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When he finally breaks the kiss, we’re both breathless. He rests his forehead against mine, his eyes searching my face.

“I never want you to keep something like that from me again,” he says sternly. “I don’t want you to suffer because you’re too proud or stubborn to tell me you need medication.”

I open my mouth to protest but Gaston presses a finger to my lips.

“No arguments,” he says. “Your health and wellbeing are my responsibility now. So no more secrets about things like this. Understood?”

I nod. “Yes, sir,” I murmur.

“Good girl,” he murmurs.

A shiver races through me when he calls me that. It’s the same every time, as though I crave his validation.

“Now come back inside.” I allow him to pull me back into the kitchen, sinking sink into my chair to finish the rest of my food.

Gaston grabs my meds and a glass of water and puts them in front of me. “Take them.”

It’s an order the way he says it, but I willingly comply. Thankful to finally have them, because it will make the itch beneath my skin less apparent.

Once we’re both finished, I stand and clear the dishes. All the while, I feel his gaze burning a hole in my back. It excites me.

When finishes, I turn to find him lounging in his chair with one leg crossed over the other. His steel gray eyes are flashing with unmistakable desire. “Come here, nena.”

I hesitate for a brief moment before crossing the room to stand before him.

“That was delicious, thank you. You did so well.” Gaston uncrosses his legs and leans forward. “Now what shall I do with you?”

My cheeks are hot as I try to avoid his gaze.

“Look at me, Blake,” he demands.

I meet his gaze and wish I didn’t because I’m so turned on right now.

“Answer my question.”

“Whatever you want, sir,” I reply, meeting his gaze.

He groans and grabs my hips suddenly, forcing a gasp from my lips. “Sit on my lap.”

I go willingly as he eases me to straddle him. His arms encircle my waist and I relax into him, my heart fluttering with excitement.

Gaston’s fingers trail up and down my spine. “That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my neck.

He’s hard and ready beneath me, making me moan. I grind against him, desperate for friction. Gaston’s tongue dances along my bottom lip, and I open for him with a soft gasp. The kiss deepens, grows more heated, as his hands trail up my back, fingers tangling in my hair. I rock my hips harder, eliciting a low groan from him which sends heat pooling low in my belly.

“That’s it, baby girl,” he rasps, his lips trailing down my throat. “Take what you need from me.”

I grind harder against the ridge of his cock, making his breath come out faster against my skin. Emboldened by his groans, I roll my hips fast and moan at the delicious friction between us.

“Fuck, I’ve been thinking about your perfect little cunt all damn day, nena.”

I grind harder against him, chasing that delicious friction. His grip on my hips tightens, guiding my movements.

“Please,” I gasp, needing more.

The sound of his zipper coming down makes my heart rate spike, followed by him pulling his thick, hard cock out so it’s pressed against my lace clad pussy.

Gaston groans and grips my hips tighter, guiding me as I rock against his hard cock. “Fuck, that feels so good,” he growls.

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