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Elijah

TWO MONTHS LATER

Rain is laying on our couch.

It’s late into the night and my face is buried deep in her pussy. Her come is dripping down my chin as I am working her towards her third orgasm of the night. If I were to suffocate here and die, I wouldn’t have picked a better way to go.

Her fingers are tangled in my thick hair, she grips it at the root as she continues to use my face, grinding rapidly against it as I suck her clit. One of my hands is squeezing her breast as hard as she is pulling on my hair. The other is under her leg which is propped up, and trembling rapidly next to me.

“Fuck yes. There. Don’t fucking move from that spot,” she pants while shouting at me.

Her release coats my face. I am a sticky fucking mess and love it.

As I stop sucking her clit, I start lapping her with my tongue, devouring her pussy until the very last drop comes out.

Her grip loosens on me as her leg falls to the side.

I look up at her, smiling.

She has no idea how badly I want to get her clit pierced. Maybe I’ll do it one night when she’s sleeping?

Her head is heavy on the pillow, with beads of sweat dancing on her face. Rain’s chest moves rapidly as she continues to pant.

Whispering through closed lips, “No more. I can’t take anymore.”

Chuckling at her, I kiss her pussy before getting up. I don’t wipe my face, this is too good to get rid of.

As I sit up on the couch, I grab a blanket, drape it over her and bring her legs to rest on top of my lap.

We sit in silence and I actually think she has passed out. Her eyes are still closed and her breathing has calmed. Watching her, I am interrupted by my phone. Grabbing it out of my pocket, I see it's my dad.

“Fuck.”

If I don’t answer, he will keep calling. And a part of me knows exactly why he’s calling now.

“Yeah?” My tone is short. Not because I don’t like him. Because I don’t like what he is going to say.

That familiar deep voice responds, “It’s time to come home, Elijah.”

Rolling my eyes, I brush my hand over my face, “Can you get Rogers to make sure everything is ready and stocked?”

“He is already on it. Your place will be ready for the both of you.”

Then he hangs up.

He knows I have been dreading this, no need to prolong the conversation on it.

Looking over to Rain, she looks peaceful and absolutely beautiful.

Tossing my phone next to me, I whisper to her, “If you thought your dad was fucked. Wait until you meet mine, you haven’t seen shit yet.”

The End.