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“Mix those and you got true love, baby.” I give her a smirk as she reaches up and smacks me on the head.
“I’ll pretend to be your girlfriend, but only when your sisters or mom are around, and only until I move out. Then, it’s over.”
“Well, lucky for me, I have a family function every day for the rest of my life. Also, you’re not moving out until the threat is handled.”
“Uh huh… okay, Romeo, and how long will that take? Surely someone as capable as you can handle a little backlash from a viral video relatively fast.” I approach her, pressing my hips against her so she can feel me.
“Sweet Peach, there’s always another threat.”
“I’m bleeding,” she whispers, her eyes on my lips. “It’s too much.” Nodding, I go to move. Her bleeding doesn’t bother me, but if she says it’s too much, I don’t push. She has told me several times that it can be painful to have sex, and the last thing I want is to cause her any unwanted pain.
Stevie grips my belt loop, holding me to her. “I could always,” she suggests and runs her hand over my cock.
She drops to her knees and unzips my jeans. Stevie gave me a blowjob once, about three months ago. Oral is something we haven’t explored much. Her being self-conscious and me just not asking for it. The one time she did, fucking god, I could’ve cried, it felt so good.
“Shit,” I whimper as her tongue runs up the underside of my cock. I brace myself against the wall and a growl rumbles in my chest. “Stevie, fucking shit,” I hiss as I watch her slide my cock into her mouth. I feel my tip rub against the ball of her tongue piercing and, “Fuck!” Panting, I stroke her hair as she moves back and forth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks me.
“Baby, listen if you’re… fuck, right there… if you’re trying to punish me for earlier. Shit…” Groaning, I roll my back and stare up at my ceiling. “Hey, Stevie, I swear if this is my punishment, I’ll start lying more.” I feel her chuckle before she removes me from her mouth.
“No, but that’s a good idea. Maybe I shouldn’t let you come.” She taunts, and I feel a fire ignite in me.
“Peaches, you try that shit, and we’re going to have a problem,” I warn, and she smirks up at me.
“Shut up and fuck my face, Dawson.”
“I’m sorry. I think I just had a stroke.” I laugh, but notice she’s not joking.
“I want you to fuck my throat like you would my pussy.”
“Ste–”
“Come on!” she whines. “You seriously are going to leave me on my knees?” Nodding, I caress the back of her head as she grips my thighs. I thrust into her mouth slowly, expecting her to gag on my length, but there’s nothing. Looking down, I see the mischief in her eyes as she tugs on my thigh to keep going.
“Jesus Christ, you don’t have a gag reflex?” She answers by forcing my cock all the way into the back of her throat. Fucking shit, I could blow already, just feeling the way her throat constricts around me. After a second, I grip the side of her face and thrust down her throat, repeating the motion again and again. Her hands run up my thighs and under my shirt, and I revel in the burning sting of her nails raking down my abdomen.
“That’s it,” I growl, my thrusts becoming more erratic. “Stevie, I’m two pumps from blowing my load down your throat,” I warn, and her response is to hollow her cheeks and start humming as I continue. I grip the sides of her head as I move her up and down on my cock. I feel myself coming, and I swear I think I’ve died and seen the gates for a moment.
Stevie sucks and licks me clean until I’m too sensitive to handle the contact. Standing, she gives me a soft smile before heading to the kitchen, leaving me standing with my sore cock out and a look of shock on my face.
* * *
“Good evening, gorgeous,” I smirk while watering my plants in my backyard. Stevie stumbles onto the deck, hair a mess and one eye still closed. After the fantastic blow job, Stevie went to take a shower, and I could tell she was hurting. She said that her stomach was swelling, so she went to lie down. I checked on her after about an hour and found her sleeping.
“What time is it?” She mutters while looking around.
“About seven, what?” I raise my brow as she continues to just stare at me. Both her eyes now open wide, and her mouth forms an “o.” Feeling uncomfortable, I look behind me to see what she could be staring at, but there’s nothing.Wait, is it me?I look back towards her and bounce my pecs, making her blush, andoh yeah, she’s gawking at me.
“Stevie!” I gasp, feigning offense. “Are you ogling my naked chest? Without my consent?”
Her sweet, creamy face turns hot pink as she looks away so fast her neck nearly snaps. “I uhh… I wasn’t ogling… I just…” she huffs in annoyance while struggling to find her words. I chuckle while walking up to her.
Standing at the bottom of the steps, I smirk as I try to make my voice low and flirtatious. “Oh, my sweet peach, you have my consent to ogle me anytime, anywhere.” Her face deepens, and her head starts to shake back and forth.
“I hate you. I was looking at the marks.” She grits out before walking to the other end of the porch and sitting in one of my green Adirondack chairs. She winces as she sits.
“Yeah,” I chuckle, looking at the scratches. “You got me good this time. Worth it, though. You hungry?” I ask, while wrapping the garden hose back up. “I was thinking about ordering some food.” Stevie glances at me before shaking her head.
“I’m not hungry.” My face falls, and I walk up the stairs, heading over to her. I watch her body stiffen at my approach.
