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“Did he apologize?”

I snort. “Of course not. He never does–which is a big part of why my mom left the moment I went off to school.” I listen for any kind of ache or wound from their parting but find none. “They’re both happier now. That’s all that matters. I’m just sorry they stayed together so long for me.”

“Oh. I wondered.”

“Yeah. Too many unforgiven events must’ve gone down between them. Who knows? My dad can be a real prick sometimes.”

“Mmm,” Rayne agrees.

“But I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, right, jellybean?” I tweak her nipple.

She squirms, and the scent of her arousal fills the room.

I let out a low growl. “Don’t make that sweet nectar between your legs. I don’t think I can get away with licking your pussy without you making a whole lot of noise.”

Rayne makes a strangled sound and rolls away from me, giving me her back.

I chuckle. “On second thought, maybe I can figure out a way. I drag her back against me and slide my lower arm under her head to clap around her mouth. With my top arm, I cup her mons. “This should work. Right, Rayne-bow?”

She moans against my palm.

“Shh.” I slide my hand inside her sleep shorts to get at her bare pussy. My fingers coast over her slick folds, into the valley below. I take my time, softly exploring, learning all the tiny nooks and curves to her sweet pussy. “I like touching you, Rayne,” I murmur against the back of her head.

Likeis an understatement. There are energy bombs exploding from my center outward, waves of lust and pleasure just at having her small body tucked up against mine, at owning her orgasms.

I stroke her until she’s sopping wet, then screw my middle finger inside her.

She scissors her legs around my hand, her muffled whimpers growing more insistent.

“You like that, Rayne-bow?”

She nods. “Mmmh hmmph.”

I love controlling her mouth. Keeping those gasps and moans as restrained as this little body of hers.

I fuck her with my finger, pressing in slowly and easing out, letting her neediness build, working her up into a desperate frenzy. When her hips are thrashing and she’s clawing at my wrist between her legs, I pick up the pace, thrusting faster. She grinds her mons down on the heel of my hand, stimulating her clit.

“That’s it, jellybean.” I keep working her. She squirms and mewls. “Come for me.”

A few more snaps of her hips, and she gasps and tightens around my finger in the sweetest, tightest pulsing I’ve ever felt.

My dick is about to explode, but I shift my hips back from her juicy ass, afraid I’ll actually try something.

I need to be sure Rayne’s ready before I try to get my own satisfaction. This is about giving her relief. Helping her through her transition.

That’s what I tell myself, anyway.

It’s the justification in my head for what I’m doing, which I know deep down is highly reproachable. But all of my behavior toward Rayne has been reproachable.

And for some reason, every interaction I have with her just makes me hungry for more.

She will end up giving everything to me–every inch of that body, mind, and soul. Soon.

ChapterEighteen

Rayne

J.J., this year’s senior class president stands in front of my English class. “I’m passing out the ballots for Homecoming royalty. Mark your favorite king and queen and pass them back in.”

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