I miss her mouth, and I miss her being near me.
She licks all the way to the shaft, stroking it up and down while she sucks on the tip.
My heart beats loudly in my ears, and the tip of my dick tingles.
“I’m about to come.”
She continues to suck.
Several seconds later, I come in her mouth, and then I watch her swallow it.
I spread her legs apart, moving her silk panties to the side and licking her clit again. I can’t help myself.
How I miss tasting my princess.
How I miss consuming my princess.
I can’t wait to make her come for the rest of our lives.
She rides my face, yanking my hair as she screams my name.
I lick up her cum like I’m dying, and she tries to get up, but I hold her in place.
“Please, Irvin. I can’t take it anymore.”
I let her go.
She hurries up and climbs under her colorful blanket. Then I remove my shoes and shirt and slide into bed with her.
“Go to sleep. We have class in the morning.”
I can’t wait to have her as my wife, keep her close, and make her come every night.
I just need to be patient.
I can tell by the look on her face that she wants to argue, but she shakes her head and cuts off the light.
I pull her into my arms, and she leans into my chest, gripping me tight like I’m a teddy bear. It’s comforting, as I have yearned for her touch.
“Is everything okay, my princess?”
“Yes. It’s just that it feels nice to feel pleasure and not be in constant fear.”
Soon after, her light snores fill the room.
Who hurt her?
What is she running from?
I need to know.
I have to know.
So I can protect her.
Irvin
The next morning, I stop by my father’s home before my noon classes start. He informed me that he wanted to speak to me about something important concerning Lilac. I find him in his study, leaning back in his mahogany chair, sipping from a crystal glass, which I assume is filled with bourbon.
