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“Baby, you’re doing so good,” you purred, stroking his cheek as yet another shudder wracked his body.

Peeking over his shoulder at Steve, you winked. Steve’s smile bloomed, his hand resting at the small of Bucky’s back gently steadying him.

“You good, Buck?”

There was a sound somewhere between a grunt and a whimper, and you held back your giggle.

Ghosting kisses against his lips, his cheeks, and his damp forehead, you ran your fingers carefully through his hair, nails scraping against his scalp just the way he liked.

His cock hung heavy between you, untouched, bobbing against your stomach with every thrust he took. You ached to press up against him—but that wasn’t what tonight was about.

Shuffling further up the bed from where Bucky knelt on all fours over you, you carefully took his shoulders in your hands and encouraged him to lay his head down in your lap.

Steve took the opportunity to drive deeper, a slow grind that pressed Bucky’s face against the curve of your belly, his guttural moan into your plush soft skin making you bite your lip.

“I know, darling,” you murmured, stroking his hair back from his forehead in time with the tortuously slow strokes of Steve’s cock inside him. “You needed this, didn’t you, hm?”

Bucky huffed a soft yes against your skin, pressing open mouthed kisses into your body.

Above him, Steve breathed out a groan, his dark eyes flicking between where he fucked Bucky deep and where Bucky’s head lay.

“So pretty,” he grunted. “So damn pretty, punk.”

Groaning long and deep at the praise, Bucky’s teeth scraped against you, lips closing on a light nip at your skin, and you couldn’t control the way you jerked up into him.

The rasp of his stubble against your belly, your thighs, and the sensitive skin between drove you wild. You rocked beneath him again, hand at the back of his head urging him lower, until finally his chin brushed against your mound and you sobbed in near-relief.

Bucky caught on quick. He pushed lower, tongue searching for your clit. Your hand in his hair clenched hard, angling him just so, until—there.

Your strangled cry when his tongue pressed and curled matched his low groan at the tangy taste of you.

Bucky ate at you greedily, tongue lapping at your aching folds, drool dripping down his chin to mix with your slick.

“Is he—?”

“Yes,” you hissed, and Steve’s jaw clenched.

His pace never changed, rhythm holding steady, but you felt the shift in power when every driving thrust forward sank him deeper inside Bucky’s body, and Bucky’s face deeper into you. Your hips caught the rhythm, pressing up into his tongue, moaning over the sound of skin on skin.

Your hands stayed woven in Bucky’s hair, keeping him buried deep in your cunt.

He groaned into your flesh when Steve rutted deeper, hummed against you, sending tingling lightening over your skin, but never did he give you his fingers. Your pussy clenched around nothing, aching to be filled, but Bucky knew better.

After all, that wasn’t what tonight was about.

He only pulled away once.

“You gonna cum?”

“Yes,” you and Steve groaned in unison.

Steve fell first. He lost all rhythm, rutting into Bucky with singleminded determination, hands gripping his hips and face scrunched in desperate concentration. Until finally, pressing deep, he came hard with a gasp, pulling Bucky’s hips back tight against him.

Slumping forward the weight of Steve’s body pressed that delightful tongue deeper, Bucky’s nose grinding down onto your clit, and you jerked in his grasp as your orgasm flooded over you.

Your keening cry sent Bucky over the edge and with a shuddering groan he finally came, spilling into the sheets.

Bucky lapped greedily at everything you gave, moaning at the taste, prolonging your pleasure with every swipe of his tongue. You were a quivering mess, moaning helplessly beneath him.

When he slowed, pressing a last precious kiss into you, he rolled to the side, taking Steve with him, using your sweat-slicked thigh as a pillow.

Somewhere between the tangle of bodies, Steve’s hand snaked up to capture yours.

"Hey how was work?" Chris asked from the couch, when you dragged your feet over the threshold of your shared home.

"Chris..." You released in a husky whimper, as your coat dropped to the floor and your shoulders slumped, tears already streaming down your cheeks.

"Hey what's wrong?" He asked with concern, jumping up from the couch and striding over to you with quick steps, taking you into his arms.

You pressed your face into his chest, letting out a wracked sob you'd been holding back since the night ended, while your arms hung limpy by your sides, unable to find the strength to move.

After a few minutes, Chris guided you to the couch, pulling you down next to him and keeping an arm firmly around you while your breathing began to even out.

