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Finally arriving at the middle school, my eyes widen, just like the first time, at the tall brick archway of the entrance with the school name plastered across the front. Even seeing it a couple of days ago, I’m still in awe of how grand it is. It’s twice the size of the giant building at the SOK compound.
Hundreds of kids are walking up the few steps toward the sets of doors, and while I’m okay with groups of people—mostlywhen Bear is around—this just seems like too much to deal with on a daily basis.
“Can you take my scooter and bring it back after school?” Paxton is raring to go. Even though his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes, he still seems excited about today. The last time he attended school was about three years ago so I can only imagine he’s looking forward to spending time with people his own age.
“Sure thing, Son.” Every time Bear says the word ‘son’ to Paxton, I see a little spark of light in each of their eyes. It’s as though Paxton was always supposed to be a part of Bear’s life, and therefore my life.
I just hope that whatever we have to do to keep him with us in the long-term isn’t too difficult. Mac assured me it’ll be easy as pie, but Bear has been more honest and we’ve talked about what a long process this could be.
Ultimately, Paxton gets to decide and as long as he wants to be with us, we’d never deny him.
To be thinking in terms of ‘we’ like this is surreal too.
Six months ago, I was wearing nothing but a collar around my neck and a pair of stupidly high heels on my feet as I served food and drinks to Master’s dinner guests—the only part of that evening I care to remember.
Now, I’m happier than I ever thought possible with a man who adores me and a twelve-year-old kid with attitude to spare. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Sit on my face, Baby Girl.”
We’re both naked, on the couch, with all the curtains drawn, windows and doors locked, and Bear scooches down so his head is against the armrest.
“But won’t that hurt or… you know…?” Everything he does to me is out-of-this-world amazing, especially the things he does with his talented tongue, but I’m not sure if what he’s asking is safe.
Although, I guess it is or he wouldn’t suggest it.
“No? I don’t know?” There’s a smirk tugging at his lips and I narrow my eyes playfully. This is his way of making me say the thing I’m not saying.
“Could you suffocate?” A flush rushes up my neck to my cheeks, and while I don’t seem to have any problems doing the things, talking about them is not quite so comfortable and easy.
“I’d die the happiest and luckiest man in the world with you decorating my face with your sweet cum, but no, Baby Girl, you won’t hurt me and I won’t suffocate. Now get your sexy ass up and let me taste you.” The way he speaks those dirty words to me does things to my core and, not for the first time, I thank the gods for allowing me to find the joy in something that could have destroyed me.
And Bear.
Bear deserves the universe and there aren’t enough words in the dictionary for me to ever thank him sufficiently.
I do as he asks, moving from straddling his waist to sitting over his face, and he wastes no time.
“Oh, gods…” I moan, uncontrollably, as his tongue begins working its magic against my clit. His low growls, like he’s enjoying a feast, urge me to move with the feeling, chasing the fast-building orgasm.
I gasp when I feel a finger being pushed into me and fireworks explode behind my eyes.
“Yes!”
One of his large hands is gripping my ass cheek, helping to guide my movements as my orgasm almost overwhelms me and my body jerks from all the sensations rolling through me. Slowly, I move back down his body, much to the disgruntlement of Bear, and he gently nips at my inner thigh.
“I can never get enough of your sweet pussy.” Bear licks his lips, his dark eyes promising pleasure.
“I love you… and Ilovethat, but we have to shower before we pick Paxton up from school.” Grinning, I jump up from straddling him before leaning down to peck his soft lips. Then, I run up the stairs, giggling when I hear him chasing me.
“Then I guess we better make this one real quick!”
An hour later and we’re running a little behind. We’re two minutes away from the school and I’m feeling anxious about whether Paxton’s going to wonder where we are if he comes out before we arrive. Bear’s strong fingers are linked with mine as we speed walk the rest of the way.
My eyes widen when I see him, because he’s not alone, and it’s very obvious that’s not a student or teacher he’s talking to. The man is dressed in dirty sweatpants and a threadbare sweater, his hair mussed across his head… but it’s the stance he has over Paxton that has my back strengthening.
I know Bear sees it too because his grip on my hand has tensed.
We get close and I notice Paxton’s head is down and he’s looking to the ground, he’s not the confident young boy I’m used to seeing and I don’t like it.