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"Oh God!" He's not going to have to wait for 'one day' if he keeps doing what he's doing. The nipple he just left is damp and furled hard. His fingers still pluck at it until I think I might not be able to take anymore. Then his touch on me is gone.

I'm about to ask him why he stopped when he jerks my legs further apart positioning his shoulders and head in between my thighs. "I can't wait any longer. I need the taste of you on my tongue, in my mouth."

Okay. That's a good reason to stop kissing my boobs. I'll allow the play and let him continue. I giggle at my own thoughts. Like I would ever tell him no to anything he wanted to do - except bring someone else into our relationship. That shit is not cool. My mom once dated a guy who couldn't fuck unless some other woman was there with him and mom. I wasn't supposed to know about it but it wasn't like she was good at keeping a secret. I wouldn't be able to share and I don't want to think Evan will be alright sharing me.

He straightens and gives me a piercing look, "Where did you go just now? When you were thinking about something other than me and what I'm doing with you?"

Oh God! The last thing I want to do is bring up my mom. What the hell was I thinking? Oh yeah, that I didn't want him to think I'm anything like my mom. I would never share or be shared, I wouldn't cheat, and most importantly I wouldn't ever leave him. I shake my head not wanting him to find out what is going on inside of my head. I have to focus on seducing him and bursting into tears because of leftover baggage from my mom isn't going to do the trick.

"When you're in my bed, Pussycat, you don't think of anyone else but me. You understand? Just me!"

I nod really fast so he knows that is who I always think about. Even when I think of my mom it's in the context of not wanting to be like her so Evan can be proud of me, so he can want me to stay with him always. "Just you. It's always been just you."

He doesn't understand and I don't know how to make him see. He takes the fight out of me when his mouth drops back to my pussy. He runs his broad tongue up the center and my hips follow to get the maximum amount of pleasure from him. He throws his arm over me to hold me still. He eats me like he is a man on a mission with single-minded focus and dedication.

I was already close before he put his mouth on me so it doesn't take him long to build me back to the point where I find that ultimate release. Just as my body starts to shake he slides one of his fingers inside of me. It's just a little but it gives my pussy something to bear down on and makes the orgasm that much stronger.

When I come down from my high it's to realize he's licking up all of the cream my body gave him. His way of cleaning me up is also heating me up again. I push into his mouth to press his nose to my clit just a little harder and see something inside Evan's eyes snap. He rolls me like he did the night before and spreads me wide as he buries his face. All I can do is cry out and try to hold on as he pushes my body to another release and this time he adds another finger for my muscles to squeeze up on.

He has me rolled over on my back once again and is coming to lean over me. I see how wet I left his mouth and chin. I wonder if he likes wearing it, like a badge of honor for him. I certainly hope so because I'm getting kind of addicted to his mouth and all the pleasure it can give me.

My mind focuses on what is going on and I feel the tip of him rub through the valley of my very ready pussy. I'm about to beg him to take me. He pins my hands down beside my head but my legs and hips are still free.

"Please, Daddy." I look into his beautiful gray eyes and see the real him, the one he tries to keep locked down and hidden, come out to play. "Please take the ache away and make it all better."

His nostrils flare as he thrusts once and impales me. I can't hold back the yelp of pain having him inside of me causes. I don't want him to stop. I don't want him to start second-guessing this just because I might have been a virgin or something stupidly noble like that. So I try to swallow down most of the pain and pretend it didn't happen.


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