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“Have you uploaded it?” I ask as I pull my dick out of my boxer-briefs and begin stroking it.
“No, not yet. Gotta edit first.”
“Hmm, play with your pussy for me, baby.” Ainslee does what she’s told and I discover something even more fascinating, there’s a little hole right at the entrance of her panties. “There is a god,” I mumble.
“What’s that, baby?” Ainslee moans.
I grab her by her waist with my free hand and I bring her back to me. Ainslee doesn’t stop playing with her pussy as she sits on my dick. Ainslee’s head is thrown back as she takes me in, inch-by-inch. “Goddamn. You’re so wet already, all for me?” I tease her.
“Always,” she moans.
I grab her waist, digging my fingers into her skin as I fuck her hard. Ainslee moans loudly and I move my hand, slapping my hand over her mouth. “Fuck, baby. What a snack you’ve got for me. Fuck me.”
I get lost in fucking Ainslee and I don’t even care. I fuck her until her entire body grows limp and she falls back against me. We cum together from this position and we sit there, not moving for a moment. Ainslee breathes hard. “Are you going to taste my muffins, now?” she asks.
I laugh. “Sounds like an innuendo for something else,” I tease her. “You still want to grab lunch?” I kiss her neck.
“Yes,” she shudders. “My cousin Aje wants to officially meet you.”
“But I already know him, that weird fuck.” Ainslee snickers as she tries to get up but I pull her back. “Let’s stay like this for a bit. I like this.”
“Me too.” Ainslee says. She turns her head to face me and she pulls me into a kiss. One that makes me groan into her mouth. Fuck, this woman is going to drive me insane, but I love her just as much as she loves me.
25
Ainslee
I was raisedaround protective men and I realize that now more than I did before. Things with my mother made me very isolated and wary of everyone. Her words poisoned my mind and there wasn’t much I could do about it. Before we get out of the car to join Ajedi and Mikonos for lunch, I stop Oran from getting out. “I want to talk to you about something, it’s nothing crazy.”
Oran looks my way and gives me his full attention. “As long as it’s not about posting that video review, I’ll listen,” he says, winking at me.
“Don’t be rude. Let me just post it,” I tease him.
He glares at me. “Send it to me and let me go over it then … just then I might let you post a snippet of it.”
“Really?” I squeal.
“No, are you out of your mind, baby?” He laughs. “It’s not happening.”
“Fine, that’s not what I want to talk about anyway.” I smile at him.
I smile at how much of a caring man he is. How much of a contrast from any other man I’ve ever met. I reach out, caressing his face. Oran leans into my touch and it makes me grateful for him. “What is it? You okay, Bug?”
I nod. “Yeah, I am. I think that I want to cover up what my mom did. Hear me out. There’s too much pain here.” I point at my heart. “Years of rejection, feeling like no one else could see me. Could see how hard I try to be me. She did that to me. She made me regret so much. I loved so hard, yet I lost because she took it from me. My mother hated me and I loved her. I loved for the both of us and it hurts like hell, Oran. I don’t want it anymore. I don’t want memories of her. I want it all gone.”
Oran places a hand over mine on his face. “Whatever you want to do, I’ve got your back. Okay? Look, I would never tell you to keep something that would give you bad memories and feelings. Shit, I know all about having an awful parent. Even though my mom was the sweetest, kindest human being in my life, that bird-brain Elmer was not. For a long time, I feared I was just like him. A fucking replica, but I needed to know, to see for myself that I am nothing like him. We may have some similar features, but as far as I’m concerned, I had one parent and her name was Bethany. He doesn’t get to drag me down with him, he doesn’t deserve me as his son, even if we share DNA. He won’t ever make me who I am because I did that with the help of my mother’s memories. So, darling, do what you need to do. I support you.”
Oran’s words make my heart flutter. “I…” I start to say but I stop.
“I know, Bug, I know,” he replies and I reach over, hugging him tight.
“Thank you, for being here for me. Thank you for supporting me.”
“I’m your husband, woman! Who else is supposed to do this?” he teases, placing a kiss on my bare shoulder.
“I thought you were my boyfriend?” I tease.
Oran chuckles. “Shut up.”
