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She sighed. “My parents divorced when I was eight. My father wasn’t around after that. I don’t have any brothers orsisters, so not really any kind of family. I want a husband and babies. Lots of babies so I can shower them with love.”
Fuck me.
Sure, my dick pulsed at the idea of filling her with all those babies, but her words were heartbreaking. She didn’t want to be alone. She wanted to be loved.
The fuckin’ librarian went to her graduation?
I didn’t know who her parents were, but both of them weren’t just selfish assholes, but idiots, too, for not seeing how amazing Ellie was. She’d get that huge-ass family from me. No question my brothers would be excited to have another sister, Lainey would be beside herself with another girl in the family and thrilled she wouldn’t be alone any longer when fighting her brothers. My parents were going to love Ellie.
I was going to love her. And all the babies we were going to start making as soon as fuckin’ possible. Now that I knew this was her dream, I’d make it come true.
“There’s nothing wrong with wanting that,” I said finally, kissing the top of her head. “Nothing at all.”
10
ELLIE
I fell asleep.
I must have because the last thing I remember was talking about school and how much I hated it, but that it was a necessity to get a good job. Then I’d admitted to what I really wanted in life. No one had ever asked me what I dreamed of being. Or doing.
Not once.
Mrs. Ramirez had helped me figure out the best path to success, which wasn’t the same as my dream.
Trig hadn’t laughed at the idea. Didn’t tell me it was stupid or anti-feminist or whatever wanting to be a stay-at-home mom and have a big family. He’d listened and held me as we watched a movie and I felt safe. Desired. Wanted.
Verywanted because I woke up with Trig’s head between my thighs. My hand was on top of his head and his beard was brushing my sensitive skin.
I was close to coming and I just woke up. “Trig!”
“There’s my good girl,” he crooned, lifting his head enough to give me a sexy smile.
That beard? Glistening and wet. From me.
I tried to close my legs because no one had ever been down there before. He could see everything! Feel it… on his tongue.
“Trig, what are you–oh my God!”
My fingers curled in his thick hair, holding him in place when he took my clit into his mouth and gave it little sucks. Then I tugged because it felt amazing. I had no idea.
He groaned.
“We shouldn’t be… this isn’t… anyone could… do I smell funny or–”
“If you’re talking like that, then I’m not doing a good enough job of licking this tight little pussy.” He lifted his head, his gaze narrowed. It was as if I’d insulted him or something.
“Trig, I… I’ve never–”
“You have now. And you’re going to come because that’s what my good girl does. She comes all over her man’s face.”
“Oh.”
His hands went to my thighs and he pushed them wider and back and he licked me from–oh my God–ass to clit. Then he went at it. Eating my pussy as if he were starved. “I could stay here all fuckin’ day,” he growled.
A finger got involved and I forgot my own name. My hips rolled, but I couldn’t move far. Trig controlled everything.
When I came, my back arched, and my toes curled. I screamed because I’d never felt an orgasm like that. Mind blowing.
