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Once she had it open, she had my t-shirt fisted in her hand, and was hauling me in.

The moment we were both behind a closed door, she flipped the lock, she did something that she hasn’t done before.

She leaned up, pressed a deep kiss on my lips… and then she dropped to her knees.

My belt was the first thing she undid.

The button on my jeans.

And last, my boxers were lowered.

My already hard cock sprang forward.

…And when she swirled her tongue around the head of my cock, I was fucking lost.

“Have you ever done this before?” I asked behind gritted teeth.

She released my cock just long enough to say, “No.”

And before I could open my mouth to guide her… I knew I shouldn’t have worried.

Because just like everything with my Birdie, she didn’t need any instructions.

I was also feeling like a teenager again with his first woman because I swear to Christ with just a few more sucks, and a couple flicks of her tongue, I was about ready to fucking blow.

“Baby girl, if you don’t want me to come in your mouth, need you to let go, and I’ll come somewhere else.”

That didn’t deter her, not in the slightest.

And then, one more swirl of her tongue, my hand was gripping the back her head to keep her in place, my balls tightened, and then, I was shooting my cum down her throat.

My cock jerked and pulsed, and my Birdie moaned at the taste as she licked my cock and got every last drop, she could manage.

Once she was done, she carefully placed my cock back in my boxers, buttoned my jeans, zipped them, and redid my belt.

Only then did she stand up, straight to her tip toes, and press a kiss on the corner of my mouth, all the while whispering, “If you ever come inside anything that isn’t me, I’ll make you regret it.”

There was only one thing I could do.

I nodded, “Yes ma’am.”

Chapter 15

Birdie

All of our friends were gathered around in our backyard for something I had started with Abel’s help. A monthly barbeque.

Everyone was for it.

And thankfully, we had some great friends.

I had just dropped some more chips in a big pinkish glass bowl when I glanced up and my mouth dropped open.

How had I missed this.

Baker was staring at Priscilla, he would somehow feel her eyes on him, and then he would look away.

And then… Priscilla would be looking at Baker, and the moment he turned his head, I was worried she would suffer from a case of whiplash.

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