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"Then I will be staying here with you." I start to tell him I don't need him to do that, but he stops me with a kiss, one that shows me he’s not shy about showing me affection in front of people at all. "I'm staying."

Once we're upstairs and after the girls go home, I start getting shy. This man might have eaten my pussy like a champion pie eater but now, I'm not sure what to do. I don't understand how to segue into being chill with him again. During the day the girls were here to distract me and there was still so much to do with the store. Now, it's just me and him.

"Let's order pizza and watch a movie."

He lets me pick the pizza while he picks the movie. To my surprise, it's one of my favorites. After we've eaten, he turns me and pulls my feet into his lap, and starts rubbing them. I moan like a whore working the streets - or sheets, whatever it is I don't care what it sounds like because it feels too good to be stingy with my praise.

I must have fallen asleep during the movie because the next thing I’m aware of he's lifting me and carrying me to the bed. It's small. I'm not sure how he thinks we're both going to sleep in it. Unless he doesn't and he's just being kind putting me to bed. Maybe he doesn't want anything else. He lays me down and starts removing my clothes. I let him, waiting for him to tell me what comes next.

He drops to his knees and spreads me wide. His mouth finds my pussy in the dim light of the room and starts to work me up again. It doesn't take long before he's rocketed my body to completion, but he doesn't stop when I've cum once. Instead, he starts laving me even harder, more focused on the bundle of nerves and my entrance. It's pure shock when one of his fingers starts to sink into me.

I cry out and try to pull away. He comes up with his mouth and chin shiny. "Don't panic, baby. I won't take what you aren't willing to give. I just need to work you, stretch you a bit to make sure I don't hurt you."

He's talking about when he takes me. When we go all the way. He doesn't move until I give him a curt nod to tell him to continue. He works me back to the brink of release and backing off until he tries to slip a finger inside of me again. This time I don't move. He rolls his head so he can talk to me. "Don't move baby. I don't want to go too far. Just... a little...fuck, I can feel your cherry!"

His words make me hot enough to self-combust. Holy shit, I had no idea I liked to be talked to like he talks to me.

"Your little pussy is so tight. I'm going to have to work you wider every night for days."

He can do whatever he wants as long as he keeps hitting the spot he is hitting. I just need a little..more...pressure. He uses his tongue on my clit and the pad of his finger pushes up and I am lost. My body convulses around his digit as I cry out his name until the pulsing stops and I am too exhausted to hold my eyes open any longer.

He starts undressing, "How are we both going to fit in this bed?"

"Easy baby." He picks me up and the next thing I know he's laying with me on top of him and pulling the covers over both of us. I snuggle in and let myself drift into the sweetest sleep I've ever had.

Chapter Nine

Storm

It's been a week and I don't know how much more I can take. I will - for her. I’ll do anything for her. But it just might kill me. I'm pretty sure my balls are going to fall off from this. I've woken up with blue balls for the past seven days. At night when it gets to be too much and she's begging me to give her something she doesn't understand, I'll give in and mark her, sometimes spraying my seed on her belly, sometimes on her tits, sometimes I'll go too far and put my cock right up against her virgin entrance and shoot it inside of her.

Those times are the hardest for me. They tempt me like no other. That dark part of me that wants to take her and put my baby in her so she can't run from me, whispers in my head to just do it. It would be so easy to slide in, especially after I've worked her up to take my fingers and she's cum so often. Her cervix would be soft from cumming so much, it would be easy to make her pregnant then.

I might have researched the hell out of this, spent hours at a time looking for ways to breed her once I'm allowed in and all of them agree that orgasms are the way to go. The more I can keep her cumming, the more likely I'll be to put a baby inside of her.

It may not be right - to think of a way to stop my little hard Candy from running from me - but it's an idea that has taken hold in my head and it won't let go. I need to plant my seed in her and watch it grow into a walking, talking manifestation of the love I have for her. But I have to wait for her to let me in. She's not ready to trust me enough with the last part of her just yet. She's on her way and I will wait for her to get there until hell freezes over and my balls fall off, which might happen at the same time given the time constraint.

Her not being ready is why I am currently where I am at. She and the girls are having a girls' night. They opened the store four days ago and have been a raging success since then. They sell out every day and they are thinking about trying to find another baker to come in and help them.

I couldn't be prouder of my girl. She's not only beautiful but smart and savvy as hell. She's going to be a huge success - more so than she already is. Given how hard the girls have worked, it made sense for them to have a night of fun and I wasn't going to be the dick to keep Candy from that, even if I do miss her like crazy.

I flip-turn and take another lap in the pool. Doing laps in the pool is how I've been trying to manage the raging need I have inside of me for Candy. I think back to the trust she put in me when she came to me to find out if one of the girl's admirers was an alright guy. It turns out that little Bonny has caught the eye of the new optometrist in town.

I did some digging for my girl. I even made it a point to meet the guy and vet him face-to-face. He's going to be good for Bonny which is what I told Candy. He seems like...well, me when I look at Candy so I'm not really worried that this guy is just playing with someone sweet and innocent. He straight-up told me to fuck off because she was his. We're putting together a cookout for the girls next Saturday at his place to celebrate.

I duck back down one more time but this time when I flip to make my way back, I notice a shadow at the edge of the pool. When I come up and clear the water from my eyes, I see her. My Candy Cane. She's standing beside the pool and waits for me to come up. I swim to her and look up at the pretty woman who is always in my thoughts. She's got on black Capri leggings and a large baggy shirt over them and has never looked more beautiful to me.

Her hair is piled on top of her head with little tendrils escaping and caressing her neck. My fingers itch to sink into the riotous curls that always smell so sweet and are so soft. I pull myself out of the pool close to her and give her a big smile before I reach out for a towel she hands me.

"Hey baby. Is everything alright?" She looks like she has something deep on her mind. "I didn't think I'd see you tonight because you were with the girls."

"I need to talk to you."

Oh shit! Has something happened? Did she rethink the idea of us? Am I going to have to do damage control and work even harder to convince her I am the right one for her?

"Sure, baby, come on." I take her inside and finish drying off. I take her straight to our room before saying anything else. "Why don't you tell me what's going on."

She takes me by surprise when she pushes me, "Is there a reason you haven't had sex with me?"

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