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“Wha—” I start to ask what his problem is, but he’s ripping off my sleep shorts, then climbs on the bed, between my legs laying on his stomach. He moves my legs to rest on his shoulders, my heels digging into his back and then his mouth is on me.
He’s running his tongue along my slit and I buck up against him.
“I couldn’t wait another fucking second to taste you,” he growls before sucking my clit into his mouth so hard I cry out.
My fingers sink into his hair, yanking the strands and holding him right where I want him to be. His tongue flicks the sensitive bundle of nerves so rapidly I swear my vibrator could never compete with what he’s doing to me. I pull his hair even harder when he shoves his tongue inside me and licks me so completely I think I may have an out of body experience.
“Fuck yeah,” he groans. “Cry for me as you come. I want to hear you.”
And I do, pulling at his hair even harder as I cry out, my orgasm taking over completely. It feels like it goes on forever as he works me through it. I hardly notice when he moves to hover over me until his mouth is on mine and I’m tasting myself on his lips. I suck on his tongue, savoring the mixture of us.
I reach down to palm him through his shorts, but he takes my hand away and pins it next to my head. I let out a small whine, hooking my leg around his waist, and pulling him down onto me to silently demand what I want.
“Aw, you want to be fucked?” he mumbles against my lips.
I nod, trying to rub myself up against him.
He chuckles, rolling onto his back, and taking me with him. “Cute. Go to sleep.”
“What? No. You want me to ask you for it and then when I do you deny me? Are you actually mentally okay?”
He hums, settling deeper into bed, and keeping me close with a tight grip around me. “Probably not.”
I huff out a breath, but somehow end up drifting off to sleep.
Chapter 31
Colin
When I wake up, Mayson is still passed the fuck out, so I decide to go to the gym for a little bit. Maybe I’ll be nice and bring her home a coffee from her favorite place. Right before I make sure to feed her my cock for breakfast. I wanted to drive her crazy last night by not fucking her, but damn did that take some self control.
My phone rings as I finish up a set and when I look at the screen to see my dad’s name, I debate throwing it across the room to make sure it shatters.
Then I would have to get a new one and make sure it’s set up to track Mayson. That sounds like too much of a pain in the ass to deal with. My dad calls again, and this time I answer gruffly, “What do you want?”
“Where did you take Mayson?”
“Back home. We were done being there.”
“Bring her back. You can leave if you want, but her mom wants her here.”
“That sucks. She doesn’t want to come back and last I checked, she’s an adult.” I add more weightto the bar, knowing I’m going to need to let some aggression out after this phone call.
“Colin, don’t be difficult.”
“Send a car to bring her back since you just said it yourself, you don’t care if I join.”
I don’t give a fuck that he doesn’t want me there. I’d rather take a soccer ball to the nuts than go back over there. Especially with Mayson only to watch her mom try to sell her like cattle to some limp dicked asshole to marry her off.
“She won’t come back without you. Do you think I’m blind or just stupid?”
“Definitely stupid, but your eyesight is probably going in your old age.”
“You’re not as smart as you think you are, Colin. You’re going to ruin her fucking life if you continue what you’re doing.”
“And what is it I’m doing?”
He scoffs. “You’ve had it out for that girl ever since she moved in. I’m sure it’s just because you can’t have her, that’s why you wanted her so bad. But it needs to stop.”