"Baby talk to me." Chris coaxed softly and you knew you had to tell him. You didn't keep secrets from him, not ever, but you knew this would be a tricky conversation and the fear ate at you.

After a lot of coaxing yourself with deep breaths you finally leaned back to look up at him, sniffling softly as you told him everything that had happened that evening, that instead of getting out of there you let Ransom touch you, that your boss had basically pimped you out, that Ransom had fingered you, had touched you so intimately with the unspoken promise that it would happen again.

Chris' features changed as you spoke, jaw tensing and ticking as his teeth gritted together so hard you thought his teeth may break. His fists clenched in his lap and his body stiffened, eyes narrowing and darkening with every added detail, until you finally finished, exhaling a shaky breath and looking back at him through hooded eyes as you waited for his response.

His nostrils flared and he let out a harsh breath jumping to his feet. He smoothed his palm over his face and then his hair as he paced back and forth, feet clomping against the carpet angrily.

"Baby I'm sorry." You exhaled as the tears tracked down your soaked cheeks, rubbing your palms in your lap. You were sorry, sorry that your job put you in this position, sorry that you hadn't quit when he'd expressed his concern, sorry that someone else had touched you when your heart belonged to him, but apparently that wasn't what Chris was focusing on at all.

"Did he make you cum?" Chris suddenly snarled across the small space with a wrinkled nose and furrowed brows.

"What?" You squeaked, eyes snapping to his, flicking back and forth as you searched for some understanding of where his head was at.

"You heard me?" He snapped more loudly, looming over you with his fists curled at his sides, "Did you cum? Did you enjoy it?"

Your mouth opened and closed like a fish as you tried to process the question, knowing you needed to be honest, but not wanting to be as you looked back up into his darkened stormy eyes.

"I...I don't..." You mumbled nervously.

"Did. You. Cum?" Chris snarled once more, glaring at you.

"Yes..." You whispered, dropping your eyes to your lap in an attempt to avoid his gaze as more tears cascaded down your skin.

"And you let him mark you." Chris scoffed, finger poking harshly at the purple bruising on your neck where Ransom had bitten you.

"I didn't let him." You whispered as you shook, "He just did it."

"I told you to leave that job." He spat angrily.

"We need the money." You pleaded as your head hung in shame, "We talked about this."

"So now I just gotta live with the fact I'm sharing you with someone else." He yelled and your face snapped back to his.

Your body moved on autopilot, jumping from the couch to get closer to him, fists finding their way into his shirt, holding him as close as possible.

He made no move to stop you, observing you with a tense jaw and narrowed eyes, hands placed on his hips while you clung to him like you were afraid to let go.

"You're not sharing me." You pleaded, "I love you. Only you. I'm doing this for you. For us."

"Shit." He whispered and you felt his body shift, his shoulders dropped and his forehead dropped to yours.

"You're right." He muttered quietly, placing his hands on your hips, "Fuck. I'm sorry."

"It's okay..." You whimpered, tugging at the fabric to keep him close.

"It's not okay." He chuffed lightly, eyes darkening as they met yours, "Cause now I gotta claim you harder, make sure you know that no matter what happens with him, you belong to me."

"Chris..." You gasped, feeling heat pool from the way his palms were now clutching your hips possessively.

"And I'm gonna mark you up." He continued in a low growl, "Make sure he knows it's too. Make sure he knows that no matter what he does it's me you'll be coming home too."

"God..I..." You stuttered, face flushing furiously under his darkened gaze.

"You like that huh?" He mocked, "You like me bein' all possessive over you?"

You nodded against his head, swallowing harshly as you felt wetness pool in your panties.

"Yeah you do." Chris smirked, "You like that I'm about to ruin your cunt."

He pushed away from you, quickly spinning you before pushing your torso down onto the arm of the sofa and take fistfuls of your ass in his palms, groaning as he groped the soft flesh.

You whimpered in anticipation as he roughly pushed up your dress, snapping the band of your underwear and tossing it before you on the couch.

You heard the quick clink of a belt and the shuffle of trousers before his cock was pushed through your already dripping folds, filling you to the brim.

His pace was brutal, claiming, possessive, but in all the best ways that had you moaning and whining as he worked you both towards the edge with a firm grip on your hips.

