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He traces his fingers down my throat, between and over my breasts. “Time to paint what’s mine.”
He wraps his hand around his dick, stroking the long length a few times. Ropes of hot cum shooting all over my chest, stomach and neck. I feel a bit hit my cheek, but I don’t move to wipe it off.
Well, Lainey, you’re definitely checking a bunch of new shit off your list.
CHAPTER 25
LAINEY
I hearthe sink faucet stop running in the bathroom, and a moment later, the door opens.
He tugs on the sheet that I have draped across me, and I hold it tighter.
“Wh-what are you doing?” I stammer.
Holding a washcloth, he replies, “I’m going to clean you up.”
I shake my head, “No, I ca-” He cuts me off.
“Lainey, this isn’t up for debate. Let go of the sheet.” He lifts his brows like he’s getting impatient with me.
I tighten my grip on the fabric more. He’s not fucking cleaning me up. “No, honestly, I am more than capable of doing it myself.”
I release my grip with one hand to grab the washcloth from him, which was a big fucking misjudgment on my part. He seizes the opportunity to yank the sheet away, exposingmy naked body. I gasp. “Kalix!”
“I’m doing this, end of discussion,” he says as wipes the warm, wet cloth over my sticky skin.
His lip quirks when I accidentally let out a moan as the fabric grazes my nipple.
I close my eyes as he takes his time. Making sure not to miss a single spot.
I open them when I feel him pull away and cover me up with my fluffy comforter.
He goes to the bathroom to dispose of the rag, and as he pauses near the bed with something in his hand, I blurt, “Uh, you can let yourself out. I’ll lock the door behind you.”
His brows lift, and his eyes widen as he points to his chest, “Oh, you thought you were just going to give me your virginity, let me sleep over, cum all over you, and then kick me out?” He smirks, shaking his head, holding out two pills with his other hand. “Here, take these. They’ll help with the soreness.”
I stare at him in shock at how blunt he is with me. Like, he doesn’t even know me.
He stares back at me for a moment before his mouth forms an O; “It would help if you had something to wash them down with. My bad, I’ll be right back.” He spins around and walks out the door so comfortably, as if he does this all the time.
I take a deep breath, holding it in… 1…2…3…4… then I exhale, and repeat the process. My heart starts to race. That mix of cigarettes and worn leather clinging to him is the exact scent that lingers in my apartment and out and about at random times. He has to be the one who’sbeen following me. Why else would he feel so comfortable in here, already knowing where everything is?
He comes back within a couple of minutes, holding out a glass of water. When I don’t reach for it right away, he tilts his head and says, “Lainey, I don’t want to have to force these down your throat, but I will.”
Goosebumps break out over my skin. However, this time it's different, because oddly, I’m not afraid of him. I probably should be, but I’m not. No, this feeling is me being aroused by how demanding he is with me.
I retrieve the pills from his hand and pop them in my mouth, then wash them down with the water.
He smirks, “Good girl.”
My pussy clenches at the sound of his voice.
He turns to walk toward the bedroom door.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Well, I’m going to go order us breakfast while you go take a shower.” He says matter-of-factly as he leans against the door frame.
