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She looks like she wants to argue, but thankfully nods, then does as I suggested… puts her warm, wet, perfect mouth on my dick. She tongues the head, then licks my shaft. And then she parts her lips and takes me all the way into her mouth, and I damn near shoot my load down her throat.

I watch with rapt attention as she owns the hell out of the blow job, giving it everything she’s got. When I’m ready to blow, I warn her and she pops off, finishing me off with her hand.

Ropes of cum shoot out, some of it landing on my thighs, and the rest on her tits. She glances down at the cum on her chest and swipes a bit up.

She isn’t going to do what I think she is… She pops her finger into her mouth and sucks, her brows dipping in contemplation.

“I was wondering what it tastes like,” she explains. “Some girls spit and some swallow… It doesn’t taste horrible, but I’m not sure I would want to swallow that.”

She scrunches her face up, and I crack up laughing. “I don’t give a fuck if you spit or swallow.”

I can honestly say I’ve never had a sexual experience like this before. And I fucking love it. Because it’s real. It’s honest. This isn’t just a one-night stand. This is us learning about each other. Being in a relationship with one another. I never thought I would want any of that again. Until Georgia.

Georgia

I wake up to the feel of a hand gliding down my side. Remembering I fell asleep in Chase’s arms last night, I don’t bother opening my eyes. He reaches around and slides his hand under the material of my panties and cups my mound. I move my top leg over and hook it around his leg, eager for him to make me feel good again. He gave me multiple orgasms last night and I’m addicted.

Chase chuckles and kisses my neck, parting my folds and inserting a finger inside me, then another one. I moan, feeling full, and wondering if it’s possible to take my virginity like this.

He moves me to my back, and while fingering me, takes a nipple into his mouth. I don’t remember falling asleep topless, but I’m definitely considering never wearing a shirt again in bed if that means giving him easy access.

“This orgasm is going to feel different,” he murmurs, lifting his face to kiss me. I consider warning him that Robert once tried to finger me, but it went nowhere. But then, his fingers move inside of me, eliciting pleasure I’ve never experienced, and any thoughts of Robert are gone. As Chase expertly strokes my insides, working me into a frenzy, I remember what he said last night: nobody belongs in this room but us. He was right. It’s just me and him in this room, in this relationship.

He curls his fingers inside me, his thumb massaging my clit, and within seconds my orgasm is ripping through me. His mouth crashes against mine, swallowing my moans of pleasure. We kiss for several minutes, until his alarm goes off, reminding us both that he needs to get ready for his shift.

When he breaks the kiss and climbs off the bed, I pout. “Wait, what about you?” I nod toward the obvious hard-on he’s sporting. “Come back here so I can… do you.”

“Do me?” He laughs. “You sure you graduated from college?”

When I glare, he laughs harder. “I have to get ready for work.” He leans over me and kisses me again. “But now I have something to look forward to when I come home.”

He walks toward the bathroom and stops. “I can’t wait to come home, so you can do me.”

I chuck a pillow at him and miss, causing him to bark out another laugh.

After he leaves for work, I go for a jog around the neighborhood, make myself breakfast, and then get started on my work for the day. My mom sends a group text to Lexi and me, asking to do lunch one day this week, and we both respond that any day works. Which reminds me that I haven’t eaten since breakfast.

I’m heading toward the kitchen, when there’s a knock on the door. I open it to find a beautiful woman—in a fake, plastic, Barbie sort of way—standing in the doorway.

“Can I help you?”

When she eyes me up and down like I’m the gum on the bottom of her stiletto, I know she’s here for Chase. This isn’t the first woman to stop by, but I have to say, it’s been a while. It used to happen a lot when he would bring a different woman home every night. It slowed down after he agreed to take things to their place, and it’s only happened a couple times since Alec and Lexi moved out and I moved into the master bedroom—telling Chase he could go back to his extracurricular activities here, since we were no longer sharing walls and a bathroom.


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