“Wait, but you won’t be able to breathe.” She’s hesitant as she hovers over me, but I’m not having it.

  “Smother. Me.” I grab her hips and pull her down on my mouth so the only thing I can see, or taste, or breathe, is Abbie.

  Her hips start to rock as I eat her pussy, and pleasure wins out. Soon enough, she’s working herself on my tongue, and I reach for the front of my pants. To my surprise, they’re already soaked, and I realize I’ve busted in my boxer briefs already. I’m still hard as fuck and pointing straight up, but there’s cum all over my cock.

  “I want to watch,” Abbie says, and it’s all the warning I get before she’s off my mouth and turning around.

  The next thing I know, she’s back and rubbing her pussy on my tongue. Only this time she’s facing my cock and watching me stroke it.

  “Fuck, I’m going to cum again,” I moan.

  “Me too,” she says, and then I feel her hot breath on my cock right before she licks the tip.

  My entire body locks up—well, all except for my tongue. That’s still working her pretty little clit while her lips part and she sucks on the fat head of my dick.

  While I stroke my solid length and suck on her clit, she laps up the cum from my cock. I’m so busy getting her off that I don’t have time to warn her I’m about to go off in her mouth.

  She whimpers as she climaxes, and the sound makes me lose all control. I bury my face against her slick pussy as I start to cum, and then I feel her mouth sucking it out of me.

  Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine getting to lick Abbie’s pussy, let alone her going down on me. Another man might be sated by his release, but it turns out I’m not like other men. Getting to cum in Abbie’s mouth only makes me harder. The need to do it again and again bears down on me as I pull her off my cock and pin her to the floor.

  “Dress. Off,” I order as I rip off my shirt and push down my pants.

  “My dress?” She looks down like she’s shocked it’s still on her body.

  “Fine, I’ll do it.”

  My impatience must be funny to her because she lets out a giggle as I yank it off her. Once she’s completely bare, I fall on top of her and claim her mouth. When we kiss, I can taste both of us and our releases. All it does is make my need all the more unbearable.

  “Tell me, Abbie.” My cock slides between her wet pussy lips, hard and demanding. “You have to tell me not to cum in you.”

  “I’m not on anything,” she says softly, and I don’t imagine the way her legs spread wider.

  “Nothing?” I can feel cum leaking from my cock as I keep rubbing against her wetness. “Are you close to your period?”

  She shakes her head. “Um, no.”

  “So that means you’re ovulating?” My cock slips to her wet hole, and I feel her clench around the fat head. It’s so big and swollen I can feel it throbbing. “Fuck, now I have to cum in you.”

  “Yes,” she moans and arches her back.

  She’s so wet that I slip in a few inches before she whimpers. “That’s just your cherry, sweet girl.” I bend down and kiss her lips, trying to take the sting away.

  Before long, she starts to relax, and I slowly slide in the rest. It takes a few pumps to get it all in, but when my balls press against her ass, I let out a loud moan of pleasure.

  “That’s it, Abbie. Such a good girl.” She lets out a little whine at the praise and rocks her hips. “You’re so wet and warm.” Her pussy clenches around me as I rock in and out, getting deeper with every stroke.

  “So big,” she pants as she digs her nails into me.

  “Look how pretty you are with my cock inside you.” I glance down between us and watch it disappear into her body. “Fuck, I’m probably breeding you right now.”

  “Spencer,” she begs.

  Her orgasm is so close that I reach down and brush my knuckle over her clit. “You were made for me, Abbie.” Her body shivers in pleasure as she gets right to the edge. “Made to let me love you.”

  Her eyes lock with mine, and that’s when her orgasm hits. The feel of her hot little cunt squeezing my cock sends me over the edge. All I can do is thrust hard one last time and fill her pussy with my release.

  As the pleasure showers over us like falling stars, the only thoughts I have are of the two of us, our lives together, and the possible new life we created.

  I’m so busy falling in love that I don’t think about someone out there plotting ways to take Abbie from me.

  Chapter Eleven

  ABBIE

  I swing my legs back and forth over the arm of the sofa, fiddling with the new phone Spencer got me. I'm starting to suspect he's a magician. He is rather magical, especially that tongue of his. My whole body warms at the reminder. That man devoured every part of me, and now there isn't an inch on my body he hasn't tasted.

  Since he gave me the phone, I’ve taken a million pictures with it. I want to remember every second of being here, and that includes pictures of Spencer and me together. I managed to get a few sneaky ones of him on his own, but I want some with both of us.

  A couple days ago, I barely wanted to touch my phone. Now that I have someone that wants to protect and support me, everything is a whole lot less scary. It’s been a really long time since I experienced that kind of support, but even then, I don’t think I’ve ever had it to the extent Spencer gives.

