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“Yeah,” he fairly pants, because he knows what’s coming.
I brush my lips against his ear. “Is there somewhere we can be alone? You’re not he only one who can’t concentrate.” Looking at him from beneath the veil of my lashes, I tighten my thighs around his hips. “I need Daddy.”
His inhale is ragged. “Daddy needs you, too.” With a hard swallow, he looks back over his shoulder at Garrett. Or at least that’s what I assume, because I can’t see anything but the giant man who is holding me like a fragile doll. “Point me toward a room with a lock, man, and don’t say a fucking word about it.”
Garrett swallows a smile. “Up the stairs, first door on the left.”
“Yeah.”
I tuck my head under Eric’s chin and listen to his heart slam while he charges up the stairs, turns and ducks beneath the doorframe of a dark room. There’s no light to register my surroundings and I wouldn’t have bothered anyway, because I’m suddenly sandwiched between a hungry beast and the door—and he’s chomping at the bit to get me naked.
Good thing I’m already halfway there.
Chapter 11
Eric
Someone arrest me because I ammolestingMarlow’s mouth.
Her insane thighs are around my hips, my cock pinning her to the door while we make out, my tongue destroying her perfect mouth, smearing that lipstick she was wearing all over her cheeks and chin, I’m sure. I’m almost dreading my eyes adjusting to the light, because I’m pretty positive that if I see her slick body in that fucking dress again, I’m going to soak my jeans with jizz. And Icannotdo that, because she needs my ejaculate like a prescribed medication. I still can’t believe this is my reality. I’m never going to get used to this angel begging for me to bust in her mouth. Or her pussy.Ever.
Plain and simple, I’m a madman for Marlow.
I wake up horny for her and fall asleep the same way.
On the way to the party tonight, I stopped at the pharmacy to buy a pregnancy test, even though it’s way too soon to find out if she’s having my baby. I just want to know so badly. I want to know if she’s got my child in her stomach or if I have to keep trying.
One thing is for sure, I’ll be fucking her brains out, either way.
That’s all I can think about. Every second. Every hour.
Fucking the love of my life.
Being with her without a time limit.
Without worrying she’s going to be forced to break up with me or leave the school or a thousand other possibilities I won’t be able to live with. But I’m not going to worry about any of that right now. I can’t. I can’t, because I’m ripping the straps of her dress down to her waist, letting those perky little tits breathe, and I throw her higher against the door, tonguing them hungrily, molding her hips in my hands while I pull on her nipples with noisy suckles, her legs kicking around, wanting to get back around my hips.
Finally, I let them, just long enough to give her some friction against her pussy, listen to her moan for it, before I haul her off the door, turning, searching for a bed in the room with my newly adjusted eyesight. There. I’ve barely laid her down on the cool comforter when I’m tearing her panties off and getting down on my belly, starved for the sweetness of her cunt. I haven’t tasted it since the parking lot on Tuesday and it’s a constant craving.
I satisfy it now, rolling her nipples in my palm while I lick high and low along that seeping valley, collecting wetness and using it to tongue fuck her while she wiggles around sobbing. She needs dick bad, so I rush to get my fill, plunging my tongue into her tight hole a few more times, dragging the fingers of my right hand downward from her tit to tickle her clit, teasing it with too light strokes until she’s ripping at the comforter.
“Eric.Eric.”
“I know,” I rasp, nuzzling my face in the juicy heaven of her pussy, while I unfasten my jeans, my bulky shaft hanging heavy between my thighs while I kiss my way up her superb little body,vibrating with the knowledge that I’m going to be inside of her again soon. And she doesn’t mind getting wailed on. “It’s time for your fuck. I’m coming, baby.”
Lust grips me by the lungs when she rolls over onto her stomach beneath me, lifting her smooth ass cheeks and jiggling them against my erection. “I read that you can get deeper in this position.”
“Oh my God,” I pant, begging my balls not to erupt. “You want it doggy style?”
“Whatever gets the most come inside me,” she whispers earnestly, sliding her knees up beneath her, keeping her cheek pressed to the bed and lifting her ass high. “Pound me, Daddy. Feed me.”
I never foresaw myself as a man who could devolve into a sexual frenzy, but then again, I never expected Marlow. Never expected this young, virginal goddess to appear out of thin air and have an obsession with my sperm. If I’d been asked a week ago to describe a perfect fantasy, I couldn’t have come close to this girl being bent over in front of me, whimpering for a fresh load, so wet that all I need to do is position myself behind her and cram my engorged cock inside of her, groaning out of necessity at the ceiling as she lets me sink in, her delicate walls stretching to grant me passage.
“Christ, I still can’t believe you fit me,” I push through my teeth, that final inch sinking home. “What did I do to deserve a little girl that can take my thick twelve, huh?” Following instinct, I raise my palm and spank her perky ass. Five times, each smack firmer than the last, the slaps sending a hot reverberation through my cock. “Goddamn, you’ve got my balls in fucking knots all day, baby.”
“Loosen them,” she whispers seductively, working her hips side to side. “No need to be gentle about it.”
Christ. Christ.