Chris dropped his body over yours, groaning deep into your ear as he smacked his balls against your ass with unrestrained lust.

His tongue darted out, licking Ransom's mark on your neck, before he growled and bit down on the already bruised flesh.

You let out a loud cry, cunt clamping down on his cock from the pleasure that only he could provide.

He sucked the soft flesh into his mouth harshly, not relenting until the mark was now bigger and darker than before, replacing all traces of Ransom with him.

"Who do you belong too baby?" Chris growled in your ear before moving to the other side of your neck, biting down to make a fresh mark there.

"You Chris!" You screamed out in ecstasy, your orgasm just within your reach as his cock pummeled in and out of your cunt, "You."

"That's right, you're mine." He grunted when his teeth finally released your skin, "Not his."

"I'm yours Chris. I'm yours." You whimpered, tears pooling in your eyes.

"Yeah you are." He groaned as he tore his torso from your back, gripping your hips harder as he stood once more, "My girl, my woman and nothing is gonna change that."

"I'm gonna come." You cried out.

"Come baby." He groaned behind you, still maintaining his unfathomable pace with incredible stamina, "I wanna feel what I do to you. I want you to scream my name so loud that people in the next town know you're mine."

"Fuck." You groaned, screaming out his name as your orgasm finally took hold, shooting up your spine and prickling heat across your entire body, "Chris!"

"That's it." He grunted as he chased his own high, digging his finger tips into your hips so hard you would have more proof of his possession come morning, "Fuck I love you. I love you so fucking much. Never gonna leave you. Never. Fuck."

He finished with a low groan, body shuddering as he dropped over you with ragged breath.

When it was all over and your bodies had separated, both covered in sweat and cum, Chris peppered you with kisses, telling you how much he loved you.

As you lay next to him that night, one arm and leg slung over his body like you feared he may run in the night, you couldn't help but worry what would come next with Ransom and just how serious Chris was about not letting anything come between you.

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After a lot of deliberation, you'd decided to brave a trip to the doctor's office, deciding you were ready to take a big step in your personal life.

Doctor Kemp had taken over your local doctors clinic a few years ago and you felt content under his care.

He was always friendly with you, making you feel at ease with your issues and you had confided in him about almost everything. You knew that today's conversation would only be okay because of him, despite how nervous you were.

You entered the clinic with a hammering heart and shaky palms, locating a seat as far away from anyone else as possible, after a quick check in with the receptionist. You were anxious as other patients stepped in and out of the double doors for their own appointments, biting at your nails and leg bouncing as you waited. 

When your name was finally called, you scampered through the doors and along the pristine white halls to Doctor Kemp's office, knocking quickly before entering, after hearing the sound of his soft voice calling you inside.

"Good morning." He smiled at you from his seat by his computer, "Take a seat."

You smiled back shyly, flopping down in your seat so quickly that you winced on impact and immediately flushed red in embarassment. 

Doctor Kemp looked back at you with a glint of amusement in his eyes, lips turned up into that charming smile you'd come to know all too well.

"Hi Doctor Kemp." You breathed shakily as you tried to compose yourself, "Thank you for seeing me."

You placed your palms in your lap, spine ridged and stiff while Steve relaxed back in his seat.

"What can I do for you today?" He asked, steepling his hands in front of his chest, with his elbows on his knees as he appraised you.

"I uhh...well..." You uttered, scratching nervously at your forehead, "It's kind of embarrassing..."

"It's okay, you know you can tell me." He smiled softly before letting out a light chuckle, "I don't bite."

"Okay well..." You sighed, glancing around the sterile room to avoid making eye contact for too long, "I uhh....I want to get some kind of birth control."

"Oh is that right?" Steve replied with a harsh underbite to his tone.

"Yeah," You continued, oblivious to his change in demeanor, "I just don't know what kind of one to get or whatever, I was wondering if you could help."

"Forgive me sweetie, but last time we spoke you informed me you were still a virgin." He said sternly, "Is that no longer the case?"

"Oh, uhh yeah I am." You said pressing your lips together, "I'm just...preparing I guess....trying to be safe."

"You got yourself a boyfriend now?" He grumbled with a raised brow, flattening his palms on his thighs to stop them clenching into fists.

"No, yeah." You mumbled, "Uhh I dunno. Kind of. It's new."

"And things have been heating up?" Steve pressed, "Has he touched you?"

