Page 72 of Dizzy

“What happened, huh?” I rub her back, rock a little.

“I had a bad dream.” Her voice is so weak. Distant.

“You want to tell me about it?”

“Nope. Not right now.” She scrubs her bleary eyes.

“Okay, baby.” I ain’t gonna press right now. Later, I will. If someone hurt her, they ain’t never gonna have the opportunity again.

God, she’s so small. Defenseless. She was all alone after we took care of Chaos. The brothers are decent men—mostly—but we get all kinds of hang arounds. And before she rolled into town . . . I can’t think about. Gives me fuckin’ indigestion.

“You want to go back to bed? Or you hungry?”

“I want to take a shower.”

“Okay.”

“And then I want to eat.”

“All right.”

“I want to make pancakes.”

I grin into her hair, breathe her in to calm my racing heart. “More than fine by me.”

“And then I want to go dirt bike riding.” I said we could go a while back, but with one thing and another, we haven’t gone yet.

“Whatever your heart desires.” She wiggles in my lap, and I figure she’s gonna get up, but she surprises me. She reaches down and grabs my dick. It leaps to attention.

“Please,” she whines, brown eyes wide and needy. “Make me feel good first?”

“Yes, ma’am.” She strokes me, and I’m rock hard in seconds. She’s already climbing me, ready to shove me in her pussy. She ain’t wet enough, though.

She’s scared, and tryin’ to distract herself. She’s not worried that she’s gonna hurt herself. That’s not all right.

I hoist her by the bottom, and lay her down on her back, legs dangling over the bed. “I got a better idea. Put your heels here on the edge.”

I wish I could take a picture of her expression. Her eyes light up, and that smile curls. She knows what I’m thinkin’, and she’s more than down with it. She don’t waste time gettin’ in position.

Now I see some cream. I’m gonna lap it up. I sink to the carpet, spread her wider with my hands and leave them resting on her knees. I flatten my tongue, start at her asshole, and lick all the way up to her clit, slow and steady.

She reaches for me, but she can’t quite grab whatever she’s aimin’ for, so she rests her hands on mine, twines our fingers as if she’s tryin’ to hold me in place. I’m not going nowhere.

I stiffen my tongue and spear her hole. She has a powerful taste. Tart. Delicious. She’s definitely been fucked recently. Last night, in fact. Twice. She’s swollen, too. Frommycock. I love it. I eat it up and listen to her pants turn into moans and pretty pleas.

“Dizzy, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

I can keep going as long as she needs. I suck her clit, tease it. She raises her hips, shoves her wet pussy into my beard, demanding as hell.

She wants it so bad and that drives me crazy.

She’s whining, tugging on my hands. “I want cock, Dizzy. Give me cock.”

I ain’t gonna say no to that. I flip her over and thrust, reaching between us to circle her clit, keep it popped out of its little hood.

This pussy is mine. This girl is mine. I cum with her clenching around me like a vise, neck twisted so she can catch my lips.

Later, she makes an entire box of pancake mix worth of pancakes. She uses up all the eggs. And she eats her fair share. So does Carson, of course. Parker and I max out after one stack each.

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