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“Then you obviously haven’t had the right man between your legs.” Her cheeks turn pink, and my cock hardens in my jeans. She sets her popcorn to the side and stands up, kicking off her shorts.
“Show me,” she demands as my eyes widen.
“Can’t do that.”
“Yeah, you can. Show me, Ridge.”
“Don’t say my name like that, Princess. A man like me has very little restraint when it comes to women like you.”
“What kind of woman is that?”
“Inexperienced,” I tell her. She stands in front of me in only her panties and a t-shirt, and fuck does my cock like her like this. That fucker stands hard, pressing against my zipper until it hurts. I crack my neck from side to side, trying to relieve a little tension as she slides down onto the couch next to me. She spreads her legs, and fuck, I can’t say no.
“I want to see what it feels like.”
“Not with me,” I tell her.
“Why not you?”
“I’m not gonna be here long, Princess. You should save that for someone who’s gonna stick around.”
“That’s the reason for this. You won’t stick around, and I have nothing to worry about. Please, Ridge.” The way she whines my name is my undoing. I shift in my seat and lean down between her parted thighs, knowing this is a bad fucking idea. The porno plays in the background, sounds of grunts and groans just spurring me on.
I rip her panties from her body as she gasps and spreads her lips open for me. Her breathing is already ragged as I lean down and run my tongue along her slit. At first, she doesn’t make a sound. Nothing comes out of her mouth but the sound of her breathing, but then when I really get to work, my name falls from her lips like a goddamn angel singing. I lick her, suck her clit into my mouth. I flick it with my tongue, circling it until her body bucks off the couch. It doesn’t take long to hear my name leave her lips. It doesn’t take long for her to become so fucking high on this shit that her hands are tangling in my hair, pressing her pussy to my mouth. I devour it. I eat it like a starved man.I lick every part of her until her legs begin to tremble and lock around my head. This is exactly what I wanted.
“Ridge! Oh god!”
“Yeah, Princess. You’re gonna come all over my mouth,” I tell her before dipping my tongue into her hole. She squirms, and I couldn’t be any happier than I am right now. I eat her like it’s my last goddamn meal until I feel her body tense and release. She comes hard, and I lick at every drop that spills from this beautiful pussy of hers. Her legs tremble as I slowly run my tongue all over her pussy. She spasms and pants, my name falling from her lips over and over again. When I pull away from her, she whines. I set her legs back on the couch before I shift to pull my cock out. When she sees it, she moves quickly. Before I know what she’s doing, she’s on the floor with my cock in her mouth. She sucks and twirls her tongue while one hand holds the base of my cock, the other playing with my balls. Being in her sweet little mouth is going to make me come quickly. I didn’t think her mouth would feel like this, but fuck do I like it.
She sucks me deeper and deeper as I groan and grunt before I can’t take what she’s doing to me. I let go. I don’t try to prolong it or fight it. I come down the back of her throat, filling her full of me.
When she pulls away and wipes her mouth on the back of her hand, she smiles up at me.
“That was so much better than the porn.”
“I’d have to agree, Princess.”
6
Olson
I’ve thought about the other night over and over, but Ridge hasn’t said a word. Now, I’m fixing Thanksgiving dinner, and I still can’t get that night out of my mind. It was amazing. Something I’ve never felt before. He wasn’t wrong when he said I’ve had the wrong men between my legs. He showed me something I’d never experienced before. I’ve never screamed a man’s name like that, and it blew my mind.
“Can you pass me that,” I ask him as I whip the cake batter. Ridge moves and hands it to me as he eyes me.
“Why don’t you like your family being here?” he asks out of the blue.
“Who said I don’t like it?”
“I can see the look in your eyes. You’re dreadin’ this,” he tells me.
“It’s complicated,” I tell him. I can’t tell him more. I won’t tell him more. The last man I told about what happened to me threw it in my face and said it was my fault. A chill runs down my spine as I think about what happened. I can’t face that. I won’t. Not now. Not with some guy I barely know.
“Life is complicated,” he says as he watches me, waiting for an answer he isn’t going to get. I shake my head and pour the batter into the pan.
“I can’t talk about it,” I tell him. He nods his head and goes back to nursing his beer on the stool across from me. He asked if I needed help cooking, and I said no. I don’t need his help. I don’t want it.
I go about finishing up the last of the food when I hear the doorbell ring. I look at Ridge, but he just stares at me.