His fingers twitched against his thigh and his jaw ticked in irritation, as he watched your face blush at the question.

"Nn..no. Not exactly." You mumbled, rubbing your hands together in your lap, "But he uhhh..he asked me to touch him..so I just want to be prepared..."

Steve's shoulders relaxed and you watched as he visibly exhaled before his face softened. He reached across the space, taking your hand in his and gently running his thumb along your knuckles. 

Your friends told you their doctors were cold and uncaring, Steve wasn't like that, he was always soft with you and always made sure to touch you in such gentle caring ways, you knew you were safe with him.

"You sure you're ready sweetie?" He asked softly, watching you nibble your lower lip.

"Yeah I think so." You sighed, "I mean I'm 23 now and I've waited a long time."

"I know." He smiled, "You're such a sweet girl, so innocent."

"Yeah well...maybe I'm ready for more ya know?" You replied, unsure whether you were trying to convince Doctor Kemp or yourself, but you were fed up of the things your friends said about you, of missing out on something your friends all talked about like it was a gateway drug.

"Okay well as your doctor I guess I'll have to trust what you're saying for the mental side of being ready," Steve hummed, still holding your palm in his, "But there's still the physical."

"Physical?" You gulped, looking up at Steve's blue eyes with your doe ones, as confusion laced your brow.

"Yeah, your vagina might not be ready."  Steve replied. 

"Oh." You gasped in shock, "Really? But...I thought...the girls said.."

"You think your friends know more than me? A qualified practitioner?" Steve scoffed, dropping your hand in your lap with irritation and you felt an embarrassed flush creep up your neck.

"No. Of course not. I just..." You mumbled apologetically.

"We'll need to do an examination." He interrupted, "Make sure everything is okay."

"Right..okay...sure...yeah...." You breathed, rubbing your now sweaty palms along your trousers.

"Good girl." Steve smiled, suddenly soft again, "You wanna jump up behind the curtain, take your jeans and panties off and pop the towel over your lap. I'll be there when you're ready."

You swallowed nervously, getting to your feet and moving to the clinical bed while your hands shook at your sides. You knew you shouldn't be nervous, Steve had seen down there before, several times in fact. He made sure you had regular check ups, making sure to take pictures of your pussy to keep on his files in case anything changed, although he'd never touched you, not once, just appraised between your legs with a clinical scrutiny.

You pulled the paper feeling curtain across the space, separating you from Steve's gaze and quickly stripped your lower half, before climbing onto the hard bed and grabbing way too much paper towel to place over your exposed core.

"Ready." You gulped nervously, hands desperately pressing the paper to your body.

"Okay." Steve hummed before pulling the curtain back, making your body flinch at the sudden screeching sound, "Comfy?" 

"Mmm it's okay." You breathed with a faux smile, "I'm just nervous."

"Don't be nervous sweetheart." He smiled reassuringly, "Nothing you haven't done before. It'll be just like when you do it yourself."

"What do you mean?" You exhaled shakily as he crossed the room, collecting a pair of blue rubber gloves from a nearby drawer.

"I mean it'll only be like when you touch yourself." He replied, facing the wall with a wide smirk and a twitch in his cock that you didn't see.

"Oh..I..I never..." You mumbled nervously, swallowing harshly with wide eyes when Steve suddenly turned to face you once more.

"You've never touched yourself before?" He asked with a raised brow and a twitch in his upper lip.

"N..no..." You repeated.

"God sweetheart, you're such an angel." He almost groaned, quickly snapping the rubber of the gloves before blowing into the opening, "So sweet."

"Oh, uh thank you Doctor Kemp." You blushed, dipping your head under his gaze.

He smiled back, pulling the latex gloves over his large hands before releasing them to his wrists with a loud slap.

"Okay just relax for me sweetie." He said softly as he positioned himself near your lower half, "Bend your knees. That's it and just let your legs drop open."

You did as he asked, pulling your legs up and planting your feet flat on the bed before dropping your knees to the sides, opening yourself up for him.

"Good girl." He praised, "See. It's okay right?"

"Yeah...okay..." You breathed, feeling more secure knowing you were safe with him as you always were.

"Okay. Let's have a look at you." Steve purred, quickly ripping the toweling away from your core and tossing it haphazardly behind him, tongue darting out to run over his lower lip as he looked at your exposed cunt.

