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I still my fingers’ exploration. Did he just ask me to show him my wet fingers?

“W-what?” I stutter, my eyes wide.

“Bring your wet fingers out and show me.” He smirks as he demands it, and my lips part in an O as once again I obey.

Dropping the hold I have on the sheet, my face becomes exposed again as I use my left hand to hold my shorts open, so my wet fingers don’t wipe on them, and I slip them out, holding them up to show him what he wants.

“Fuck, Angel. I want to taste it.” His face doesn’t hold an ounce of the amusement it did a minute ago. Instead, there’s a hunger in his gaze. Want. Desperation.

I can relate.

It’s how I feel when I watch him like this.

“You want to taste it?” I squeak, needing confirmation, and he nods.

“Fuck yes, Angel.”

Oh.

Can I?

Just do it, Abbey. Give him what he wants. It’s what you want too.

“Just reach out and let me lick your fingers,” he rasps, his voice huskier than before, and hell, it’s so sexy. This man is so… hot. Yes. Hot. There’s no other word for it.

Aroused beyond belief, my core flutters between legs, and I find myself reaching out my wet fingers in his direction, desperate to give him the taste he asked for.

Stepping forward, Ringo positions one knee on the bed as he leans in, his eyes locked onto mine the whole time, until the moment his tongue darts out and flicks over my fingers.

His lids fall closed as he tastes me, a groan floating from him before his dark gaze meets mine again.

“Can I suck your fingers clean, Angel?”

Oh, my… that rasp.

I nod quickly, desperate for it, rubbing my thighs together when he growls. Then his lips part, and a second later, he wraps them around my two digits and sucks them into the heat of his mouth.

My left hand presses between my thighs in an instant, the ache there nearly too much to bear, and I have to fight the urge to grab his hand and put it between my legs instead.

That thought is what has me snatching my hand back, and I half expect Ringo to be mad, but he only smiles, licking his lips in a way that has more heat gathering .

How does he do that to me?

Shifting, Ringo stands back beside the bed, hand gripping his dick once again and he starts wanking it faster than before, his grip looking almost painful.

“Hand back to your pussy, Angel.”

I’m sure my cheeks are flushing, but I’m past caring at this point, moving my hand back under the sheet and then under my shorts to the wetness between my legs.

I like how he talks. It’s kind of dirty, although maybe that’s just me because I’m so green.

Whatever it is, I like it. I like the way his voice sounds. The way his eyes devour me like I’m exquisite. The way he demands me to obey him.

Damn, I never thought I’d be happy about that revelation, but with him, I am.

As I start circling my bud with my fingers, my slickness making it so easy, I watch him as he strokes himself, his expression serious, his brows pinched a little like he could be in pain yet doesn’t stop his onslaught.

I’ve tried masturbating recently, and never have I been able to get myself over the line because of the intrusive thoughts.

But they aren’t here right now.

It’s just me and Ringo and for the first time in a long time, I know that I’m going to be able to give myself what I’ve been craving.

As Ringo’s pace increases, so does mine, and a whimper falls past my lips as my pleasure starts racing ahead, no longer able to hold back.

“Fuck, Angel, I can’t wait until you feel comfortable enough to show me how swollen your clit is. ”

Oh my… His words.

Another whimper meets both our ears.

“Are you close?” he asks, and I nod.

“Yes.”

“If I come, will that get you over the line?” His voice is so deep now and there’s an edge of desperation to it as he pumps his shaft, his expression pinched a little like he’s holding back.

“Yes.” I rush out, desperate to see him let go. Desperate to see and hear him come.

“Where do you want it?” he barks, like he’s still trying to hold back.

“What?”

“My cum. Where do you want it?” He pumps his dick faster even as my fingers press down, moving on their own.

“I don’t know.” I shake my head, because I can’t think straight right now.

“I can do it neatly in my hand, or I can just let go and come everywhere. How dirty do you want me?”

I whimper again, his words forcing my fingers to move faster as I start thrusting against them even as I struggle to admit what I want.

“Answer me!” he demands.

“Really dirty,” I blurt, and his pace gets even faster.

“Fuuuck okay. It’s coming, Angel.”

He pumps fast, his hips jerking as he groans loudly, and I hardly notice my hand mashing against my mound as the first rope of his cum shoots from his dick, so far that it reaches the bed.

I come apart then, an orgasm I didn’t think I’d ever experience again detonates inside me so forcefully that I hear my own cries loud in the room, even though I promised myself I’d be quiet.

With each spurt of his cum, I watch on, my climax intense as I watch him release all over the sheets and floor. Wave after wave zaps through me, more pleasure than I ever remember experiencing before, followed by a tingling numbness that makes me fall slack and languid in Ringo’s bed.

