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“Right now, I just want to make you feel good, Clara June. And if we start having sex, you’re gonna start wanting to make me feel good, wake me up with your mouth, slide your hands down my pants every chance you can.

Because we feel the same way about each other, I think, and I know that's how I feel about you.”

Another hot kiss, another round of desires to chase.

“But I don’t want you to focus on me. I want to focus on you, because you deserve that, Clara June.

You deserve to be the center of my focus for a while.

” Slipping my hands under her arms, I pull her to her knees.

I dip my head to find a kiss waiting on her lips.

“So now, my beautiful, sexy little mama, do I have your permission to make you come?”

She nods her head, and then I flop down on my back and waggle my eyebrows. “C’mon now, ride this mustache while I show you just how sweet you taste.”

Clara June braces her hands on her thighs, eyes wide, a little smile at her lips. She wants to, but she never has, and she’s self conscious, and I can see that written in her face.

“Climb up here and have a seat before I lose my mind,” I tell her, licking my lips.

Leaving reluctance behind, Clara June does as she’s told and climbs over me, coming to rest on my face. Hovering above me, I take a deep inhale of her pussy, my cock screaming between my legs. I kiss her inner thigh. “Hold the headboard and stay quiet, for Archie.”

She nods and then I grip her hips and force her to saddle up, positioning her sweet cunt over my open mouth, my tongue swiping through her the moment she settles in.

“ Ohmygod ,” the sentiment rushes out of her, all one word, breathy and sexy, and I reach up with one hand and pinch her nipple. A small warning to stay quiet .

Mouth at work, laving and sucking at the sweetest cunt I’ve ever had the pleasure of tasting, I cannot believe the way she twitches and moans above me, how swollen and eager to come she is. To think she thought she was broken, and to see how easily she falls apart for me. It makes my chest ache.

She slaps at my shoulders, my name nothing more than a whispered plea. “Dean.”

I drag my tongue up her slit and circle her clit a few times before slowly sucking it, letting my teeth graze the sensitive, pink skin. She wiggles her hips, she claws and gasps, and after what can only be two minutes, she unravels.

Warm and so goddamn wet, she tightens and releases, coming in quick, potent waves. Her stomach knots with muscle, but her hands return to the headboard as she writhes against my face, nearly suffocating me as she rides out every last wave and drop of her orgasm.

When she’s nothing more than a sweaty, trembling mess, she climbs off me and flops down next to me. Her hands immediately cover her face and I tug them away.

“You must think no one has ever touched me with how fast I come,” she whispers, and I realize now that she must think it’s embarrassing that she unravels for me so quickly. At some point, someone has told her or made her feel like coming fast is bad.

“I think it’s so goddamn hot how fast you come for me.

It makes me feel like I was made to please you, like I exist to pull your threads and make you unravel.

” I brace her legs around my shoulders, and kiss her patch of soft curls.

“You ready for another?” I lick and kiss her clit, not letting her shirk away, though she attempts.

“Dean!” she whisper-hisses, laughing quietly as she attempts to peel my fingers from their grip on her waist. “No, no, I can’t,” she breathes, shaking her head. But I don’t miss the way her eyes snap shut when I dust my mustache over her clit, then press my lips there after, soothing, teasing.

“You can’t? Oh yes you can. You can give me another, and you will. You’ll give me as many as I want, with my name on your lips, because you, mama, are mine.”

Taking her breasts in her hands, she relinquishes the fight, sinking into the pillows with a shuddery moan. “Oh my God, yes, Coach, yes,” she breathes out, and the use of that word, that term, that nickname… Coach.

“ Fuuuck ,” I groan, slipping three fingers inside of her with ease.

She’s so wet and open for me, I replace my mouth on her clit and proceed to suck and nibble as I curve and curl my fingers, driving her wild.

“You are so responsive,” I groan, taking a gentle bite of her lip, then doing the same to the other.

Then her heels are in my lower back, and she’s raspy and desperate, her warm channel squeezing my digits as she chants, “Coach, Coach, Coach,” until she unravels.

My shoulders burn when she digs her fingers into me, and my cock is so hard and angry that my balls actually ache, but right there on the bed, in the span of five minutes, Clara June gives me her second orgasm of the night.

I get to my knees and slide off her bed, popping into the attached restroom. After splashing my face with water in an attempt to shock my hardon away (it doesn’t work), I grab a hand towel and wet it with warm water, and return to Clara June.