"Mmm. Good." He hummed with a nod as his head tilted to the side.

"Is....is it okay?" You asked nervously, attempting to glance down at your own pussy.

"Very beautiful sweetheart." Steve smirked back at you before slipping his gloved hands onto your thighs gently, "Let's have a little feel, see how she's doing?"

His palms slid along the inside of your thighs until you felt his fingers tickle the outer side of your pussy and you audibly gasped at the feeling, unsure if that was how you were supposed to feel when it was your doctor touching you so innocently.

Suddenly you felt his finger tip gently flick at your untouched nub before gently massaging it and you felt an unusual heat spread across your body. 

"That feel okay?" Steve purred, glancing up at your surprised eyes and mouth hanging agape.

"Mmmhmmm." You nodded with a harsh swallow as he continued his soft movements over your clit.

"Words sweetie." Steve coaxed, "Need you to tell me how it feels."

You took a deep breath, letting your head flop back against the bed so you could stare at the ceiling instead of the way Doctor Kemp was staring back at you hungrily.

"It feels g..good." You breathed, "Kinda tingly."

"Yeah?" Steve purred in response, "You're getting nice and wet."

"Is that normal?" You squeaked suddenly, worrying as you regularly felt that flush of wetness pooling down below, often finding patches of dampness in your panties and you worried that it could mean something was wrong.

"Yeah sweetie, perfectly normal." Steve smiled, "It's a good thing."

"Oh..okay...good." You breathed, shoulders relaxing slightly, although still on edge from where he was touching you.

"Now I'm gonna need you to relax sweetheart." Steve ordered softly, "Take a deep breath. Good."

You inhaled deeply and let out a squeak as you felt one of his fingers push inside of your pussy, curling upwards to stroke your inner wall as his thumb took its place on your clit to continue the stimulation there.

Your stomach tightened, more intense heat searing at your skin as sweat began dripping from your brow.

"Oh..." You gasped at the new intrusion.

"Yeah, that okay?" Steve asked and you had to swallow, reminding yourself to use your words when all your body wanted to do was writhe and mewl.

"Mm. Feels. Good." You mumbled, chest heaving up and down.

"Yeah? You got more of those tingles?" He coaxed as he continued pumping his finger inside of you, dragging the tip against your wall and rubbing over your nub in soft circles.

"Yeah and my tummy feels funny." You admitted with a shaky breath as the strange sensations kept building.

"Good, that's what's supposed to happen sweetheart." He hummed in approval, "This is all good so far."

You let out a raspy moan as he continued working your cunt with his finger, feeling yourself becoming wetter and wetter as he continued.

"God. You're so tight." Steve groaned to himself as he stared at his finger disappearing into your virgin pussy over and over, "Dunno if you're gonna be able to take two."

"Huh? Two?" You squeaked, catching the end of his sentence and lifting your head to stare at him with a small amount of fear shooting through you.

"Of my fingers sweetie?" Steve smirked as if it was completely obvious, "Need to get two in to make sure everything is all good inside."

"Oh, okay." You nodded before dropping your head back down. You were being silly, you had nothing to be scared of, Steve was a good doctor, he'd take care of you.

"Just remember to breathe sweetheart and relax." He coaxed with a hitch in his throat, barely holding himself together as his cock pressed stiff and hard against the inside of his slacks, weeping and needy.

"Okay Doctor Kemp." You whimpered as your tummy tightened further.

"Call me Steve." He rasped as he tickled the tip of his middle finger against your opening.

"Steve?" You questioned, though it came out shaky and weak.

"Mmm. Yeah sweetie." He hummed, "You call me Steve, we know each other well enough."

"Okay Steve." You whined softly before letting out a loud moan, "Ahhh!"

"Oh yeah there we go." He grinned as he pushed his middle finger into your pussy to join the other, "Doing so good sweetie, got two fingers in there."

"Oh god. I feel...funny...." You mumbled as heat spread to the tips of your ears and tingles spread across your abdomen, stomach tightening in a way you'd never experienced in your life.

"That's good sweetheart." Steve hummed happily as he sloppily fucked you with his fingers, "That's perfect, you're going to have an orgasm."

"I am?" You gasped, unable to stop yourself from wiggling and digging your fingers into the plastic feeling bed to try and ground yourself.

