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Madeline

I spend the next five minutes scolding my father for his rude behavior toward Zane. Just because I have reservations about him, doesn’t mean it gives Daddy leeway to be a total jerk to him and judge him like that.

He argues with me, telling me he doesn’t like what he saw in Zane, and that I don’t need to be messing around with him. Through it all, I hold firm. Despite my misgivings, I’m not leaving Zane without good reason, and that’s final.

Eventually, Daddy gives up, but he does warn me, much to my chagrin, that he’ll be watching.

As soon as my father’s gone, I decide I need to go next door and apologize to Zane for his behavior. I feel anxious and embarrassed by what’s happened, and want to make amends.

I walk over to Zane’s and knock on the door. After a moment, the door swings open and my jaw nearly drops.

Zane’s standing there in a pair of pajama bottoms hanging low, balanced precariously on his chiseled hips, that incredibly sexy V-shape at his lower abdomen fully on display. Down below, his bulge presses against the flimsy material, making my mouth water.

Good God, this man is going to be the death of me! I think to myself. He makes me want to be his sex slave.

Seriously, I want to fall to my knees and take that big fat cock out and start slurping on it like a straw jammed into my favorite milkshake. It’s a nice distraction, but I can’t help how my heart is squeezing in my chest.

I forcefully tear my eyes away and ask, “Are we okay?”

For a moment, Zane stares at me and my heart begins to pound with anxiety, but then he cracks that boyish smile of his. “More than okay, peaches.” He reaches out, grabs me by the waist and pulls me into him. I melt into his body. Lower, I feel his cock pressing into me and I’m immediately turned on.

I’m so turned on that if he wants to fuck right here in this doorway for all the world to see, I won’t have any objections.

Zane must have plans though because suddenly he pulls me inside, closes the door, and hefts me up onto his shoulders. I cry out with surprise, my legs trembling. “What are you doing?” I demand.

“We’re better than okay,” he says as he pulls my dress up and pushes his thumbs through my panties, ripping them off of me. Oh fuck. That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I push my head back against the wall and grip onto his hair as he licks me. Holy fuck. He’s not wasting any time.

He says something about me being a good girl before dipping his tongue into my pussy. “Ohh!” I lean forward involuntarily as my legs tremble around him.

“Zane!” I call out, trying to balance myself. His blunt fingernails dig into my ass, forcing me to rock against his mouth. Holy fuck, it feels so good. My toes tingle and a low stirring of pleasure builds in my core. My back goes straight and my legs go stiff as he sucks my clit into his mouth, and then dives back to my entrance. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I’m going to cum. It’s the fastest I’ve cum in my entire life.

My breathing comes in short pants.

I rock myself against his face and grip his hair tighter, shoving him deeper. I’m so close. My nipples harden, and I want so badly for his dick to be inside me. I need him. My head rocks to the side. So close. He pulls away and I almost curse at him for leaving me on edge, but he quickly shoves two fingers inside and massages my clit with his tongue. Fuck yes! His fingers mercilessly stroke my G-spot and he bites down lightly on my clit. Oh shit! YES!!

My back bows, and I let out a strangled cry.

“Fuck!” I scream out as he acts like he’s starving and my release crashes through me. My pussy clenches around his tongue, and he groans as I feel the pool of arousal leak down my thighs. My cheeks heat with embarrassment, but I feel so fucking good I’m not sure I care all that much. He keeps lapping at me until I’m limp.

He gently sets me down on shaky legs. I lean against the wall and catch my breath.

“My peach is juicy,” he says with a smirk as he wipes my cum from his face. I feel that heat in my cheeks again and try to right myself.

I’m out of breath and shocked, and I don’t know what to say.

“Come on, I want to take you somewhere,” Zane says to me after our explosive oral session. I’m barely over my orgasm, my legs still trembling. It’s amazing what Zane can do with his mouth and those powerful jaws.

Just remembering the way he suctioned my pussy makes me want to experience it again… and again… and again.

“Where?” I ask, feeling completely off-balance.

“A date,” he says simply. “You’re delicious and all, but I gotta eat a bit more tonight.”

I rock nervously on my heels, feeling stupid for even asking after that. “So we’re good? My Daddy–”

Zane puts a finger over my lips. “We’re good, peaches,” he says and starts to say something else, and I can feel my heart beating faster. I love you. I know that’s what he was going to say, but instead his mouth slams shut.

I feel a tinge of disappointment, but I shove it down.

I bite my lip, debating on saying it first. But no, that’s not fucking happening. I pull up my bra strap and then pull my dress down.

“Dinner it is.” I give him a small smile and I can tell he’s waiting on me to say more. But he’s not getting it.

If he thinks I’m going to be the first to say I love you, he’s wrong about that. Just as soon as the smug thought comes to mind, I realize maybe he wasn’t going to say that.

Insecurity sweeps through me. Fuck. When did I let this happen? I love him. The realization hits me hard, but it’s true. It just happened so naturally with all the time we’ve been spending together lately that I wasn’t even aware of it until now. I’m in love with Zane… but he’s a bad boy. I’m sure he doesn’t love me. Guys like him don’t fall in love.

It’s only a matter of time before he leaves me.

“Let’s go, peaches.” He wraps his arms around me and I do my best to forget my father’s advice screaming in my head and ignore the painful insecurities telling me I need to end this before he breaks my heart.

He plants a kiss on my cheek and opens the door.

I know he’s bad for me, and this is really going to hurt when he ends it. I won’t tell him I love him, but I’m done pushing him away.

I may not say it out loud, but I fucking love him. How the hell did I let that happen?Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.