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“Oh my God! What? Oh my God!” I scramble off him too embarrassed to even think anymore. I make it as far as the edge of the bed before his hands go around me pulling me back. This time when he sits me on his lap, I have my legs closed tight and won’t even look at him.
“No, no, no! None of that! I can smell you…and you smell fucking delicious. I want to taste you and I can promise you there will be no thinking you are gross, no being weird. I’m not a kid, Marley. I’m a man and I want your pussy…on my tongue.”
Chapter Fourteen
Tannen
Glad I caught myself before I just came right out and told her the truth. I’m not about to let her go. She’s mine. There is no way her worry is founded in any reality.
“What, um, well, if I…that is, how many…?”
“Go ahead. Ask your question, Peach.”
“If I, um, put you in my mouth, will it be safe? I mean…”
Safe. “Yes! Absolutely. I won’t just shove it in and choke you with it. I won’t let it go too far in.”
“What? No! That’s not…is that a thing, choking on…it? I meant…how many people have you been with? How many other women have…?”
Understanding dawns and I take her face in my fingers so she has no other option but to look at me.
“You want to know how many pussies this cock has been buried in?”
She snarls her nose up at the idea and I can feel how tense she is throughout her whole body. She would bolt if I let her go.
“None.”
Her brows draw down and a crease grows between her eyes as a frown blooms on her face.
“None? Who do you think I am? None. Don’t lie to me and tell me what you think will get me to…”
“I have never been with anyone before. I’ve never fucked anyone.”
“That’s not possible.”
This time it’s my eyebrows that are getting a workout as they shoot up so much I’m afraid they’re part of my hairline now.
“Why is that impossible? You’ve never been with anyone either.”
“Yeah, but you're hot and sexy and older and…hot.”
“Just because someone thinks I’m hot doesn’t mean I have to do anything about it. I’m not going to sleep with just anybody.” But her. I should probably keep that to myself for now since I’m fairly certain it will freak her out. “So, now that you know I’ve not been with anyone, do we have a deal?”
“A deal?”
“You can see and play with me, and I can see and play with you?”
“I…what if I don’t want to, um, let you…?” She waves her hand over her lap.
“What if you don’t want me to eat you?” She nods. “Then we’ll stop at just looking or looking and touching. We’ll only go as far as you are comfortable with.”
“How? How will we do any of it with our moms right across the hall? I would die if they found out or heard anything.”
“IF you agree, we’ll start tonight. They won’t bother us after we all go to sleep and I’ll lock the door so they can’t even try to get in. If you get too loud, I’ll cover your mouth with my hand.”
“I…I don’t know.”
“You can think about it. You don’t have to make a decision right away, Peach.” I take her face between my hands, so I know she is listening to me and hears what I have to say, “I won’t ever push you to make a decision like this fast or without thinking things through. Just let me know so we can lock the door tonight.”