Page 128 of You Had Me At Thirteen

‘Wren, please.’ She’s begging like a good girl, so I’ll give her what she wants.

And I have to be grateful. When she’s like this, it’s about the only time she’ll ever do as she’s told, so I’ll take it while I can get it. God knows she’ll be pissing me off sooner rather than later doing something disobedient.

With one of Matilda’s thighs pressed against her chest, I plant soft kisses against her, and flatten my tongue over her clit, sending her bucking her hips.

She grips my hair tighter. ‘Fuck, Wren. That feels so good. I want more.’ She pushes against my mouth, allowing me to glide my tongue between her lips so I can fuck her with it.

She’s a sweaty pool of gorgeousness as she grinds into my face, her hips working with the movement of my tongue, and when I insert two fingers inside her, her muscles clench around me.

‘This is mine,’ I say against her.

She nods, her eyes hooded while she watches me. ‘It’s yours, Wren. Fuck… it’s yours.’

This is a great time to see how far I can push her, so I dip my pinkie finger inside her to lube it up, then I place it at her second hole, pushing the tip in as she squirms beneath me.

‘Wren, that’s the wrong hole,’ she says while trying to pull away.

‘Trust me baby, it’ll feel good, and if you don’t like it, I’ll stop, okay?’

She searches my face for a moment before she bites her bottom lip and nods. ‘Okay, I trust you.’

‘Good girl.’ I give her a quick kiss before I press my mouth to her sweet pussy again.

I use my tongue to spread her while pushing my pinkie into her tight hole a little further. She tastes so sweet, her cum mixed with my saliva, my new favourite fucking flavour. My dick throbs against my jeans, but I’d rather suffocate to death right now.

Matilda grinds against my face, not caring that every time she does, my pinkie pushes further inside her. When I flick my tongue over her clit a few more times, adding some pressure, I send her body shaking beneath me. She grips my hair even harder, tugging at the roots until my scalp burns, but I’ll take the pain while giving her pleasure.

‘Holy fuck, Wren. I’m…’ The shaking of her body cuts her sentence off. The grip she has on my hair doesn’t let up until she collapses into the couch, her muscles going slack as a lazy grin spreads over her face.

‘Did you like that?’ I say, already knowing the answer.

She nods. ‘It was… wow.’ Her voice comes out all breathy.

‘Good girl. Next time we’ll try my dick.’

Her eyes widen. ‘No fucking way, babe. That thing isn’t going anywhere near my butt. It’ll rip me open. How will I poop?’ Her face is dead serious when she says this, making me unable to hold back my laughter. ‘What? I’m serious. You stay away from there or I’ll ban you from both holes.’

I shrug. ‘Fine with me, but you’ll have a very sore jaw after a couple of days.’

She tilts her head before it registers what I’m saying. ‘You’re such a pig.’

‘Yeah, but I’m your pig.’

She pulls me on top of her. ‘Damn straight, now fuck me like you hate me.’

FIFTY-SIX

Wren

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What the fuck?

I bolt upright and listen for the noise that brought me out of my deep sleep. Matilda is passed out next to me, her soft snores sounding through the silence, her cheek and pretty pink lips squished against the pillow.

At first I think I’ve fucking dreamt the sound of shattering glass until I hear it again. Someone is in my goddamn house.

I shake Matilda. ‘Til, wake up for me,’ I say against her ear.

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