"Yeah. Just let it happen." He continued, pressing more firmly on your clit and slapping his palm against your core with each thrust of his fingers, "Let me help you."

"Okay Steve." You whined, back arching from the bed involuntarily like it had a mind of its own.

"That's it. Fuck you're perfect." He groaned, using his free hand to grab his cock through his slacks, squeezing it tightly, "So tight, so wet."

"Steve." You whimpered as you felt like you were about to plummet into the abyss, body overtaken with the strange but pleasurable sensations.

"Say my name baby." He grunted, "Say my name when you come on my fingers."

You felt his fingers curl inside you, pressing on a spot that had you suddenly crying his name as your vision whited and your whole body was taken over by a white hot bliss.

"Oh god. Steeveee!" You moaned with tears pooling in your eyes.

"There we go, there she is." He breathed shakily, slowing his movements to work you through the high, "Keep breathing sweetheart, you're okay."

When your body finally relaxed against the bed, shoulders slumping with exhaustion, Steve slipped his fingers from your core, settling his dry hand on your thigh.

"You okay?" He asked softly, looking over your spent body with a proud smile.

"Mmhmm." You hummed with a lazy nod, "That was...good....I liked it...was it okay?"

"It was perfect sweetie." He reassured you, "I'm just gonna have a little taste to make sure?"

"A taste?" You said, head tipping up and eyes snapping to his, seeing a dark glint in his eyes you'd never noticed before.

"Yeah, you can tell a lot by the taste?" He smirked.

You watched as he brought the creamy coated, blue latex to his mouth, swirling his tongue around the wet digits before sucking them into his mouth with a low hum.

"Mmm god." He groaned, shifting on his feet as his erection throbbed, "Fuck."

"Is it okay?" You breathed, worried by his reaction.

"Perfect. So perfect." He hummed as his eyes rolled in pleasure at the taste of your innocence.

"Okay good." You nodded, pushing yourself up onto your elbows and letting your legs drop flat onto the bed.

Steve slowly pulled his gloves off with loud snaps of rubber, before looking at you with a gleeful smile.

"Get dressed sweetheart and we'll have a chat." He grinned before stepping towards his desk and pulling the curtain across the space, as though he hadn't just seen every part of you.

"So it was all okay?" You asked as you pulled the curtain back, clothes now firmly in place as you crossed the space and carefully sat in your seat, watching his reaction with interest.

"Yes and no." He hummed with a nod as he typed something on his computer.

"What is it?" You replied as anxiety began niggling in your mind.

He let out a sigh before turning to face you, placing his hands on your knees softly.

"You're ready sweetheart but there's a small problem." He said with a serious expression that had you shifting in your seat, hands clutching each other uselessly.

"What is it?" You mumbled as fresh tears began to pool.

"Well you're so tight that it's going to be difficult for you to have sex, painful." He admitted and your eyes widened in surprise, you had never thought about the fact that someone may not be able to fit, it hadn't even crossed your mind. You internally scolded yourself for being so stupid and naive. Your friends spoke about sex like it was so easy, you should have known it wouldn't be that simple.

"Oh." You murmured, "Is there something I can take to help?"

"I think it would be best if you come back tomorrow for a longer appointment and I will pop your cherry for you. I'll be able to do it safely and with minimal pain for you." He said, brows furrowing in concentration to stop the smirk threatening to over take his face.

"You mean? Like with equipment?" You squeaked nervously, cursing yourself when you felt more wetness pooling at the thought of Doctor Kemp playing with you again.

"No sweetie, I'll do it myself, with my cock, take real good care of you." He said softly, reaching a hand up to cradle your cheek with a genuine tenderness, "Then you should be ready for other people."

"Really? You'd do that?" You almost whimpered under his touch.

"Of course Sweetheart. Anything to help." He smiled, "I wouldn't be a very good doctor otherwise would I?"

"I guess not." You giggled, watching as his lips twisted up into a charming smile.

"Okay then." He grinned as he released you, "You go home and get some rest. You'll need it for tomorrow."

"Okay doc...Steve." You corrected yourself with a shy smile before standing, "See you tomorrow."

"Can't wait sweetheart." He smiled, watching your ass jiggle as you walked away, with his lip between his teeth and a promise to his cock that tomorrow was the day he would finally make you his, you just didn't know it yet. 

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