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“Does my age make you uncomfortable?” is my silky question. Her body deflates a little as her hands drop.

“Well, no. I mean, I guessed you were older than me on Friday, but this whole thing isn’t right!”

I look at her askance.

“Did you not have fun?”

“I had fun, and our connection was really amazing, but …”

We’re now toe-to-toe. The fight has drained from Kylie. She looks up at me, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. I move the hair from her eyes and tuck it behind one ear.

“But you’re getting married to my mom,” she whispers, looking at me with confused eyes.

“I know, sweetheart. But this isn’t the right place to have a long discussion about that. I promise I’ll explain everything to you later.”

She looks at me, her eyes wide, and slowly her chin nods. I growl with approval.

“Why don’t we do something fun instead?” I rasp. “Turn around, baby girl.” Her eyes search mine, but I remain steadfast. I know what I want, and if she’s willing to give it, I’m going to take it.

Silently, she turns, trusting me. Good. The girl knows how I like things to be. She turns and places her hands against the cold tile. I put my hand on the top of her back, pushing her down even further so that she’s leaning forwards somewhat. Her butt pops out, and I’m tempted by the huge size.

“Lift up your dress,” I command. Oh shit, I can’t wait.

She swings her head back, eyes wide.

“But Tanner!”

“Just do it,” I grind out.

Obediently, she complies. Her hands shakily move to the hem and pull her dress the rest of the way up, flipping the material over her back and fully exposing her beautiful ass to me. I’m entranced. She’s round, luscious and so sweet. I want it, even though this is absolutely the wrong time.

“You’re gorgeous,” I whisper worshipfully.

“You think so?” she asks in a small voice.

“Sweetheart, Iknowso.”

She sighs with pleasure, and in the mirror, I can see that her eyes are closed as she takes deep breaths. There are so many glorious things I’d love to do to this girl.

I skim my hand over her ass and onto her thigh. My pants are working overtime keeping my erection from breaking through. Fuck! I’ve never been this hard in my life, it’s almost painful.

I run my fingers along the silky edge of her panties. She flinches but keeps her position on the wall.

“You’re drenched, sweetheart.”

“Am I?” she gasps.

Instead of responding, I pull her panties down her legs, letting them fall to the ground with a splat. Friday night was amazing, but I didn’t get a chance to see the ass that I was fucking.

I bring my hand to mouth before taking it to the crease in her bottom. I push my fingers through, finding her tight hole and lubricating it with my saliva.

“Oh my goodness!” Her breath hitches as she balls her fists against the wall. “Tanner, I …”

“Do you want me again?” She hesitates for a second.

“Yes,” she says softly.

That’s all I need to hear.