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.The sexiest thing just got sexier.If she asked me to give her a million dollars right now, I’d be robbing a bank in twenty minutes flat.This hold she has on me, it’s not good.I don’t like feeling out of control, but she has this way of making me feel in control, even though I know she’s the one running this show.Fuck, she’s good.I nod and she crawls forward, in-between my knees, opens the ice cream container and sets it on the coffee table.I watch in awe as she reaches into my pajama pants to pull my cock free.She grasps it firmly and runs her thumb over the head, smearing pre-come over and around it.My stomach clenches.She tugs the bottom of my tee.I take her hint and pull it over my head, throwing it to the side.Her hands move from my cock to my groin then slide up my stomach to my chest.I like her hands on me.When she touches me, I forget about the scars, because when I look at her, I see it in her eyes; her anger on my behalf.Not her pity.Breathing heavily, I close my eyes and lift my head.She kisses her way down my chest leaving behind a wet trail.She places a long wet kiss under my bellybutton and I feel it like an electric shock through my dick.Her mouth leaves me for a moment and I feel something cool and wet on my cock.I look down to see Nat licking melted ice cream off me.With slow, long strokes of her tongue, she cleans me then starts all over again.My balls tighten.Placing my forearm over my eyes, I say hoarsely, “If you keep doing that, I’m gonna come, girl.”Nat lifts her mouth off me long enough to respond, “This is only round one, baby.”With that being all the permission I need, my control breaks.I sit up straighter, lean forward to grip the back of her neck and tell her, “Taking over, pretty girl.”Gripping her hair, I pull her closer to me and lean back against the sofa.Holding her head steady, I slowly thrust into her mouth, being careful not to gag her.For someone with a sharp tongue that spits acid words, her mouth is actually a bit small.Her eyes are closed and I know she’s enjoying this as much as I am.The need to control rushes over me and I demand, “Touch yourself.”Moaning around my cock, she reaches down between her legs and rubs her pussy with the heel of her palm.My spine tingles.Won’t be long now.Her perfect mouth is smeared with melted ice cream.“So dirty.My dirty girl.Fuck.I love your mouth, babe,” I whisper hoarsely.The vibrations of her moans drive me over the edge.I thrust deeper into her mouth and move my hands to cup her cheeks.My body tingles in bliss and as my balls tighten, I tell her, “Coming on your tits, pretty girl.”As soon as the first contraction of my orgasm hits, I pull her head back and stroke my cock over her chest.Looking down at her puffy red lips and hooded gaze takes me there.I stroke myself hard and fast and spurt my cream all over her chest, groaning all the while.Nat swipes her hand across her chest then brings her hand to her mouth, licking it up.Standing on clearly wobbly legs, she says, “Shower,” then walks down the hall.I hear the shower turn on and smirking, I lift my light body off the sofa and follow the sound of Nat’s hypnotic humming.Pajama parties.We should do ‘em every night.***After he used his mouth to make me come in the shower, Ash made me wear the damn shoulder pads and padded pants to bed.I refused to put on the helmet.There’s no way I’d be able to sleep like that!We spent a minute or two arguing, but he gave in, stating he was too tired to deal with my bullshit.I win!Once we settled in bed, which was hard because of all the extra shit I was wearing, my mouth spoke before I had a chance to stop it.“I know you don’t like to talk about it, but if you ever want to talk about what happened to you, I’m actually a good listener.”The hand that strokes my hair stills a moment before he resumes petting me like a kitten.“It’s fucked up.You sure you want to hear it?” he says quietly.My eyes widen and I whisper, “Yeah.But only if you want to talk about it.”Silence.He sighs then starts, “Dad was always careful not to burn my arms because teachers would notice.”My body stiffens at his admission and my heart shatters to a million pieces.This is worse than I thought.The state of his scars makes it look like he’d been in a horrific accident.Now knowing he got each of those scars over multiple occasions… My heart is broken.How can someone do that to their own child?He doesn’t say anything for a long while, then he quietly admits, “I don’t want to talk about this right now.It might bring on a nightmare.Let’s just see if tonight goes well, then…”He doesn’t have to say anything more.I get it.Now that I know where the nightmares stem from, I definitely don’t want to push him to say any more than he wants to.Turning my head to the side a little, I kiss his chest.“Goodnight, Ash.”I close my eyes and hear him whisper, “Night, babe.”Then I pray that tomorrow will come easily for him.Chapter EighteenThem stupid fucking feelsSomeone is trying to undress me.And I’m so tired that I actually don’t give a shit.Undress me as you please, phantom boogey man.My pants come off in one quick tug and something bulky is lifted from my shoulders.My tank is next to go and I’m pulled back into something warm and hard.Arms come around my waist and I’m startled awake when someone whispers huskily into my ear, “Wake up, pretty girl.”My eyes open wide when, what is definitely an erection, rests between the cheeks of my ass.Then I remember.“You didn’t wake up! It’s morning!” I gasp excitedly.Asher chuckles in my ear.“I guess you were right.You did cure me.” Palming my butt, he continues, “I’d say that’s cause to celebrate.” And in one swift movement, he slides his thick shaft into my ready-and-waiting pussy.We both groan as he pulls me further into him.My back rests against his chest as he rocks into me.I roll my hips back to take him deeper.His arms tightly wrap around me and we work together, thrusting and rocking for what seems like hours.It’s not the fast and furious fucking we normally prefer, but I make an exception.It is morning after all.Who can be bothered?When Ash bands one arm around my chest and lowers the other to softly stroke my clit, I push myself back even deeper onto him and moan.My stomach clenches and I feel a pleasant warmth rush over me [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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