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My inexperienced, sweet girl. “I want you to sit on my face and ride it, baby.”

Her lips parted with a smile. “Okay,” she responded shyly.

I laid on my back and pulled her on top of me, eager to get her sweet pussy in my mouth. Her gaze darted around before settling back on me, her uncertainty slowly melting away. She positioned her knees on either side of my head, inching closer. I grabbed her full ass with both hands, gripping tightly as I pulled her down, eager for the taste of her. When she finally pressed her warm, perfect pussy against my mouth and began to grind, it was like she already knew exactly what to do, moving with confidence that sent a thrill through me. I held onto her thighs, not wanting to touch myself for fear of coming too quickly; if I had to, I’d come just by looking at her. I went between sticking my tongue far into her wet pussy to teasing her clit with quick motions. I watched her on top of me with her tits jiggling and her mouth parted, her eyes closed with pleasure. Her thighs began to tremble under my hands and her soft moans made it clear she was about to come. I moaned, the sound rumbling through me and into her. Her response was immediate—a loud, breathy whimper escaping her lips as her hips slowed. She let her hands fall to the ground above my head, her body trembling as she rode the high of her release.

“Oh my God,” she cried out, quickening her hips again, chasing another orgasm.

She came again, her loud cries filling the air, and in that moment, I knew—her riding my face was my new favorite thing. Watching her lose herself in the pleasure I was giving her, the way her body responded to my mouth, made my cock throb painfully. It was thrilling, knowing I could bring her to that edge over and over.

“Fuck me now, Daddy,” she whispered, sliding down my body, her wetness leaving a trail on my shirt.

I looked up at her with a grin. “Why don’t you hop on my cock, baby?”

She smiled back, then took hold of my cock and guided herself onto me, wasting no time as she began grinding fast. Her pussy wrapped around me, taking every inch like she’d fucking mastered it. Her moans told me she was close again, and I wanted to take her pleasure even further. I wet my finger with my mouth, then reached around her, teasing her ass gently. I eased just the tip in, barely applying pressure, and her eyes shot open, wide with surprise as her hips stilled.

“This okay, baby?” I asked, unsure if I was pushing too far.

“Yes, fuck! Keep going,” she demanded, grinding down on me even harder.

I pushed my finger further into her, feeling the tight heat of her body as she moved faster on my cock. I was so fucking close but I needed my baby to come first.

“Oh, God. Yes. Yes! I’m coming,” she moaned, her voice breathless and shaking, and that was all it took. I finally let go, groaning as I came inside her, my grunts mixing with her sweet cries of release.

Her body collapsed onto mine, and I gently pulled my finger from her ass, trying to catch my breath.

“Please, please fuck my ass next time,” she whispered into my ear, her voice a mixture of exhaustion and desire.

I chuckled, hugging her tight against my chest. “As you wish, baby.”

We spent the rest of the night watchingHarvey, eating pizza, and snuggling close. Sloane draped her leg over mine as I pulled the blanket over us, holding her tight, knowing I never wanted to let her go.

13

Sloane

My parents got back the next day, long after I’d already returned home and showered. Callan kept his distance, probably paranoid we’d be caught if we so much as crossed paths within fifty feet of each other. The rooftop date he planned had been perfect—everything from the sex to the movie to the cool spring night air. I wasn’t sure how he could possibly top that.

Mom was in the living room with me, working on her laptop. I sat with a new Sara Cate book in my hands, but I couldn’t focus on the words. My thoughts kept drifting back to Callan—his full, pouty lips, his hard, tattooed body, and his perfect, hard…

I snapped the book shut and grabbed my phone. Callan had to be nearby—his job was to literally protect me around the clock.

Hi. I miss you.

His response came instantly.I miss you too, baby. What are you doing?

I glanced up at my mom, still engrossed in her work, completely unaware of my distraction.

Reading, but I’d rather be making out with you.I bit my lip, smiling as I hit send.

“How was your night out with James?” My mom’s voice pulled me out of my Callan daydream.

“It was fine. He was nice, but…” I shrugged.But he’s no Callan.

Mom smiled softly and tilted her head. “Then who are you texting?” she asked, her tone casual.

I blinked, caught off guard. I hadn’t expected that question.

“Taylor,” I lied smoothly. Taylor had been my best friend back in New York.

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