She’s stretched out, now in the center of her bed, looking dazed and sated. She smiles when I step out, and reaches for me. When I come to the side of the bed and slip my hand in hers, she gives me that fat-lip pout. “I love your hand, but I was hoping for something else. ”

I tip my head to the side, chastising her playfully. “I told you. Right now, all I want you to focus on is enjoying.”

She nods. “And that’s so sweet. But Dean, please, don’t make me beg.” She sits up on her knees, looking like a sexy little bunny.

“Please, what?” I ask. “What’re you beggin’ for mama?”

“You,” she breathes, her eyes falling to the bulge and obvious wet spot in my jeans. “If we’re waiting for sex, can I at least see it?”

I smile. “Clara June Colt, are you asking to see my cock?”

Her smirk is mischievous and sexy, but her words make me laugh. “Your balls too. A body like yours, the way you make me come so fast, I just know whatever’s under those Levi’s is my next favorite thing.”

“I don’t know how you get me so turned on, but make me laugh all at once,” I tell her, unbuckling my belt. Her eyes widen, and she realizes in that moment that she’s won. That even though we aren’t having sex just yet, she’s gonna get what she asked for.

“Promise I won’t scare you off?” I ask, working the button before I get to the zipper on my fly.

Her nose wrinkles. “Why would you?”

I struggle with the end of the zipper but then I finally get it down, I hold my hands over my groin, and look at her. “This isn’t anything for you to worry about now. And when the time comes, we’ll work it out. Okay? We’ll figure out a way for you to feel good.”

Panic scorches her features, and she looks at my hands guarding my crotch for what feels like a minute, but is likely only a handful of seconds. “Dean, if you’re… smaller than average and that’s part of why you wanted to…”

Right as I pull out my cock, her words trail off, and her jaw goes slack .

I hold myself with both hands, letting the reddish head of my cock hang free, the slit shiny.

“You’re right, Clara June. Part of why I think going slow is good is because of my size.

” I stroke myself with both hands, each sliding down, my entire shaft slippery from precome.

My foreskin swallows up my angry crown and head for a moment, and then I pull my hands back, and it reappears.

A bead of opaque arousal bubbles at the wide slit, and with a small jerk, it slides down the shaft, curving around bulging veins, dripping over my knuckles.

“Dean.” That’s all she says, then she tips her head, trying to understand things from a new perspective. “Dean,” she offers again, her eyes wide, glued to my cock.

I take a breath, and let one of my hands roam deeper, and I pull out my balls.

On a normal day, they’re big. Hell, it’s a matching set, you know?

But tonight, after not jacking off for a few days, they’re really big.

A purple hue clings to them, too, almost like they’ve had to stand idle while their fearless leader eats the most perfect pussy ever.

“Dean…” She presses her hands to her lower abdomen, still staring at me. Finally, her gaze lifts to meet my eyes. She nods her head, just once, singular and resolute, with determination, arousal, and pride in her eyes. “Please feed me every single inch of that beautiful thing.”

Her response takes me by surprise. “You’re not… scared? Turned off?”

She makes a face, one that says what are you talking about you moron, and I take a step closer. “Does it scare you?”

She shakes her head. “No. I want it. I want you.”

I stroke myself again, my biceps torquing with the long tug. “Before we get there, I need to work on stretching you.”

Clara June nods. “You were right. ”

I don’t know what she’s referring to, so as I tuck myself away, I ask, “About what?”

“I want you. I want to wake you up with my mouth, and slide my hands into your jeans, all those things you said I’d want. You’re right, I do.” She watches as I rebutton and rezip, then join the ends of my belt together, pulling tight.

“Well I’m not ready for that,” I tell her, finishing the clasp on my belt. “My sole focus is making you feel like the goddamn queen you are, Clara June.”

Her cheeks fill with pink. I reach my hand out for her and she takes it, and I pull her to her knees, into my arms. “Now how about we go have a late night snack, so you can come for me a few more times before I head home.”

I give her credit. Her face falls, but she catches it quickly. “That sounds good.”

I want to ask her if she is still thinking about Troy, but I know if she was, she’d tell me.

She doesn’t bring him up, not when we stand hip to hip making a box of macaroni and cheese, not when we put our favorite television shows in order, not when I rub her feet and she tells me what the boys were like when they were young, not when I put her on all fours and eat her cunt from behind until she comes not more than two minutes later, and not when she straddles my thigh—on my orders—and grinds herself against me until she orgasms.

When I kiss her goodnight, she isn’t thinking of him. And when she texts me a photo of her curled up in bed, blowing me a kiss in the moonlight, she’s thinking of me.

But I’m thinking of him.

And how that motherfucker isn’t coming anywhere near Clara June and the boys.