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“Holy shit,” I gasp as I watch myself leak out of her. “I’m pretty sure that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
She cries out as I drag my fingers through my cum and push it back inside her.
“Sensitive, babe?”
“Uh-huh.”
“You could come again though, couldn’t you?”
She nods.
“My greedy little whore.”
Pushing my fingers deeper, I curl them to find her G-spot.
“Oh god.”
“Give me another one, then I’ll carry you to the shower and clean you up myself.”
In only a few short minutes, she’s clamping down on my fingers, her body convulsing on top of my bed, my name like a plea on her lips.
I’m hard as fuck again as I do as promised.
I turn the water on, wait for it to heat with her head resting on my shoulder, and then step us both under it.
“You did so good, babe. Such a good girl for me.”
She whimpers at my praise.
“Can you stand?”
She shakes her head, and I chuckle.
“Let me clean you up, then I’m going to tuck you into my bed.”
“Mmm.”
Lowering her to her feet, her knees thankfully hold out, and I make quick work of washing her hair—with her brand of shampoo I bought a while ago to ensure I was prepared for this night— and then I clean up her body before wrapping her in a big fluffy towel and carrying her back to my bed.
“Tonight was amazing,” she tells me sleepily. “Thank you. For everything.”
“Babe,” I say, dropping my towel and falling onto the bed beside her. “Trust me, it was my pleasure,” I say, rolling over and tugging her into my side.
“I love you, Lincoln Storm,” she mumbles.
“I love you, too, Parker Donnelly.”
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Iwake the next morning, happy and sore.
Linc’s arm is resting heavily over my stomach, and my skin tingles with his attention.
“I know you’re awake, pretty girl,” he whispers, letting me know I’m right. He’s watching me sleep again.
“You’re a bit of a creep, aren’t you, Storm?” I accuse without opening my eyes.
