Page 14 of His Little Pumpkin
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ELDON
Laura is incredible. Not only is she improving every single aspect of my life, she’s been making me smile and laugh more than I used to.
When we get home after our kitchen prep session, we eat dinner, then I insist it’s her turn to take a relaxing bath.
It’s not just that I want her to pamper herself. I need her out of earshot for a while so I can take care of something.
When I hear her splashing around happily, it takes me a moment to put the thought of her luscious naked body out of my mind. The idea of touching every inch of her like I did last night is all-consuming, but I need to pace myself and make sure that Laura is happy with the speed at which we progress. Even if it causes my straining cock to ache.
I give my head a shake and refocus while adjusting the front of my jeans, then grab my phone and step outside to be sure Laura can’t hear me. It doesn’t take long to locate a new computer store in the relatively small town of Oakton. It also doesn’t take long for me to get all the contact info for the owner, including his home address.
The thing about military men is, we have groups online where we can easily access connections and help. It never takes long to find a friend of a friend who is willing to do a favor for a good cause.
For example: my old friend Earl’s cousin Jackson Bradshaw is a bodyguard in Oakton. I give him a call and explain how I got his number.
“Earl knows I’m always ready to help,” he says with a low chuckle. “What’s up?”
“There’s apparently a new computer store in your town. Owner’s name is Craig Milton. He had some website work done by a freelancer and promised to pay her immediately, then didn’t.” I clench my fists, thinking of my poor sweet Laura chilled to the bone when I found her behind those pumpkins. “She was relying on the money for food and shelter.”
There’s a string of muttered curses. “Text me his address,” Jackson grunts. “I’ll go over and politely remind him that gentlemen pay their bills.”
“I really appreciate it, man.”
“No problem. I know you’ll do the same for someone else down the road.”
“You know it.”
I text him the address, then quietly go back inside and flop down on the couch to read. I’m several pages into my novel before Laura comes into the living room.
My book hits the floor with a dull thud.
Her hair is mostly dry, tied up in a messy bun with a few damp wavy tendrils falling gently around her cheekbones and neck. She’s wearing my dark blue bathrobe with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows.
I love seeing her wearing my clothes. In my home. Part of my world. It’s as if I’ve been half awake for the past several years,waiting for this perfect precious woman to appear, and now…she has.
I stand up slowly, unable to tear my eyes away from the sweet, eager expression on her face. Laura smiles shyly. “You’re staring.”
“Pumpkin, I couldn’t stop if I tried.”
I approach her carefully, tracing her hips with my outstretched fingers. “You realize I need to take you to the bedroom and lick your hot little pussy again right this second, don’t you?”
I study her eyes carefully, and a rush of exhilaration chases through me when she nods eagerly. Gripping her perfect ass, I lift her up, letting her thighs wrap around my waist.
It’s only a few steps to the bedroom, but even that feels like too long. I set Laura down in front of the bed, then slowly undo the robe. Every inch of perfect pale skin that I reveal sends more blood rushing to my cock. In moments, I’m so hard it’s almost painful, yet all I can think about is my sweet girl’s pleasure. The way she trusts me, and the way she wants me.
How much I need her.
“You’re so beautiful.” I slide a pillow over and gently lay her down diagonally across the bed, throwing her leg over my shoulder.
There’s a soft sigh as I settle between her thighs. “I never thought I’d be this comfortable with someone,” she murmurs. “It’s…hot.”
My palms run along her silky flesh, then my thumbs drift slowly along her outer folds, parting them gently so I can peek at the lovely pink depths within. “Hot, you say? Okay, I’ll take it.”
Leaning in, my tongue plunges deep, making her gasp. “How’s that for hot?” I mumble through a mouthful of sweet, juicy pussy.
I continue until she’s squirming and nearly breathless, then raise my tongue to tease her clit, circling it slowly without quite brushing flat across the surface. The quiet of the bedroom is occasionally interrupted by her soft moans and the rustling of her fingers through my hair as she clutches the sides of my head.
