Page 20 of Such a Sweet Girl

I waited to see if he’d step up. Not that I wanted Francesca to give him another chance, but I wanted him tofigure it out.To see that who was becoming wouldn’t serve him well. For a minute, I thought he would. My pulse thundered in my throat when he crossed the room, coming dangerously close to my side of the counter, where Francesca knelt with a mouthful of cum.

‘She knows where I am if she wants me. I’m not going to chase after some skirt. Gotta tournament to play. Can’t let the guys down.’

Grabbing a beer from the fridge, he headed back to the dent in my sofa, moulded to the shape of his lazy ass.

She remained there, mouth open as drool and cum dripped down over her chest, glazing her tits like the sweetest of donuts.

‘Look at you. Behaving like a delightful slut for me.’

Kneeling, I tipped her chin up, leaning in to kiss her with a slow, decadent meeting of our lips. My warm cum slid between our tongues in a hot, dirty, mess.

‘God damn,’ I groaned, breaking the kiss. ‘You’re something else.’

‘You just...’ She struggled to find the words, and I let out a low laugh.

‘Licked my cum from your dirty little mouth? Yes, I did. And I’ll do it again. I’ll lick it from your thighs. Your cunt...’ I let a growl clip my words as I ran a finger up her thigh, scraping it across the lace of her panties. ‘Maybe even from your ass if you’re a very sweet girl.’

Fastening my pants, I helped her to her feet. Grinning as she glanced toward the sitting room.

‘Do you think he suspects anything?’

‘No. He doesn’t care enough to be suspicious. You heard him.’

Her mouth tightened into a hard line. ‘I did.’

‘You deserve so much more.’

‘Like you?’ she asked.

‘Better than me. Someone who wouldn’t fuck his son’s girlfriend.’

‘Then I hope you’ll make the fucking worth my while. See if you can eradicate my morals with that impressive cock.’

The flush of pleasure that her dirty words hit me with made me feel ten years younger. Like I could take on the world if only to force them to cherish this one perfect woman.

‘I’m just going to go clean up,’ Francesca said, brushing her lips over mine before rounding the counter. Nick appeared as she reached the kitchen opening, startling us both.

Francesca turned a deep shade of red as Nick smiled, pulling her against him.

‘There you are. Knew you wouldn’t have gone home without saying anything.’

‘I just went for a lay down, my head’s sore.’ If Nick actually listened to a thing she said, he’d know from the tumble of words that she lied.

‘You’ve got a little...’ Nick trailed off, wiping the edge of Francesca’s mouth before licking his thumb.

My ass almost fell out of my pants. Did he just...?

Francesca stuttered as Nick screwed up his face.

‘I thought that was frosting,’ he said.

‘I put on some face cream when I was upstairs,’ Francesca countered.

‘Tastes rank. I didn’t even know we had any of that girly shit. Grab me a slice of pizza, will ya?’ With a slap on her ass, Nick went back to his seat, pulling on his headset.

‘He just licked your cum.’ Francesca looked pale as the horror settled in. ‘Oh god. Oh, my god.’

‘It’s okay,’ I said, feeling equally horrified.

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