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“Yummmm,” she said, coming off with a little pop of her lips. “Are you sure you don’t drink pineapple juice? Because that was delicious. I’m gonna suck your dick every day?—”
“Your dick,” I reminded her.
She gave a Cheshire cat grin. “My dick. Like I said, I’m going to suck it and drink it down every morning for breakfast. And every night before I go to sleep. Maybe even at lunch.” She went back to the head and started sucking again. It was too sensitive, and I winced, but she kept going.
I let her. It wasn’t my dick, after all.
Chapter 10
Valentine
Ihad a feeling I was terrible at giving head. I also knew it didn’t seem to matter one little bit. Donovan had gotten flustered at coming so fast, but it had done wonders for my fragile ego.
Donovan was everything I could have hoped for. He was confident and assertive, but the way he looked at me made me think deep down, he might need me as much as I needed him.
The way his stern face softened with something like awe as I touched and stroked him brought tears to my eyes. My sisters had told me Donovan hadn’t had a lover in years. But I had a feeling no one had touched him at all for at least as long.
At least, not with love.
Could I love him? I had a feeling, if I was honest about it, the answer was yes. All it would take was a little more time, and a few more moments where he showed me the gentle, tender heart inside the Viking-sized exterior.
But I wasn’t certain about him loving me. There was a lot of space between “my dick belongs to you” and “my heart belongs to you.”
My pussy sure belonged to him. After I’d swallowed all his cum, he’d asked for his turn and spent the next hour with his tongue either on my clit or inside me, and his finger stretching me, driving me to one peak after another.
A part of me was dying to call my sisters and tell them it had finally happened. I’d had the Big O, as they called it. The kind where my whole body was consumed in fireworks, my legs went numb, I screamed myself hoarse, and my clit pulsed with a second heartbeat for ten minutes after.
After the first three, Donovan had started pulling his mouth away, and giving me permission to come right before he triggered the next one.
No, not permission. He had started ordering me to come on his tongue, using the filthiest language. I didn’t think it was his words that made me tumble over the edge, but hearing them now seemed to set me up to climax a lot more quickly.
I hadn’t taken any more pills, not that I would have had time. And not that I wanted to, now.
The mating heat that had been threatening the night before had now returned with a vengeance. All day, the cramps and low fevers were coming in waves, then retreating. But for some reason, they wouldn’t settle. The mental haze kept clearing, replaced with the nagging feeling that something was missing.
Something was wrong, and I had no idea how to verbalize it.
The bed was comfortable and smelled great, but it wasn’t right. The room had two large windows, and furniture everywhere. It didn’t feel… safe.
But I knew I couldn’t tell Donovan that. He was obsessed with keeping me safe. Even from his own dick.
Correction, my dick. I had to get the pronouns right, dang it. I had a dick now, and I needed to remember that. Donovan was letting me play with it again, and I gave it a soft suck, whispering, “That’s my good dick.”
I was still concerned about fitting it inside me. If one of his fingers had hurt going in, there was no way that monster was going to make it through. But he’d just chuckled every time I mentioned it, and kept promising he would never hurt me.
I was beginning to think he meant he was never going to fuck me.
As if it knew what I was thinking, his dick began to grow harder and thicker under my tongue, and Donovan sat up on his elbows. “You need more orgasms, baby girl?”
“I need… something else.”
He was at my side immediately, feeling my brow. “Heat’s coming on faster now. I’ll go get some water and things.”
“I need juice,” I said, suddenly overwhelmed at the knowledge that if I didn’t take more pills now, then it really was here. And I wouldn’t be going into it with a safe, cocktail-sausage beta.
“Juice? What else?”
“I need some… different lights. Softer ones. I need apple juice and… lemonade. Oh god, I need lemonade!” Suddenly, it seemed vital that I have it.
