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My thumbs spread her labia open, and I flatten my tongue against her heated flesh, slowly dragging it up, then dipping the tip into her pulsing hole before flicking it across her hidden clit. “Fucking delicious,” I groan, unable to pull back. I want more. Need more. Fucking crave more. My dick painfully throbs with the urgency to slam inside her tightness.
Wrapping my lips around her sensitive pearl, I suckle on it lightly as I slip a finger into her channel to the first knuckle. She tenses until realizing that I’m not pushing any farther. Damn, this girl is protective of that hymen, and I’m half in love with her because of it. Saving herself for me is something rare. Something special.
“Relax, pup. Let me please you.”
She sighs but eventually does, finally trusting that I’ll only give her what she’s agreed to. So I spend the next few hours devouring her pussy, taking her to the edge and back until she curses at me to let her come. And come she does.
When she starts begging for a break, I take the opportunity to finally release myself from my pants, where I’ve come twice just from enjoying Brea’s body. A couple of quick strokes, and I shoot off again. This time, pushing the very tip into her pussy and unloading a torrent of cum. I cross my fingers that it soaks up into her womb.
Her eyes widen as she watches me, but in them, I recognize her desire for me to push forward, almost like a dare. But I don’t. Keeping my promise to her is the most important thing about tonight.
Once depleted, I don’t move. My dick plugs her up so nothing leaks out until I’m ready.
“You said...,” she whispers, but doesn’t finish.
I rub my hands up and down the front of her thighs, then kiss her ankle. “Your cherry is still intact, pup, but I needed to load you up.”
“Yeah, but…” She’s lost for words.
“I’m wifing you up as soon as I can. If we make a baby, all the more reason for you to be more agreeable with me.” My shit eating grin doesn’t impress her as she narrows a nasty glare at me.
“I’m on the pill,” she snaps.
I shrug, giving zero fucks. No medication will stop me from achieving my goal.
Chapter 10
Brea
It’s been a week since T.K. spent the night in my bed. We’ve texted a few times, but I haven’t seen him because the team was in Texas for their first preseason game of the year against the San Antonio Rattlers. They won, of course, but he hasn’t asked to get together, so I’m nervous about going to work tomorrow. I even cancelled my celebratory dinner with my parents that following night because I couldn’t look them in the eye so soon after T.K. had his wicked way with me.
It’s still hard to believe I allowed us to go so far. Caught up in the high-intensity emotions, I wanted nothing more. The drinks simply gave me the courage to accept what he offered. Since then, things have been tense at home. Thor is typically supportive of me, encouraging me to expand my knowledge base and reach for the stars, but he’s given me the cold shoulder since watching T.K. walk out of our house the next morning.
Juggling the bag of Chinese takeout in one hand and my keys in the other, I hope to win him over again tonight. The house is silent as I enter.Is Thor even home?
After turning on a few lights, placing the bags on the counter, and pulling out containers, I then notice Thor coming from myend of the house. Trying not to sound accusatory, I ask, “What were you doing? It was so quiet, I didn’t think you were home.” Grabbing plates, I try to remain subtle in my curiosity.
“There were some high winds earlier. I thought I heard glass shatter in your bathroom.”
His explanation is plausible. Except… “How weird, I’ve barely felt a breeze all day.” Shrugging, I offer him a plate. “Thought we could have some bad-for-your-cholesterol food and watch even worse reality TV tonight?”
“Sure.” He grabs a container, ignoring my doubt about the wind.
We dish up quietly before settling on the living room sofa and turning onKitchen Nightmares. I love everything Gordon Ramsey, so I quickly tune out Thor and his weird mood until my plate is empty and a commercial break comes on.
“Be right back. I’m going to go change.”
Darting to my room, I close and lock the door by shoving my vanity chair under the knob like T.K. did. Something I never felt was necessary before.
Entering my walk-in closet, I quickly change into a baggy sweater, leggings, then slip on a pair of thick wool socks. The only time I wear pants is when I’m being lazy at home and want to feel extra comfy.
Afterwards, my eyes roam critically over the room, searching for anything out of place. Any indication that Thor was snooping around in here. This mistrust of someone so close to me is foreign, and I don’t care for it one bit.
Opening the dresser and nightstand drawers, I search the contents of each carefully because my gut is screaming that there’s mischief afoot. When I reach the top middle drawer of my dresser, I immediately notice the disheveled panties that hide my journal underneath them. It has been moved, and pages have been bent in the soft-covered book.
Retrieving it, I open to where the pages are kinked and see that he left off at my entry about my night with T.K. and the way I was falling for him against my better judgment. After closing the drawer, I toss the journal in my messenger bag. I never leave that behind, so I don’t worry about him rifling through it again.
I’ll have to figure out how to approach the subject with Thor because there’s no way I can let this go. Invading my privacy is not something I signed up for, and if I ever thought he’d do it, I never would have agreed to move in with him.
