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I am a-okay with that.
Chapter 22
James
“Shh, I’m having fun,” she says in a mock-serious tone. She drags one finger up the thick vein underneath my shaft and I groan deeply. She smiles playfully as her strokes become more sure, her grip tightening. I have to hold myself back from thrusting into her small, soft hand. I look down and I can see her fingertips barely able to touch around my girth, and feel a sinful satisfaction when she has to use her other hand to have a firmer hold on me.
I watch reverently as she moves herself between my legs and continues her exploration. I buck when she moves to cup my balls, and she smiles wickedly. Maintaining unwavering eye contact, she lowers herself until the tip of her tongue brushes my cock.
I almost lose it right there, knowing that I’m defiling this sweet, angelic woman, and that she craves it. Cravesme. She keeps licking in small swipes around my thick shaft, using her hands in tandem to torment me. She looks nervous as she pullsback for a moment, considering, before she leans forward and takes the whole head in her mouth.
Holy fucking shit.
My head falls back, growling as I hold back from fucking her mouth. Her hot, wet, perfectly pink mouth. She bobs lightly, trying to fit more of me into her, but if she keeps going like this I’m going to come in her mouth.
Waking up from the best dream I’ve ever had is almost the worst moment of my life until I realize that someone is tucked into my side. Her gentle breathing has a soothing rhythm. She broke the rules and fell asleep here. I’m not about to call her on it though. I sit and watch her for a while, mesmerized by the peacefulness of the scene before I make myself move. I’m as careful as I can be, pulling myself out of bed. I drag the comforter up to cover Stella’s shoulders, and she burrows her way deeper in her sleep.
Goddamn, she’s cute.I sneak out of my room and head straight to the coffee maker.
That outfit she pulled out for me yesterday floored me, then she proceeded to wear me out. Her tiny body somehow holds enough energy to fuck me into next week. For someone who recently started having sex, she has dived right into the deep end.
A grin tugs at my lips as I remember how eager she was last night, how receptive to anything I tried with her. She really is a little drop of sunshine and energy.
I sit at the kitchen table and set my phone down, waiting for the other reason I got up so early. Every Sunday morning, my dad calls to talk business and asks when I’m going to finally ‘get my head out of my ass and take the opportunity he’s handing me.’ I’m not ungrateful, it is a massive opportunity, but bile still gathers in the back of my throat, curling around the excuses I mentally start preparing.
I only have to wait a moment for the harsh ring to cut through the silence.
Always anally on time…I think to myself as I answer.
“Hey Dad.”
“Son,” he starts, “have you reviewed the emails I’ve been sending you? Quarterly reports, plans?”
“Yeah.” It made me nauseous, but I did go through them. Most of them anyway. Well, some of them.
Okay, I made it through the first few pages.
“Don’t lie to me. It’s unbecoming,” Dad snarls. He’s never been one for patience. It killed him that I didn’t jump on this job the second he decided to give it to me years ago. He thinks he should have been grooming me for it all this time and he’s playing catch up now. “Make sure you’ve gone through it all before Christmas. There are a few things related that we need to discuss.”
“Really? On Christmas?” I wish I could be disappointed, but this is typical for him. “Can’t you leave it for one day?”
“Business doesn’t take a day off, James.” It literally does, but whatever. “Besides, it’ll just be the three of us. We may as well take advantage of our time.”
I wonder if I can get a new identity before the holidays?
“May I speak to him, dear?” I hear my mothers voice rattle through the phone. Despite her hoity-toity appearance now, she can’t hide the fact that she smoked a pack a day until she met Dad. “Hello darling,” she coos. “I know we wanted to keep ourChristmas intimate this year,” which is code forrefused to ask Nessa to come, “but we think you should bring your new friend.”
“New friend?” I ask as sweat gathers down my spine.
“Yes, that girl who’s been keeping you all to herself.” I can hear my dad sputter on the other end while I go pale.
“Who are you talking about?” I ask, playing dumb.
“That little blonde thing you’ve been trotting around with. Stella, I believe her name is?” I can perfectly visualize the sneer my mom is wearing right now, and righteous indignation boils inside of me.
“Why do you know about her?” I grit through my teeth.
“Darling, you’re smarter than that. Surely you’ve figured out we prefer to keep an eye on things, make sure everyone is…behaving.”
