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She wriggles up the bed, away from my cock.
“What are you doing?” I growl.
“Trust me, sir,” she moans.
I let her slide away. My cock hates the absence immediately. The world is suddenly colder?—
Then she rolls onto her front and sticks her ass up in the air, looking at me over her shoulder. Her ass is perfect from this angle. Juices slide from her glistening hole down her thighs. Her globes are big and round and sexy.
“You want to come in me like this, sir?” she moans. “You can fuck me however you want because you’ve already made me come, sir.”
I grip onto her hips and push my dick inside. She squeals as I immediately start fucking her hard, pulling her against me with each thrust. The friction is enough to make me explode after a few thrusts, my vision whiting out. I collapse atop her, biting the back of her neck gently, as my cock pumps wave after wave of hot come into her curvy body.
Finally, I fall to the side, breathing hard. I love the way she instantly collapses into my arms. It’s like she doesn’t want there to be any space between us at all.
We don’t say anything for a while, both of us recovering. Then she slides her hand over my chest and wriggles up my body, kissing me on the cheek. “So, how was it for you?”
I laugh because the question is so absurd. She laughs too, because she knows it as well. I roll over so that we’re face to face, both of us laughing like lovestruck teenagers.
“It’s not an exaggeration to say this is the happiest I’ve been in years,” I tell her.
She gets a strange look in her eyes. Just for a second. Then it’s gone, and I wonder if I imagined it.
“You might want to stay at your place,” she murmurs.
“Why’s that?” I snap.
“Hey, not like that.” She kisses me again. “I don’twantyou to go. But my alarm is set for six AM. Grandma has been much better in the early mornings lately. I don’t want to disturb you.”
“I don’t mind,” I tell her, relieved. “I could even come with you.”
She swallows. Maybe I’m pushing too hard.
“I could wait outside,” I say. “Then we’ll swing by my place so I can shower and change, and we’ll head into work. Sound like a plan?”
She smiles. “I don’t think any of this was part of the plan. But yes, I’d love that.”
I lie on my back and pull her into my arms again, gliding my hand gently through her hair, feeling I’m the happiest man alive.
As usual, my father’s specter ruins it.
Don’t get too comfortable. You don’t really know this girl.
I push that thought far away.
CHAPTER 17
IZZY
“Something’s different,” Grandma says, seeming almost completely like her old self.
I can’t fight the smile constantly shaping my lips. I feel bright and sparkly, changed, like, after last night, I’ll never be the same person again. But how far can I push this? How long until Aaron demands more?
“Is it?” I say innocently. Despite everything, Grandma is having a good day, or a good hour, at least. That means something.
Grandma smiles knowingly. “I think I know, but I also think you might have a heart attack if you hear your old Nana say it.”
I shrug, the picture of innocence. “I don’t know what you’re talking abo?—”
