Page 5 of Keeping Her Safe

"How'd you know where my room was?" she asks.

"You told me," I lie.

"Oh. Did I also tell you that you made my pussy wet?"

"No, you didn't." My voice is gravelly and rough, wanting nothing more than to drag that blanket off of her and get a long look at her wet pussy.

"Hey, Darius?"

“Yeah, baby?" I smirk. There's no way she’ll remember this

conversation.

"You made my pussy wet," she says, giggling. "Very wet and achy." She's snoring again in the next heartbeat. Shit.

I leave her room quickly and book it down to my truck. Driving home is a must right now. As soon as I am in the door, I have my hand wrapped around my throbbing cock, jerking it to the sight of her lying in bed, staring up at me with ‘fuck me’ eyes. I have never been with a woman, but I want that and more from Stacey.

Sweet, sinful Stacey. She's definitely out to kill me, but what a way to go.

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