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He’d saved me.
I really, really wanted him to show me how to be his good girl. I was curious. Starved for the attention. Maybe I could use this time, this snowstorm to fill the well of loneliness so when I did leave, I’d have memories. I’d have been craved. I’d have been seen.
I’d havefelt.
I’d survived being abandoned and neglected by my own flesh and blood. I could survive when this thing with Trig was over. Until then… I could take what I wanted.
“Okay,” I whispered.
He took that quiet assent and shifted me so my back was to his front and I straddled his thighs.
Then he parted his knees. Wider, then wider still. That spread my legs with no way to close them.
Wait. Oh shit. “Trig!”
My hand went to the bottom hem of his sweatshirt. I could feel the air on my bare pussy, but I was still covered.
“Shh,” he whispered, his mouth right at my ear. “Easy.”
He gently gripped my wrist and tucked my hand into the front pouch of the hoodie. “Put your other hand in there, too.”
When I did, he gave me more of that praise. I took a breath, let it out. Then another.
“That’s my good girl. Now keep them in there.” His fingers went to the hem of his hoodie and slowly drew it up over my thighs, the touch of his fingertips leaving goosebumps on the way.
Within seconds, I was exposed.
“Fuck, sugar. Perfect.”
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Holy fucking shit,she really was perfect. Prettiest pussy I’d ever seen. A neatly trimmed thatch of dark hair couldn’t hide the plump, full lips of her sex. They were the prettiest dusky pink and while they might not be dainty, they’d wrap around my dick so well. More of her to feel, inside and out. Her clit wasn’t hidden, but at the top of those thick folds.
“You a virgin, sugar? You that kind of good girl?”
She bit her lip. Her breaths were shallow and she was skittish. Nervous. She offered me a little nod of her head.
Fuck. Now I really was going to come in my pants. I’d get her cherry? Be the only man toevertouch her?
“We’re going to change that. Soon.”
I set my hand on her thigh and she startled. I slid it up slowly until I cupped her pussy, hot and wet against my palm.
“Trig,” she whispered, trying to close her legs. I widened my feet a little further.
Her head rested on my shoulder and my face leaned into her silky hair. Breathed in her scent. “Just a little finger fuck for now.”
She shook her head. “I shouldn’t–”
“Mygood girl, remember? You made all this honey for me. So I could slide my middle finger into you and–”
“Trig!” she cried, arching her back.
Fuck, she was wet and so fucking snug. Her walls rippled and clenched…and I was only in to the first knuckle.
“Ever come before?” I asked.
