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He rubs his jaw, “I didn’t think I had a breeding kink, but watching my cum drip out of you is making me ready for round two.”
My eyes widen, “I don’t think I want kids, Wes so if that’s something you want we need to figure that out-”
“No, no, shh baby, shh. A breeding kink doesn’t mean I want to knock you up. It just means I like seeing my cum drip from you. It satiates an animalistic desire to make you mine.” He says, easing my worries.
“Oh. Okay. Good. Well, I like feeling you fill me up. So maybe I have one too.”
He chuckles while he goes to grab a washcloth to clean me up. Once he’s done, he goes back to the bathroom to clean himself up and I get dressed again and sit on the end of the bed.
When he walks back out of the bathroom, he has his boxers on. While he gets dressed himself, he asks, “Was that okay? I wasn’t too much, right?”
“No, it was perfect. I didn't think roleplay could be like that, but it was really hot.” I say honestly.
“Good. Because I think that’s something we’ll do again on tour.”
“I’d love that.”
“Me too. Now let’s go eat. Fucking my number one fan took a lot of energy.”
Chapter 41
Wes
Yesterday, Elli showed me all around her favorite parts of Provo/Orem. She drove me past her alma mater, Utah Valley University and pointed out her favorite lunch and study spots. We drove all around Provo where she showed me her old elementary, middle, and high schools, and where she would hang out with her friends after school.
She took me to Deseret Industries, the Mormon-owned thrift store, and I found a vintage Dolly Parton record from 1973 still in amazing condition. The best part? It was only a dollar!
A DOLLAR!
I also found some sick band t-shirts that were only three bucks each. I can see why the thrift store is so popular, since everything there is so cheap.
Sheexplained that the big white “Y” on the mountain represents Brigham Young University and that it’s tradition for freshmen to hike up the mountain and light it up at the beginning of the school year.
Elli told me the story of how a few years back, a group of people, both students and not, hiked up to the Y and lit it up with rainbow lights. BYU apparently freaked out and denied any involvement in the act. They said it was not authorized or sanctioned by the school, and any students involved were punished.
That’s some bullshit if you ask me. Who wouldn’t want to see the mountain lit
Today is Spencer’s farewell. We haven’t seen anyone from her family yet, and Elli is buzzing with anxious energy as she gets ready. I haven’t seen her in a dress like this, it’s much more…modest than what she usually wears.
It’s a pale pink dress that goes down to her calves, and the sleeves puff a bit and go all the way to her elbows. It’s a V-neck, but a higher v, and has a white polka dot pattern and buttons all the way down the front. She’s paired it with brown flats, and has pinned her hair into a bun. She’s got on gold hoops, and is currently trying to fasten a necklace around her pretty neck, but her hands are shaking so bad she can’t get it to clasp.
“Let me help you, baby.” I say gently, standing behind her and taking the necklace from her. I get it fastened, then run my hands down her arms and wrap my arms around her waist from behind. “You look beautiful.” I say, making eye contact with her in the mirror.
“Thank you.” she sighs, leaning into me. “This is how I used to dress all the time. I haven’t put on this dress in months. It’s weird. Like I’m playing dress up as someone else.”
“I can see how it would feel that way. Are you going to be okay today?”
“Yeah. I’m excited to see my siblings, and hopefully Hannah will be here. We better get going before we’re late, my mom will have a fit.” She sighs, turning to give me a peck on the cheek.
I’m not satisfied with that, so I pull her back and devour her mouth. I can feel some of the tension leave her as we kiss and it makes me feel like maybe I can actually help her through this.
“Say the word any time today, baby, and I’ll get you out of there, okay? I love you.”
She nods, then turns to walk away. I give that juicy ass a spank and she yelps in surprise but I’m not sorry.
“C’mon baby. We’re going to be late.” I tease and she rolls her eyes at me.
I can’t even count how many identical churches we’ve passed in the ten minute drive from the hotel, but every time I thought we had arrived, she just drove right past our destination.
