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“What?” I say, looking up at her, praying she doesn’t saystop.
“That…” She swallows, her face bright red. “Feels really good…”
My dick gets even harder, somehow. For a moment, I think I’m going to explode in my pants. My balls are flooded with seed. I need to fuck her so badly it hurts.
I start sucking her nipple again while smoothing my hand up her leg, but the jeans are too thick. The denim stops me from properly feeling her. Still kissing, I grab her jeans, fiddling with the button.
“H-here,” she says, reaching down, smoothing her hand over mine, and grabbing the button.
Once she undoes it, I unzip the jeans and pull them down. She leans back, straightening her legs, letting me do it. Her underwear is tangled up with her jeans. Oh, fuck, her pussy is wet for me, her hole winking, glistening. Her clit looks so goddamn ready for everything I will give her. Her lips are as full as her perfect figure.
I throw her jeans on the floor, then drop to my knees. I can’t stop. I won’t. I don’t care about my son right now at this moment. I’m a monster. I’m a bastard. I don’t care aboutanythingexcept the tangy scent of her as I kiss up her thigh and the small whimpering sounds she makes the closer I get.
How did we get here? We were talking about art. It’s happening so fast. I hope I make her young body pregnant when I drive my rock-hard dick into her tight hole. I’m burning for her.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she whimpers when I finally reach her pussy. I sink my hands greedily into her thighs, opening her legs and sliding my tongue from her entrance up to her lips to her clit. Her legs tremble when I pay special attention to her tight bud.
I lick her slowly at first, listening to her moans, driven on by them. She sounds like she can’t believe this is happening, and I can’t blame her. I can hardly believe it, either. Paper crinkles softly as I lick her quicker. I realize she’s lying on her paintings.
Quicker and quicker, I lick her eager pearl. Then I bring my finger to her entrance and circle it, still consuming her clit simultaneously. I suck it into my mouth, obsessed with the taste of her. My mouth is flooded with the tanginess of her. I could feast on her for days. Fuck, I’m addicted already.
Slowly, I slip my finger into her. She grips me so tightly. The base of my shaft aches as I imagine driving into her with my cock, her walls squeezing around me. Is she going to be able to take my dick? She’s tight as hell, but her body was made for me, just for me.
“Fletcher,” she moans, with urgency in her voice.
I stop. “What’s wrong?”
“No.” She gasps. “I’m… I mean…”
I smirk, looking up into her red face, her frantic eyes. “Don’t get shy with me now, my perfect painter.”
The nickname makes her flush even more. I could spend the rest of my life just trying to make her happy and consider it a life well spent. “I’m close to, you know…”
I love her shyness. Pressing my face against her pussy again, I taste her juices, licking her clit, finger-fucking her eager hole, and feeling her tightness pulsing around me. Her body is talking to me, her hole pulsing, telling me she’s getting closer, closer…
Then her legs tremble so much the table starts to jolt up and down. Several paintings fall to the floor. Her moans come like music, the perfect noise. I fuck her eager young hole with my finger, hard, over and over, while consuming her nub. She spills out her hot juices all over my tongue as I open my mouth wide, licking her core, lips, and everything.
When she’s done, I stand up, staring down at her, top and bra tangled around her belly, her thighs wet with her release.
“I need you now,” I growl, stepping forward and reaching for my pants.
I pull them down, then yank my underwear down. My manhood springs free. I’ve never been this hard before. My head hasn’t been in this much of a haze before. I can’t think about anything except her slit, so tight, so ready.
“Fl-Fletcher,” she moans.
“Yeah?” I groan, leaning down to guide my dick to her entrance.
“I…” She bites down and shakes her head. “It’s nothing.”
“What?” I growl, stroking my tip up and down her folds, spreading her wetness from her hole to her clit and all around, then staying at her hole, teasing her entrance.
“No, it’s nothing,” she says, more confidently now. “Let’s do it.”
“You want it,” I groan. That’s not a question. “You fucking need it as badly as me.”
“Yes,” she moans.
I push against her, feeling her spread open for me, but not enough. She’s all tense. I groan and push a little harder, but when she gasps, it’s different from the other times. I don’t want to hurt her. My job is to protect her. I pull back slightly.
