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“Yes, Daddy.”

A whimper escapes her the moment my mouth is on hers. The hand I have on her hip slides between her legs, and I don’t waste time with teasing touches. My fingers spread her pussy lips before I push them into her tight cunt.

Her mouth opens as she cries out, but I swallow it down. I lick her tongue and demand she do the same as I finger-fuck her little virgin hole.

“Goddamn it, you’re fucking wet. It’s getting everywhere.”

“I’m sorry,” she whimpers as she rocks her hips and grinds against me.

“Don’t you fucking apologize.” I go harder, feeling her dripping down my hand. “My god, it’s going to be so easy to get my dick in you. I’m going to slip right in between these tight lips.”

She cries out as I rub the heel of my hand on her clit, and then she’s cumming. Her pussy squeezes my fingers in a tight clench as more of her soaks me. The sounds of her wet cunt taking me is like heaven, and I can’t wait any longer.

I hit the button for the seat to recline, but she doesn’t seem to notice until I’m all the way back. “I’m hungry, princess. Daddy needs your cunt on his face.”

She lets out a squeal of surprise as I yank her up my body, but she grabs the seat behind me to steady herself. As soon as her knees are on either side of my head, I grab her hips and smash her pussy on my mouth.

I suck her clit and then lick my way to her asshole, and she moans loudly. She’s making a mess of me, and I finally relax as I eat her like a summer peach. I stick my tongue in her ass and then her pussy and suck on her clit some more. I’m teasing the both of us, but I know I can’t last much longer.

Releasing her hip, I reach down and undo my pants. When my cock is free, I stroke it hard and fast while I cover her clit with my mouth. I hollow my cheeks as I flick my tongue over the tight peak three times and then she cums.

We go off together as I spurt onto my stomach, desperately wishing it was inside of her. I’ve lost enough control for one night, and I don’t want her first time to be like this.

Once the last of her orgasm has faded and she’s too sensitive to keep going, I help her back down my body so that she’s stretched out on top of me. I feel her hot pussy on my cock, but I don’t try to take things further. It feels good just to have her there, and it’s enough. For now.

This time when I kiss her, it’s slow and gentle, like we have all the time in the world.

“I can taste myself on you.” Her whispered words are like a naughty confession.

“It’s okay if you like it,” I tell her, and she nods.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. About tonight, I mean.”

“Don’t worry. You’re going to make it up to me.”

Chapter Nine

TINSLEY

Happiness bubbles out of me while I sit in the school's cafeteria and try not to daydream about last night.

When Callum dropped me off at home, I saw my father and Anne had gone out for the night. I was relieved there wouldn’t be any questions about the date. I’m not sure if Carl told anyone it was cut short, but I’m not going to mention it.

No one told me that I have to be home early today, which means I get to leave school and go straight to Callum’s office. All I can think about is how he told me I’m going to make it up to him not telling him about the date with Carl. What’s he going to make me do?

“I hate the food here.” Charlie stabs the Salisbury steak with her fork. “You’d think with how much it costs to go to this school, they could give us some decent food.”

“That’s why I pack my lunch.” I push one of my peanut butter and jelly sandwiches over to her.

“Did you cut these yourself?” She holds up the heart-shaped sandwich.

“I did.” I’m not a great cook like she is. In fact, I’m pretty terrible in the kitchen. I could probably burn a pot of boiling water. I’m easily distracted, and I’ll think it’s only been a minute when it’s really been ten. I stick to peanut butter and jelly because it gets straight to the point. Plus, it hits the spot.

“Do you have ants in your pants today?” Charlie looks me up and down as she takes a bite of the sandwich.

“No, why?” Oh no, am I acting differently?

“You can’t stop moving around.”

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