“Show me what a dirty girl you are,” I prompted again. Salem loved dirty talk … on her good days.
With a wicked gleam in her eyes, she pulled the small piece of fabric to the side, exposing her damp pussy.
“Show me that clit.”
With a smile and red cheeks, Salem framed her swollen nub between two fingers.
“Get it nice and wet,” I instructed. I didn’t care how she did it. If she wanted to lick her fingers and rub her saliva round her clit, that was great. If she wanted to dip her fingers into her pussy and rub her pussy juice on her clit, even better. But I gave her the option. Her response, though, was neither.
“Maybe you should come over here and make it wet, Agent Losche,” she teased.
I grinned, knowing that I couldn’t deny her. I lazily stroked my dick as I stepped toward her. For a brief moment, I let go of my cock and hooked my arms under her legs, pulling her to the edge of the counter. I pulled her purple thong off and then lowered my head. After taunting and teasing her with my tongue, I suctioned my lips around her puffy clit and sucked relentlessly. Salem’s hands found their way to my head, and she moved her pelvis toward me, desperate for release.
“Mmm, Garrett,” she moaned.
I looked up at her and massaged her clit with my tongue until she gripped my hair tighter. I knew she was close to coming simply by her body language. When it was clear that her orgasm was inevitable, I stilled my tongue, pressing it flat against her pulsating button. She began to settle from her orgasm, and I picked her up off the counter, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around my waist.
“Hold on, baby girl. I have some of my own icing for you,” I teased.
Salem flung her arms around me as I lined up my dick with her pussy. Once my cock was buried in her, I carried her over to the pantry and leaned her against the closed door. I gripped her hips and moved my cock in and out of her while our tongues were tied. Urgent moans and heavy panting filled the kitchen as Salem held on to me.
“Ready, baby girl?”
“Yes!” Salem replied enthusiastically.
I held her hips still as I growled out my release, sending warm jets of cum deep into her. As we caught our breaths, I held her close to my body. With her snuggly pressed against me, I carried her to the chair and sat down with her in my arms. Salem needed lots of cuddle time after sex. I had learned that pretty early on and always made sure I gave her what she needed.
Giving Salem what she needed had never been an issue. It became an issue when I didn’t know what she needed or how she needed something. I conferred with her therapist and even James. I received some advice from both of them, but I still felt in the dark and inadequate with helping her.
After almost forty minutes of sitting on the kitchen chair with her in my arms, I nuzzled her forehead with my nose. She wasn’t sleeping but had her eyes closed with a peaceful expression on her face.
“Any thoughts on dinner, baby girl?”
“Mmm, I’m so tired. How about cupcakes?” she suggested.
“They do look good, and I think they’ll make a great dessert. But I need something more substantial, same as you do.”
We decided on ordering delivery from a bar and grill that was close by. Delivery time was estimated at almost an hour, so we had time to take a shower together. When we got back to the kitchen, I picked up the envelope that had arrived in the mail today. I handed it to her and stood behind her with my chin resting on her shoulder while she opened it.
Salem read the letter from the school district congratulating her on earning the online credits necessary for her high school diploma. Since she had only missed the last six or seven weeks of her senior year, and she’d provided the school district with the police and FBI reports, she was permitted to take the remaining schooling online so she could earn the diploma rather than a GED.
“I got it!” Salem exclaimed as she flipped open the stiff cream-colored folio that contained her diploma. I kissed her cheek and squeezed her.
“You did it, baby girl. Congratulations! We can put it wherever you’d like.”
During dinner, we kept her diploma out on the kitchen table in the open position. She reminisced about which online classes she’d enjoyed and what she didn’t care for. During the past several months of watching her try to get through the classes, I knew she had struggled with math the most. She was especially thankful that she had passed it.
“Are you going to let your mom know that it arrived today?” I asked her.
The topic of her mother was usually a heavy one. Her mom was consumed with being the shady record exec’s girlfriend. A few days after being in the hospital, Salem told me about the party her mom’s boyfriend had hosted and what had happened that night. It was what caused her to run away and land in Sebastian’s hell.
Exactly how she ended up at Sebastian’s was still somewhat of a mystery. Her story was that she had run away to a friend’s place after the house party, and they had ended up at Sebastian’s. She’d been very protective of the friend it seemed, which had always been in the back of my mind, but I hadn’t pushed.
While Salem wanted her mother to know that she was safe, she didn’t want to go home or see her. I understood and respected this decision. After all, Salem was an adult. I didn’t think it would be very good for me to be around her mom’s son-of-a-bitch boyfriend either.
“Yeah, I’ll probably just send her a picture of it in an email,” she finally said.
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