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A growl rolls up my throat and I fight the urge to thrust into her mouth. “Go on,” I murmur.

Her hot mouth closes over my shaft and I swear for a moment that I may pass out. My fingers thread into her hair, and I force my eyes to stay open to watch her head bobbing up and down intently.

She takes me in her mouth as far as she can, and every time she returns to the head, her tongue rolls around it, making me groan.

I push my hips toward her, dying to get myself further, not stopping until I can feel the back of her throat. She gags around me, but doesn’t move as I hold myself there, looking up at me with watery eyes.

“Fuck, sweetheart that’s so good. I knew you could handle me,” I praise, stroking her cheek as I slowly pull back, letting her catch her breath.

She pants as I pull out, licking her lips before wrapping them back around me again eagerly. She hollows out her cheeks and sucks me into her mouth like a fucking Hoover.

I try not to pull her pretty hair too hard as I squeeze it in my fingers, but it is so damn hard. I love getting head like any man does, but getting it from Selah is a whole other level I’ve never experienced before. And I know it’s because of what she means to me beyond the physical attraction we share.

Her nails press into one of my thighs and I realize that she has felt so amazing that I didn’t even feel the sharpness imbedding into my skin this entire time. She’s loving this almost as much as I am, and I would bet money that her sweet little pussy is wet all over again.

“Fuck, I’m going to come, sweetheart. You want it?” I groan, rubbing her hair. I twist my jaw, weighing my next words before finally saying them.

“You want Daddy to put it down your throat?”

Her eyes light on fire and she moans deeply, the feeling vibrating up my shaft. I’m a fucking goner.

My body tenses and I steady myself from falling over as I start to come. A string of expletives leave my mouth as she hungrily drinks me down.

“Don’t swallow it all,” I grit out, pulling out of her mouth. I lean down and tuck my hands under her arms, lifting her up to her feet. I tilt her chin up, my eyes fixed on hers.

“Open. Let me see it, little girl,” I demand.

Her nostrils flare, and she slowly opens her mouth revealing my cum inside of it. My cock twitches as if it’s ready for a new round, and I push on her chin to close her mouth. “That’s a good girl. Swallow it now,” I say hoarsely.

Her mouth closes and she swallows, then licks her lips, smiling at me wickedly.

Who would have thought that my sweet little Selah likes to play so naughty?

Satisfied, I pick her up bridal style and bring her over to my bed. “Bedtime, sweetheart.”

She yawns and quickly tries to cover it, making me chuckle. “I’m not that tired,” she protests softly as I lay her down. “Let’s watch something together.”

I pull the sheets up over her, admiring her gorgeous curves one more time before I cover them. “Ok, we can watch something for a little while,” I agree, giving her a kiss. I turn the tv on, and get in bed with her, dragging her closer to me.

Despite her request to watch something, she falls asleep in just a few minutes, drifting off as I stare at her and wonder how I can ever possibly live far away from her ever again.

31

Selah

After a blissful weekend at the Kade cabin, I felt like a new woman.

On Sunday, Beckett asked me to spend the day with them again, even though my stay had already been extended longer than I expected. We spent most of the day in the backyard, and I read my Kindle while Dragana did some crocheting, and Beckett played with Edison.

It was such a peaceful day, and every time I looked at Beckett my mind kept drifting off to all of the private time we spent together, and what an amazing ability he has to make my body explode.

I’ve never had a man understand me emotionally, or physically the way Beckett does. Even though the sexual chemistry between us is incredible, I didn’t miss the look of adoration in his eyes during our intimate time together that told me he truly treasures me for more than just my body.

I felt refreshed and ready to start a new week after being with him, feeling like I was floating on an untouchable cloud.

It’s the last week of school in Upwood, and there are lots of things to complete for my students, and activities going on in ourlittle elementary school. I spend my days focusing on wrapping up our math, reading, and getting the kids final assessments completed.

Beckett checks in on me every day while I’m working to see if I’ve had my lunch, and see how my day is going. I look forward to his sweet messages, and I love that he shows me how much he cares even when we aren’t together.

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