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“What?”

“You heard me. I want to watch as you make yourself come.”

“Nix, I—“

“No arguing. Let me see.” I said as I reached for her hand and moved it between her legs. “Show me.”

With hesitation she slowly slid her middle finger between her legs and closed her eyes at the sensation. It wasn’t enough. I wanted more.

I lifted her legs so I could see clearly, “Open your eyes, look at me. I want you to see how much I want you.”

She obeyed, and I nearly died as her fingers disappeared into her folds and began a rhythmic motion around her clit.

“That’s it, there’s my good girl.” I groaned as I watched her and listened to the sounds of her fingers moving through her slick wetness. The movements mesmerized me and I wanted nothing more than to tear her hand away and suck on that clit of hers, but she was so close already I didn’t dare stop her.

“Fuck, Hattie, you’re so beautiful.” Her breathing increased and her legs shook as the tidal wave of her first orgasm crashed into her. I couldn’t take it anymore, thankful I had already lost my clothes. I moved over her body and pulled her hand away. As soon as I lined myself up, I pushed into her, feeling her walls quiver around my cock as she gripped my arms and screamed out her release.

“Nix, fuck, please...”

She was gasping for air and panting between each word, but she didn’t need to say a thing. I knew what she needed. I neededit too. I reached my arms around her and pulled her to me, sitting back up with my cock deep inside her as she straddled my body. Her body was relaxed from the vodka and orgasm and I took full advantage, pressing up into her sweet core as I pulled her to me and held her tight.

She gasped each time I hit that sensitive spot deep inside of her and adjusted her legs so she could spread them even further, allowing me deeper with each thrust.

“Yes. Just. Like. That.” she said as her head fell back and I pulled her breast into my mouth, sucking hard on her nipple as she arched her back, bringing it even closer to me.

“You are fucking amazing.” I said as I continued to thrust up into her and she began rocking her hips, grinding her clit into my shaft piercing that I had gotten years ago just for her.

My balls tingled with the sensation that I was about to lose it so I reached up between us and tightened my hand around her neck. She gasped at the feel of it and reached for my arm, but instead of pulling me away, she pushed upward, signaling for more. My little girl wanted to play rough, but I couldn’t leave a bruise. Not tonight. I held her tight enough, but she still wasn’t having it. I felt her press her neck forward into my hand and loosened my grip just a bit so I could let her take what she wanted without causing any major problems for us over the weekend.

The last bit of pressure was all she needed. Her recovery time was always impressive, but I know it had been the time lost between us that allowed her to come again so quickly. I was about to shoot off into her and I was already thinking about bending her over the desk for a round two.

Her body tensed, and that’s when I knew she was ready. I tightened my grip again and she let her hand fall, leaving me to control what happened next. Her eyes closed and her body trembled as I reduced her airflow and the freight trainof pleasure hit her. I grunted and pumped my hips, emptying myself into her as I loosened my hold and she took in a deep, gasping breath of air. Her body fell onto my chest and I held her tightly as my cock twitched inside of her, releasing every last drop I had to give.

Chapter Four

Hattie

Sitting around a dinner table on Christmas Eve with my ex and his entire family, slightly hungover and sore from being fucked until I collapsed, was the last thing I was in the mood to do. My body ached all over and I was on edge sitting next to Nix throughout the entire meal. Every time his thigh even touched mine, I would jump.

“Hattie, are you okay? You haven’t touched your wine?” Mrs. Stratford asked, pointing to my glass.

“Oh, I’m fine. Nix and I grabbed a couple of drinks earlier and I just don’t want to overdo it.”

“See, I knew it would be good for him to bring you into town. You told me about your visit with your mom, but you didn’t tell me about anywhere else he took you.”

“Mom.” Nix said with a warning in his voice I didn’t understand. “That’s enough. Let Hattie relax.”

“I am son. I’m just curious about how your day went.”

“It was great, Mrs. Stratford. Thank you again for letting me stay here.”

“Of course, darling, you know my home is always open to you. You have been part of our family for longer than I remember.”

“I remember.” Julius jumped in, “Nix brought her home in the third grade. Remember that? You had two skinned knees and were crying like a girl.”

“I am a girl.” I said, throwing a dinner roll across the table at him. Unfortunately, he caught it.

“Whatever, you were such a wimp, and he carried you in here like some sort of superhero.”