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She shouts as she comes, her legs locking around me, her chest heaving.
She goes limp beneath me, her eyes fluttering shut.I kiss her mouth while tugging her shirt up and exposing her soft tummy.Then I unbutton my fly and take out my dick.
Her eyes pop open.“What are you doing?”
“Taking my own relief.”
“That’s not fair—you made me dry-hump you like a teenager, and you get to jerk yourself off?”
“Just like a teenager would do,” I say.“Except I’m going to come all over you, little girl.”
I love the way she watches me while I jack my hand up and down my cock, allowing the pre-come to lubricate my movements.Ella’s eyes are wide and dark, her mouth parted slightly.I know exactly what it feels like to have those pretty lips wrapped around me, and the suction of her mouth.
My orgasm is sudden and swift, a blaze of pleasure that shoots through my body and out through my cock.Streams of come spurt over Ella’s stomach, white and sticky.
“Wait here,” I say.“I’ll be right back.”
I pull my pants up and grab some wet paper towels from the kitchen, which I bring back to clean up the filthy, perfect mess I’ve made over her.
When I return to the living room, though, Ella’s holding her phone and frowning at it.
“What’s up?”I ask as I wipe up my come.Goosebumps form on her skin.I should’ve waited for hot water rather than using cold.
“Sebastian shared my video,” she says, her lips twisting into a frown.
“That’s a bad thing?”
“I asked him not to.”
I wonder why he would go against what she asked.It’s unlike Bash to do something like that.“It’s best to just talk to him about it,” I say.“I’m sure there was a good reason.Or if he fucked up, he’ll apologize.”
She sighs.“I guess so.I’ll ask him about it next time I see him.”
“Sounds like a plan.”I kiss her forehead and lean back in bed, powering on my tablet to scroll through the news because I’m not tired yet, but I don’t want to leave her side.
After Ella drifts off to sleep, my phone sounds with a text.I grab it quickly, hoping it might be an update on Kristin.
Instead, it’s a text from Joel.
Dad.We need to talk.
The last time I saw him, angry words were exchanged.I don’t know if I can forgive him for the way he treated Ella.
But, he’s my son.Underneath all of my anger, all of my disappointment, all of my self-blame and my own guilt in neglecting his upbringing, there’s still love in my heart for him.
I can meet you for coffee tomorrow morning.9, around the corner from the office.
He texts back right away.I’ll be there.
Eight
Kingston
Ella rolls over and sits up when I get out of the shower.“Good morning.”
“Morning, beautiful,” I say.
She eyes me, her gaze raking over my bare chest to the towel I’ve wrapped around my waist.
