my thumb slowly over her bottom lip, being extra careful in case she tries to bite me again. She tries to jerk her head out of my hands, but I’ve still got her pinned against the wall, so she can’t move too far.
Pressing my hands against Lily’s cheeks, I tilt her head up to mine again. Then I bring my lips down to hers. There’s no way she’s denying how hot we are together. I feel like I’m about to spontaneously combust the minute I touch her.
I slide my lips over hers, not using my tongue yet. I’m waiting, gauging her reaction. I’m not going to force myself on her. If she hates me, she hates me. And I’m going to have to live with that. Because I had her, and I’m the one who completely fucked this thing up.
Lily lets out a frustrated groan and shoves her tongue into my mouth. Her arms bind around my neck, and she slides her hands inside the neck of my t-shirt, stretching it and digging her nails into my back. I’m not sure if she’s doing it because she’s pissed at me or just horny. But it’s hot as fuck, so I don’t much care.
I suck on Lily’s sweet little tongue for as long as she’ll let me. I use my tongue, my teeth, my lips, and just about every other part of me to convince her to forgive me.
I let my hands roam over her body, using my weight to keep her pinned against the wall. One hand slides into her hair, tugging on it just how she likes. The other slides down to grab a handful of her big breast over the fabric of her dress. I roll my palm hard against her nipple, feeling the stone tip of it grind right back against me. Then I let my hand fall down to her pussy, and I grab her there, too. Over her dress, over her panties, I grind the palm of my hand into her clit in hard, wide circles.
“Lily? Where are you, sweetheart? Dessert’s ready!”
Someone’s saying her name. It sounds really far away. Is it me? Am I the one saying her name?
“Jameson! Jameson!” Lily slaps at my chest. “Your dad’s coming.”
In a daze, I let her push me back. Her lips are swollen and her lip gloss is all around her mouth. Her hair is messy from my hands. Not sure how she’s going to hide any of that.
Fascinated, I watch as she runs her fingers through her long blonde waves before patting them down. Then she wipes at her lips with her fingers, trying to clean up the mess I made around her mouth. I’d never miss the flush in her cheeks or how her lips are just a little thicker than normal, but I guess if you’re not looking too closely, you might not see it.
“Over here, Mr. W!” Lily shouts before pushing past me to go find my dad at the back of the house.
“Fuck me,” I whisper, pressing my forehead against the wood siding. I wipe the back of my hand across my lips, where I can still taste her. Then I reach down and adjust my hard dick.
Think of the desert. And taxes. And fucking baseball.
When my hard-on finally settles down, I walk back around the house to get some dessert. If I can’t eat Lily’s apple pie pussy, then I may as well have some apple crumble and vanilla ice cream tonight. But I’d take her apple pie and cream over dessert any day.
chapter fifteen
lily
I barely make it through the rest of the night. I don’t think I hear a single word anyone says to me. All I can think about is Jameson’s dumb face pressed against mine, like he needed my lips as much as he needs oxygen. And every time I think about that, all my blood rushes between my legs, and I end up crossing them, trying to give myself some relief.
But then I remember what he said about why he walked out of my house right after I gave him the best blowjob of his life and all the blood rushes away from my pussy. He got mad because I’ve been with other guys? Because I’ve sucked a few dicks in my life? Who the fuck is he to slut-shame me? I haven’t even been with that many guys. And even if I had, it’s none of his business. Nothing I do is any of his business. And it’s not like he’s a virgin, either. He has dozens of little girlies chasing after him at the Goldrush. How freaking dare he say any of that to me?
