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Her breath hitches as I work down her ass, and when her heavy breaths turn to pants, I slide one fingertip inside her asshole and past her muscled barrier. A strangled sound leaves her, and I revel in it. She’s turned on, and now I make it my mission to make her come. With one hand thumbing over her clit and pumping a finger inside her pussy, I use my other hand to play with her ass, sliding my digit in and out of her tight hole.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Come undone for me.”
Her pussy clenches me, and the feeling is incredible. To have this power, this dominance over her is something else; she’s mine to care for, mine to protect, my girl.
“Such a good girl.” I place another kiss on her neck, then nip at her flesh, delighting in the knowledge I’m marking her. She combusts in the palm of my hand. Her head is thrown back, her moan of pleasure pure electric.
Her pussy clamps down around my finger, her ass tightens too, and her fingernails are bound to leave small crescent marks on my skin that I’ll wear with pride.
I caused that reaction, that beautiful, magnificent reaction.
I did that.
Me.
As she slowly comes down from her orgasm, I slip my fingers out of her, and her body droops.
I’m torn between getting in the tub with her or getting her out. I opt for the latter. “Shall we get you out of here?”
She nods as if in a daze, and I can’t help but smile at her stupefied state.
My tongue thickens at the water and suds cascading downher tits and into the tub. Fuck me, she’s incredible. “I don’t like the thought of my cum being washed away.” I shake my head. “I’ll just make sure to fill you up again later. Come on.” I grab a towel off the rail and hold it out for her. “Come on. You’ve had a shitty day. Let me take care of you.”
SUMMER
He’s surprisingly delicate as he combs through my hair, each tender stroke of his fingertips sending a wave of anticipation through me. I sit cross-legged on the bed, and his solid chest radiates heat, making me feel completely secure in his arms.
All thoughts of being self-conscious around Mase have been obliterated, along with the thoughts of me selling my virginity to him having been replaced with affection and, dare I say it, almost loving care.
I always thought I would feel inadequate if I saw him again, putting him on a pedestal of being too good for me, too manly, but there’s something endearing about him. Something vulnerable he doesn’t like to expose, and I can’t help but wonder if his father had a hand in his insecurities, or if it was someone else.
I’ve never paid attention to Jeff’s tirades whenever he vaguely mentioned his blood son. According to him, he wasn’t fit to receive the family name. Of course, I never believed a word the man uttered. The vitriol that left him on a daily basis had become like oil, sliding away with ease, but now I’m curious as to why he felt that way to begin with.
“Did you and your father have a falling out?”
“You could say that.”
I tip my head to glance over my shoulder, and his lips spread into a huge smile I find myself mirroring.
“We never got along. He was an abusive bastard to my mom.”
My stomach coils as he recounts his childhood.
“She tried to leave him so many times.” He shakes his head. “One day, we tried fleeing, and she was in such a frantic state.” He swallows, and I feel the emotion in his tone. “She panicked, and we hit the curb on a freeway. It caused a huge wreck, and it created a pileup. My mom and two others died at the scene.”
I jolt in his embrace, my heart plummeting.
“Mase, I’m so sorry.” I wrap my arms around his neck and cling to him.
“The necklace I wear, the ring on it, was my mother’s. I never want to be without a part of her. She was my everything, and I’ll never forgive my father for his ill treatment of us. He cheated on her so many times, and it broke her, Sum. I hated him for it.”
My naked chest is against the fabric of his T-shirt, and the beat of his heart pounds against me so strongly it’s like I’ve become a part of him too.
I never want to live another day without feeling him against me either. His strength, his dominance, and his control. I want to feel safe in his arms forever while he shows me the man I know he can be.
But that’s not how my story is going to end; I know it already. My plan was decided a long time ago, beforeIndulgencewas offered to me to get me the hell out of here, and now, there’s no going back.
A sob leaves my throat, and I wish I could take it back. I wish I could be stronger for him. To be the person he needs me to be, to allow him to lean on me in this moment. But knowing what I know, the thought of never holding himagain has my emotions bleeding out of me like a gaping wound I’m unable to mend.
