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Her hand reached back, grabbing my hair with a surprising force that made my dick throb even harder. She slowed her hips, letting her upper body collapse onto the counter, panting and laughing.

“Oh my God, that was fucking incredible,” she breathed out.

“Your ass is fucking incredible, baby. Now come sit on my cock.” I stroked myself as I stood up, palming her ass and giving it a light tap, waiting for her to take what we both needed.

She turned and pushed me towards the couch, then shoved me down on my ass once we reached it.God, she’s fucking amazing.She widened her legs to hover on top of me and then quickly sat on my cock, gasping as she inched herself in deeper. Her full tits bounced in my face as she rode me, moving faster and faster, and I knew I was close to exploding as she tilted her head back, her hands gripping my thighs for support.

“You still want my cum in your throat, baby?” I said between hitched breaths.

“Yes, Daddy,” she moaned, her hips continuing to grind on me.

I kissed her before I lifted her up and sat her on her knees. I stood up and stroked myself in front of her full lips.

“Please. I need your cum.” She smiled and opened her mouth wide.

That’s all it took—I grabbed the back of her head and shoved my cock in her mouth, my load shooting directly into her throat. I refused to let my eyes close with pleasure as I watched her take my load, her gaze never leaving mine.

She moaned and smiled before my cock ever left her mouth.

“Fuck, baby. I need to make you my wife,” I joked as I pulled out of her mouth.

She stood up, her lips still slick with my cum, and kissed me deeply.

“Let’s do it. I’m yours.”

11

Sloane

I knew Callan was joking about making me his wife, but I wanted to make him sweat for a minute. He’d put me through the wringer so many times, I figured it was my turn.

“Let’s go tomorrow,” I said, widening my eyes dramatically. “We can fly to Vegas and elope. No one has to know.”

His brows furrowed, and I could see the flicker of fear on his face. I couldn’t hold it in—I burst out laughing, collapsing onto the couch.

“You fucking terrify me, baby.” He laughed, grabbing my legs and kneeling in front of the couch.

He pulled me close, kissing me with that familiar passion, then effortlessly lifted me up and carried me to his bed.

Naturally, sleep was impossible. I was too excited just being around Callan, spending the night in his apartment like a real adult…like his real girlfriend.

As he lay next to me, sleeping peacefully, I quietly got up and wandered into the living room. I turned on the small light above the oven and began moving around, opening cabinets and peeking into the boxes we hadn’t unpacked yet. One box caught my attention—it had a few pictures inside. I pulled out one of my dad and Callan, younger, standing side by side in their Navy uniforms. A tug pulled at my heart as I finally started to understand what Callan must be feeling.

He and my dad had been through so much together. Dad said he didn’t trust anyone else to look after me. And now here I was, throwing myself at Callan while he wrestled with his conflicting emotions—betraying my dad or being with me. Guilt washed over me, but my feelings for Callan ran deeper than anything else. Wouldn’t Dad understand that I…holy shit, that I love him?

The realization hit me like a tidal wave. I’d never loved anyone the way I loved Callan. Sure, I was young, but how had I found someone as intriguing, intelligent, and undeniably hot as him? The physical attraction was overwhelming, but it was the deeper pull toward him that I couldn’t fully comprehend.

I gently placed the photo back in the box and slipped quietly back into bed, wrapping my arm around him snugly. My fingers traced soft circles on his chest and stomach, and I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

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I woke to the sound of the shower running in the nearby bathroom. Blinking my eyes open, I realized the sun was already high in the sky. I reached for my phone on the nightstand—10:45 a.m. I quickly hopped out of bed, grinning at the thought of catching a glimpse of a naked, wet Callan.

Quietly, I pulled back the shower curtain and found him withhis back to me, his gorgeous ass on full display as he stroked himself with a steady rhythm.

“Excuse me, I think that’s my job,” I announced loudly, making Callan jump and spin around, startled.

“Fuck, baby. You scared me.” He laughed, letting go of his cock.

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