Page 65 of Dizzy

And that’s messed up, isn’t it?

“What are you thinkin’? What put that frown on my pretty girl’s face?”

Dizzy misses nothing.

I turn away from the mirror. “I don’t know. Are we—are we supposed to be doing this?”

He tenses, his jaw tightening. “Do you want to stop?”

“No. But—” I come prop a knee on the foot of the bed. “This isn’t what people normally do. Right?”

“Guess not.” He’s frowning. Shit. I ruined the moment. “What doyouthink?”

I gnaw at my bottom lip. “I don’t want to stop. I like it. But all my sisters, all my girlfriends—they’d lose their minds if they knew.”

He glances past me to the door, and his jaw tenses. “We don’t have to do anything. You can keep all the clothes. I wasn’t actually gonna take any back anyway. We can watch a movie.”

He’s disappointed, but he’s tryin’ damn hard not to let it show on his face.

“I don’t want to watch a movie.”

His eyes return to mine. I can’t hold his gaze. I keep sneaking peeks at the huge cock tenting his jeans.

“What do you want, baby?” he asks.

I check the door. There’s no lock. Just two laundry baskets. I can leave whenever I want. There are windows, too. Three big ones with heavy teal curtains and white sheers.

And Dizzy, sitting against the headboard.

My pussy’s achy.

I want him.

He’s hard. There’s a bulge in his jeans. A big one.

“You wanna fuck, baby? You want me to make you feel good?”

I nod.

He leans over and grabs a foil packet from the bedside table. Then he unzips his pants. His cock springs out, ruddy, thick, and veiny. He wasn’t wearing underwear. He slides his jeans down a few inches, not much. Now I can see the dark thatch of hair at the root of his cock.

He’s way bigger than Rylan Dorset and those couple of boys I experimented with in high school. Longer. Thicker.

My breathing goes shallow.

He rips the packet open and unrolls a rubber down his cock.

I don’t know if he’ll fit.

But I wanna try. I wriggle my thong off and kick it in the direction of the hamper.

“Come here.”

I kneel all the way on the bed. His eyes are glued on me. On my face.

I shuffle forward on my knees until I’m beside him. He cups my neck, draws me in. Kisses me. I melt.

“Here we go.” He places his hands around my waist and lifts me until I straddle him. His cock is hot against my lower belly. If I want him inside me, I need to rise up and take him. Do it myself.

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