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I couldn’t help wondering exactly how sheltered she was if she was twenty-one and had never given a blowjob before. Then every thought beyond absolute pleasure fell out of my mind as she slipped my length between her silky lips.

Reaching out, I gently brushed back her hair, ignoring the urge to grip the back of her head. My low groan echoed around the small room. My hips shifted, helping her take more of my length into her soft, wet mouth.

After a few minutes, Sasha fell into a smooth tempo, working her hands and mouth together as she covered every inch of my length.

My thickness prevented her from pulling me very deep, but her quick little hands more than made up for it. Her sweetly expressive eyes twinkled as my angel realized she was doing a good job.

Her quick tongue, her warm breath, moving against me steadily, drove me straight to the end of the line.

As my cock began to twitch, my balls tightening, I choked, “Baby, if you don’t want to swallow…”

Instantly she worked me over harder, faster, knowing what was about to happen. I couldn’t stop my hands from fisting the back of her hair, plunging between her lips faster, as I growled, “Angel.”

Coming down her throat while staring into those huge, innocent eyes was the most deviant and satisfying moment of my entire existence. Releasing my grip instantly, I caught my breath as she swallowed hard, licking her lips as she sat back on her heels.

“That was incredible, baby. Come here.”

I fell sideways onto the bed, as Sasha cuddled up in front of me. Stroking her hair back, I was lost in those beautiful soft eyes.

“You mean so much to me, Sasha,” I slowly. “I know that I’m difficult, and strange, and doing some things completely out of order. Please just trust me. I’m going to be a good man for you, I swear.”

Her eyes became slightly glassy as she blinked hard several times.

“Don’t get teary on me, baby,” I smiled, kissing across her forehead, then down her nose. “Don’t I make you happy?”

She nodded, brushing her lips against mine. “Yes.”

I heard the faint sound of a car door closing. Then another one. “Your parents are home,” I said quickly.

We jumped up, as she pulled on her wet bikini, and I jumped back into my clothes. Opening the pool house door a crack, I could see that the kitchen light wasn’t on yet, so they were probably still in the foyer.

“I’m so sorry, baby, but–”

“Go,” she hissed. “Call me later.”

As I darted to the house, sneaking around the side in the shadows, I heard her slip back into the pool. Leaving her so suddenly was jarring, and made me feel like a criminal, through and through.

My car was parked at the end of the street, and I made it there without being seen. Driving home quickly, I called Sasha as soon as I was sprawled across my living room couch.

“Hello?” I could tell from the tone of her voice she knew it was me.

“I’m sorry about that,” I said. “ I need a little more time before I meet your parents.”

“That’s okay,” she said lightly. “I certainly don’t want to get into it with them yet either.”

“Do you think they’ll have a problem with you being with an older man?”

“I honestly don’t know,” she said thoughtfully. “I’d like to hope that they’d mind their own business about it, but you never…” I heard a faint noise, then, “Gotta go.”

I was relieved that she was fine with avoiding parental complications for now. Since we were going to be dealin

g with much more than an age gap issue, I had to bide my time until I knew that she would truly fight to be with me.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

* Sasha *

Saturday, I was still a whirlwind of emotions from Oakley’s visit the previous night. That had been...overwhelming. Stunning. Magical.

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