Page 90 of Finding Hope

Pulling my fingers away with a smile, I preemptively slam my mouth down over hers to catch her protests. Her hips blindly piston, like her body hasn’t gotten the memo yet. Suckling on her tongue, I tug my sweatpantsdown with my left hand, and reach out blindly for my bedside drawer with my right.

Things fall to the floor from my clumsiness. My clock. A picture frame. A car load of noisy fucking clowns.

Searching in the top drawer for a condom, I pray the kids don’t wake up.

Breathing a sigh of relief at the sound of crinkling foil, I pull it toward us and grit my teeth at the sound of something else falling to the floor.

Lord help me if my niece wakes.

I might never get laid again.

Separating our bodies, I rear back and sit on my haunches and go to work on the packaging. Britt watches as I tear the foil with my teeth and take the rubber out, but then she slaps my hands out of the way and latches her sweet, hot mouth around my cock.

So.

Fucking.

Good.

She sucks so hard I worry I have about three seconds left before I blow my load down the back of her throat. I grunt, and my hips jerk forward. Her hand squeezes the base so tight I might just cry.

“Bambie…”I’m a man. Men don’t cry!“Bam– Oooh, Bambie.”

Bobbing forward, fast then slow. Slow, to the very tip of my cock, then fast, swallowing me up all over again. I take it for as long as I can; I drown in this perfect world, I soak up every second of bliss, then I stop her just as my balls line up to eject.

Pushing her back harder than I should, her big blue eyes lock onto mine. So innocent, yet she just sucked me off like she’s paid ten-thousand bucks a pop.

“You’re trouble, Bambie.” I look away from her face, away from the tongue darting out to lick her lips clean. Rolling the condom over my throbbing cock, I shake my head. “So much fucking trouble.”

She smiles so evilly, I almost wonder if she’s a witch. Like she’s cast a spell on me, a spell so strong I couldn’t fight it even if I wanted to.

Then I realize, Idon’twant to.

I don’t care.

I’m happy here.

Sliding my thumb over her clit, she falls back heavily and has my pillows puffing up around her. Pressing a finger inside her pulsing pussy, I collect her natural lubrication, then pull out and smile when she lets out a frustrated growl.

“So impatient,” I laugh softly.

Desperately.

Rolling my finger over her throbbing clit and her sparkly piercing, I line myself up and grin at her neatly trimmed landing strip of hair.

My eyes meet hers. “You ready?”

Nodding weakly, she transforms back into innocent Bambie. Gone is the vixen, and in her place is the reminder of the last times we did this.

I’m so fucking tempted to slam into her, to claim the deepest parts of her body, maybe even her heart…

But I slow my shit.

I abhor the idea of hurting her. I couldn’t purposely hurt her now, no matter what. Not even the good kind of hurt.

Nudging the head of my cock inside, I watch her eyes flutter closed and clamp my teeth together at the vice like grip she has around me.

“You need to relax, Bambie. Let me in.”

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