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He draws his hand down my stomach but keeps one arm tightly secured around me. I’m not to move, but as his fingers slip between my thighs to my slit, I jump from the touch.

“Is this my cum that still soaksmycunt, or is my baby girl already wet for me this morning?”

My pussy clenches, and as if on instinct, I wiggle my butt against him.

Is it bad that I want to spend another twenty-four hours in bed with him? Especially as his hips begin to rock, the head of his cock pushing between my slit and giving me that much needed friction.

“Please…” I pant as I press my head to his chest.

“I’ll admit, I’m mad at myself for waiting so long to have my step-niece.”

“D-Don’t call me that!” I wish I could say that without it sounding so fucking needy.

The loud smack of his hand against the side of my ass makes my hips thrust forward. It gives him the ability to grab one cheek and spread me wide.

He groans and moves his fingers down between my thighs, replacing where his cock was and drawing back a line of my arousal. When he grazes across my back hole, I gasp. “Has anyone fucked this ass of yours?”

I shake my head, grateful for that fact. “No, I’ve never…” Oh no, wait, yikes—what if telling him I’ve never had the desire to try it is a total turn-off? What if that’s a dealbreaker for him?

Cal, get it together.

“Never…?” He circles my asshole, and I chew on my bottom lip, doing my best to not pull away.

“Never wanted to.”

All he does is hum and slowly remove his fingers from between my cheeks.

The moment he is beginning to sit up and pull away, I roll onto my back and look up at him. “We can try, I’m not saying we can’t.”

His eyebrow pops up as he stares down at me. “Good, we are going to anyway. If you don’t like it, then I’ll fuck your throat and pussy extra hard to make up for the absence of that third hole of yours.”

I roll my lips together before asking, “Then why are you getting up?”

“We need to eat.” He pauses, studying me like he’s picking up on something I’m not saying. “Do you want to stay in bed all day again?”

It sounds like a real question, but I can’t tell if he’s hoping for it or just being polite. I should just say what I want—that I’d like to stay, but that I understand if he needs to go.

Instead, like the nervous bitch I am, I shake my head. “Probably for the best we get cleaned up.”

As he stands and turns to face me, my eyes go wide at what I see. It isn’t his fully standing cock, but instead all the paint on him. I don’t remember touching it last night, but I was on such a natural high that it wouldn’t surprise me if I did.

There are handprints everywhere, from his stomach and torso, up to his neck and face.

“Going to shower and get this paint washed off. Do you need to go anywhere today?” He heads for the closet which has the linens in it, and I stare at his butt. Dear god, even his glute muscles have muscles. I really should hit the gym or start working out with him, or something. I can’t be passing out every night with how rough he fucks me. I’ll need to get my stamina up.

“Cal?”

“I don’t,” I finally respond.

“Then you’ll keep my cum inside that pussy until I get back later this evening.”

I suck a sharp breath through my nose. “Excuse me?”

He pokes his head out from the closet and stares at me. No words are spoken, but he may as well have read me an entire book with how much his face says.

“How will you even know?” I also am concerned about my pH levels. Yes, I’m weird like that. I like taking care of myself.

As he steps out of view and a few seconds pass, he returns with several towels folded in his arms. “When I eat your cunt later, I’ll know. Why are you asking? Do you plan on defying me?”