Page 65 of Lillian

Lillian walks over to where I’m standing by the kitchen island and hops up on it inches from me. The movement pulls her shorts up higher, and I can’t help but reach out and grab her thighs. Everything about this woman is so goddamn sexy. Just as I glide my hands up the outside of her smooth skin, she opens her legs for me, and I step in between them.

Big blue eyes stare up at me with no small amount of love in them. Just to tease her again, but mostly because I’m greedy, I whisper, “Say it again.”

Her eyes spark with understanding, but being the brat that she is, teases me right back. My perfect match. “Say what?”

“You know what,” I challenge. Maybe I can persuade her…

I bring one hand up slowly until my thumb is hovering right over her clit. She tilts her hips up, giving me easier access, but doesn’t say anything. No three little words. I’m not being convincing enough. With the lightest touch, I graze over her clit, and her mouth pops open on a little breathy sigh.

As I pull back, she pouts at me. My only response is the raising of one brow. Waiting.

“Seriously?” she huffs, but I don’t say anything. “You think you can outlast me?”

Oh, baby…

With the gauntlet thrown down, I brush against her again, with a little more pressure this time, making sure she can feel it through the thin material of her athletic shorts.

She bites her bottom lip to hold in any other noise. Her eyes dart to the hallway. With the way noise echoes in the main rooms and hallways of this place, we’ll be able to hear Grace if she leaves her room. But just in case, I angle my body so I’m blocking the view of the hallway.

Then, upping my torture, I slide her shorts to the side and circle her core with my middle finger.

“Already worked up, Frasier?” I challenge as my finger slides into her soaked pussy with ease. She shakes her head, staying silent. “No?” I add my ring finger to the mix at the same time as I brush my thumb against her clit.

Her bottom lip slips free from the hold her teeth have on it, and I hear the smallest exhale. I work them in and out until I feel her start to tighten around my fingers, and then I pause. I keep my fingers inside her until I feel her relax and start again.

“You’re the devil,” she breathes.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you need,” I promise in a low voice. Her eyes light up, but I’m not done. “Just as soon as you give me what I need.” The scowl returns.

I smirk at the look, but it drops off my face when her scowl turns to a mischievous grin. In a second, she’s got her small hand dipped into my sweats and wrapped around my aching cock.

“Two can play at this game,” she utters in a sweet, inconspicuous tone. The challenge roars in me, and I start pumping my fingers into her hard and fast again. Her eyes roll back in her head for a second, a soft moan slipping free, before she remembers herself and starts pumping me at the same pace.

The minx uses my own precum as lube, and soon, I’m thrusting up, meeting her for each stroke as we race to see who can make the other come first.

When I feel my balls start to draw up, I circle her clit with my thumb, and her hand stutters its relentless rhythm. My fingers slow as she squeezes me harder and harder until she shatters around me, her grip on me tightening as she does. It is just this side of painful, and I curl my fingers around the edge of the counter with my free hand as I shoot cum into her hand.

Our pants fill the kitchen while both our bodies come down from the high. Until Lillian pulls her hand out, looks at the cum coating it, looks at me, and then licks me off her without breaking eye contact.

My dick twitches impossibly in my pants, gearing up for a second round. Lillian’s eye go right to it, delight lighting them up as she hops off the counter. With one hand, she starts to stroke me in soft, easy motions. Flaccid and tired and satisfied, it shouldn’t be this easy for her. But with each motion, my cock grows under her touch.

Then she uses her other hand to drag my head down by the back of my neck, sucking and licking her way up my throat to my ear. When she bites gently on my ear, I moan, and she whispers, “I love you, Lincoln.”

Blood rushes south so fucking fast I get dizzy. I’ve got Lil turned around and bent over the island so fast she lets out a tiny shriek.

With Grace in the other room, I throw my right hand over her mouth, quieting her, and use my left hand to slip her shorts down, then my own sweats, and I thrust into her tight pussy, gritting my own teeth together to stop myself from grunting out in pleasure.

My hand vibrates as I block each of her moans and whimpers while pumping my cock in and out of her, owning her. Body and soul. Because she loves me. She’s mine.

I see her legs start to shake, and she’s trying to keep herself upright, but I can’t focus on anything except the feeling of hercunt squeezing the life out of me. It doesn’t take long before I’m bent over her back, breathing heavy against her T-shirt as jets of cum shoot into her.

Not wanting to push my luck any more, I pull out and get a sick sense of satisfaction at my cum dripping down her thighs as I do. I pull my shorts up and wet a washcloth from the drawer beside the sink. I want to clean her myself, but then the pitter patter of tiny feet sounds from the hallway, and Lillian ducks behind the island, shielding herself.

I run to the end of the hallway to intercept Grace. As she rounds the corner, I scoop her under her armpits and swing her around so she’s facing away from the kitchen. I tuck her head into my shoulder and rock her back and forth as I watch Lillian finish up, fix her shorts, and look around the kitchen frantically before just tossing the washcloth in the sink.

She glares at me when she looks up to see a smirk on my face. Only when she walks over to us and I refocus my attention onto Grace, do I realize she’s burning up.

“Do you feel hot, munchkin?” She nods and turns to her mom, which gives me a good look at her pink, runny nose.

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