I’m panting. Out of breath. I even think my hearing vanishes for a moment.

“Fuck, that was beautiful.”

Ringo’s words break through the orgasm haze I’m in, and suddenly, embarrassment comes crashing in.

My eyes meet his, mine wide, his still hungry.

I was loud.

I just masturbated in front of a grown man.

Shame.

So much shame comes crashing in.

Why are you so surprised, Abbey? You’re nothing but a whore.

Having him see me like this is too much, so I quickly sink down under the sheet and cover my head.

“Angel?”

I don’t answer him, my mother’s voice in the back of my mind reminding me why this all happened.

Movement through the room is what I focus on, willing my mum’s ugly voice away. I can hear Ringo as he goes into the bathroom and runs the tap before returning. Still, I stay hidden away, mortified.

I’m so different from him. Wendy’s words from the laundry room remind me of that.

“He can’t help it if he likes it rough. He likes to choke his women until they stop breathing. He likes to fuck his women after they pass out. He likes being in full control of their body, able to do to it whatever he wants without them saying no.”

She was only trying to scare me, but what if Ringo does like it rough? What if he’s into kinks I don’t even know exist and here I am scared of touching myself?

He must think I’m so pathetic.

So frigid.

The bed dips, and I feel his form on top of the sheet as he lays down next to me.

“Angel, show me your face.”

“No.” I utter under the sheet.

“Please don’t make me demand it,” he says, and guilt gnaws at me.

I’m so pathetic that he has to demand that I do things.

“If you don’t mind, I’m just gonna stay here,” I say quietly, feeling the weight of my guilt and shame.

“Fine,” he sighs, “but I’m coming in.”

“What?”

A squeak flies from me as the sheet is ripped up, the fabric parachuting above us as Ringo rolls under, joining me with his head on the pillow as the sheet slowly floats back down over us, trapping us both in together.

His intense gaze locks with mine before roaming over my face like he’s trying to see inside my head.

What would he think if he could see the truth ?

Would he think I’m foolish? Would he think I’m messed up? Sick perhaps?

“Why are you hiding?”

I don’t answer, my gaze remaining on his as he studies me up close. Too close. I can feel his hot breath, which should repulse me, but it doesn’t. Nothing about this man repulses me.

It would be easier if he repulsed me.

“Where’s rambling Abbey right now?” He smirks.

“I killed her,” I whisper, and he barks out a laugh.

“Come on, Abs, talk to me.”

Abs.

He called me Abs.

Oh.

“Did I do something wrong?”

I shake my head.

“Did you do something wrong?”

I nod this time.

“What did you do?” he asks before his brows draw close in a frown. “You’d better not have been thinking about other men while you watched me jack off.”

I roll my eyes.

He sighs. “There’s nothing wrong with what we just did.”

He knows. I can’t hide from him. He always seems to know even when I don’t say the words.

Still, I don’t say anything.

“Are you freaking out because I’m an old man, as you like to put it?”

I can’t help it. I try to hide it, but I’m helpless to fight the grin that tugs at the corners of my mouth, so I shake my head to try and hide it. But he notices anyway, his own lips kicking up.

“So, just a general freak out then?”

I nod and he studies me some more before he speaks.

“Are you ashamed of what we just did?”

I shake my head, but then nod, and change my mind and shake it again.

I don’t know how to answer that.

“So what is it, Abs?”

There it is again.

Abs.

My name shortened the way my friends did, when I had them.

I shrug, relaxing into the pillow as we stare at each other, and all I want him to do is call me Abs again.

“You know, sex can be as filthy as you want it to be, as long as both parties are on the same page.” Ringo reaches up and brushes back some of my hair the way he does often. “Just for the record, I was definitely into you watching me. I was definitely into you watching me shoot my load everywhere and hearing my grunts, too. Did you like watching that part?”

As embarrassed as I am, I nod, not wanting him to feel ashamed just because I do.

Well, I kind of do.

Shit. I don’t even know.

“Maybe one day you’ll let me shoot my load a little closer.” He smirks even wider, and I know he’s trying to make me smile. Trying to turn my mood around.

I want to hug him for that.

“Why do you want to do that?” I ask him bravely, and this time his teeth make an appearance as he smiles wider.

“I’d fucking love to see my cream glistening your skin, Angel.”

Oh .

He shifts closer and presses his nose to mine, our breaths mingling under the sheet.

“I’d love to see it oozing from your pussy one day. Hopefully,” he admits, and oh wow.

Heat flushes my entire body, and damn it, but horndog Abbey is back.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful like this. Flushed. Glowing.” His thumb moves to my lips, gently gliding over the bottom one. “I’m going to kiss you now.”

He waits for the first bob of my head and I see the long stubble framing his lips kick up before he leans in and presses his lips to mine.