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“Uh, no.” I huff out a laugh. “They’re all siblings. Met them in a homeless shelter after being released from prison the first time.”
“They can’t be any older than thirty…”
I pinch her hard nipple, and she gasps.
“Twenty-seven, twenty-nine, and thirty.” I place my hand under her breast and flick her hardened bud with my thumb. “Fourteen, sixteen, and seventeen when I met them.”
“Homeless…” she breathes, and I know she’s fighting getting turned on while having this conversation. “Ronan.”
I groan. “Listen, baby girl, you say my name like that I’ll pinch your clit instead.”
“I still want… more answers,” she pants, and I close my eyes while taking a deep, longing breath. Then I lean in, lift her tit, and suck her nipple into my mouth before pulling on the bar. Her gasp accompanies her leg lifting and hooking up at my hip, desperate for more.
Releasing her, I stand back up to my full height. “Go ahead and ask, I’m not stopping you.” I grab under her thigh and pick her up. It’s still midday, but fuck doing anything but her today, we can stay in bed.
I’m slightly eager to get cum in her freshly brushed lashes.
Putting my hand to the small of her back so she doesn’t fall backward, I walk us into the bedroom. “Ask,” I say again, before placing my lips between her breasts that are sandwiching my face.
Her soft moan is followed by: “How’d Ken get them?”
“I asked for him to make sure they were taken care of.” I drop her onto her back, grabbing both of her legs and hooking them around my waist. “I protected him in prison, and he owed me for keeping his ass alive, and happily fucked.”
She lets out a half-moan, half-gasp at my blunt statement.
Leaning down I bite down onto her neck, causing her soft coos to morph into a shriek. I suck and lick with need, and although I was already hard as fuck, my cock is now leaking feeling her own wet cunt dragging against my abs.
She grinds her hips against my torso, and I know that little piercing is rubbing against her clit.
I smirk. “So fucking desperate, I quite enjoy it. I do actually have an easy question for you.” I take her hips and pull her away from me ever so slightly, enough I can see her pretty pink pussy bare for me.
I push the piercing down and roll it around on her clit. She grabs hold of the headboard and releases the sexiest noises. She’s like my own personal porn star, using her sounds like someone is listening and trying to get off with her.
“Did you get this because boys weren’t satisfying you?”
“Y-Yes,” she breathes. “They sucked… Oh fuck, right there.”
“Are you done asking your questions?” I look down at my fingers which are already coated in her arousal.
“No…”
“What do you want to know, baby girl?”
“What’s the ‘SIT’ tattoo over your eyebrow for?”
I chuckle before moving her legs up and over my shoulders. “A silent command.” Rolling us over, I grip her thighs with my hands and drop her down onto my face.
I’m nearly forty years old, but when I say I do not know how to handle this situation, I really mean that. I’ve known sharp edges and hard stops. Get in, get out. I’ve spent only three years of my adult life outside of a six by eight room, and none of that time attempting to find a meaningful relationship. Most of it was sex, drugs, and more drugs. I was a mess, and that’s putting it lightly.
So now that Calista has literally passed out with my cock inside of her, I’m not entirely sure what I’m supposed to do. I was going to give her a few minutes until we went again, but when her breathing slowed, low and behold, she fell asleep.
She was a good girl and didn’t put her hands on me, and now that she’s asleep, they’re tucked under her, sandwiched between my stomach and her chest. Her hair is sprawled out everywhere, and I know I’m going to need to start putting it up before we get our fun started again. I’m certain I have it in between my crack and toes.
Shifting, I move her up my torso, allowing me to slide out of her and get her off to my side.
Icouldleave her here and go sleep in the guest room. That’s what my head is telling my body it wants. However, my skin tingles, a sensation of absence washing over me with the thought.
Resting her onto her side, facing me, I comb through her hair and put it behind her back. Her hands are resting in front of her, lips slightly parted as she breathes peacefully.