  My parents mean well, but I was one of those pregnancies where the mom didn't know until she was at the hospital in pain. She didn’t understand why until they told her she was in labor. A few pushes later and there I was, a not so fun surprise.

  They had never planned to have kids and were already in their early forties. When I graduated, they were not only rushing me out the door but themselves too.

  They put their condo up for sale my senior year. I'm not mad about it. My unexpected arrival completely transformed my parents' lives. They didn't kick me out per se, but they helped me get into my apartment and paid for the first year of rent before they took off. Now they’re on some kind of world cruise that extends over years.

  It was never a thought for me to reach out to them when things started to go bad. Over time, the frequency of our calls decreased significantly. I'm uncertain whether this is a natural part of growing up, where communication with one's parents diminishes, or if they simply moved on with the life they originally wanted. The tapering off over time made it easier for me to not get stuck in my feelings about it. I could wish for something different, but what good would that do?

  "How’s it going with the new phone?" Spencer asks when he walks in the room. He comes to stand on the other side of the couch so he can stare down at me. He was in his office earlier taking calls and answering emails. That’s when I’d snuck in and taken pictures of him.

  Every time I see him, my heart gives an excited flutter. I thought it was an expression people used, but it turns out it’s real. There’s definitely something that feels like butterflies in my chest when he looks at me.

  “So far so good. No social media, but I’m logging into my emails. I suppose I can’t completely drop off the map.” I might be locked away here, but the rest of the world is still doing their thing. I have to make sure I’m keeping up on bills and all those boring things in life. “How about you? Did you get some work done?” I slide my legs off the arm of the couch and sit up.

  “I did.” His brows pull together, the flash of irritation clear.

  “Oh, sorry.” I turn so my feet hang off the couch. “I didn’t realize I had my feet on it.” It’s an old habit of mine that irritated my mom. She’d say I was going to ruin the furniture. When I got my own couch, I rebelled and did what I wanted. I’m not the best at sitting still either. I usually flop around like a fish.

  "What?” He looks confused before coming around to sit next to me. “You can be on any furniture any way you like.”

  "Really? I don't want to ruin your things."

  "Abbie, I promise you're not ruining anything." He tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear.

  I've noticed he's always finding small ways to touch me, and I find myself doing the same. Even in my sleep, I somehow end up all over him. However, the last few nights, we dozed off while cuddling, so it’s not actually my fault. I can’t be blamed when he’s the one pulling me on top of him.

  "Actually you should sit like this." I giggle when he pulls me into his lap. "There. Much better."

  "Well, then what's bothering you if it’s not how I was sitting?" I shift a little so I can fully straddle him. "You had this face on." I do my best impression of his scowl as I scrunch my eyebrows while pressing my lips together in a grim line.

  Spencer’s expression was not as intense or dramatic, but it was close. Plus, I'm trying to get a chuckle out of him. The sound is almost as sexy as when he groans my name as he cums.

  He rewards me with a little grin as his hands move down my back and grip my butt.

  “Geoff is staying off the radar. We’ve been trying to have him served.”

  Now the scowl makes sense. Geoff is always irritating Spencer. We’ve spoken more about my contract, and Spencer told me it’s bullshit. Not only what he was asking me to do, but my percentage of the money. Spencer let me know that it didn’t hold any weight. It was clear Geoff was taking advantage of me. And not just when it came to the money.

  “Served?”

  “Taylor has already confirmed that Geoff is behind the harassment. He found out not the legal way, but if I have him served with the restraining order and a lawsuit, I’ll be able to then legally pull his record and have a preservation order issued on all his electronics.”

  “I don’t understand why he’s doing this.” I never had any problems with harassment or threats before Geoff.

  “He wants you, and I don’t think only for sex,” Spencer grits out. Jealousy looks kind of sexy on him. “You’re a brilliant artist, Abbie.”

  “Thank you.” To be fair, the man thinks everything I do is brilliant. At least his expression always shows that. "But why harass me? It doesn’t make sense. His actions made me retreat more."

  "I think he thought you'd run to him for protection. That's my best guess."

  I scrunch my face. “Geoff is not that white knight. He’s not even one of the good/bad guys. He’s not even an anti-hero, for that matter. He just plain sucks.” I give a hard thumbs down. I find people take it worse when you thumbs down them than when you flip them off.

  Spencer chuckles, taking my hand and kissing my thumb. “I’ll get it worked out,” he tries to reassure me.

  “I know you will, but you have to find him, right?” It’s ironic that now Geoff is the one hiding.

  “He can’t stay hidden forever. I’ll find him.”

  I nod in agreement. If anyone can, I know it’s him.

  “Oh! Crap.” Two thoughts hit me at once.

  “What?” Spencer sits up straighter, his hand gripping my hips as his eyes scan the room.

  “I just remembered something.” Spencer waits for me to continue. “I know where we can find Geoff. There is a convention coming up, and he’ll be there. He loves fans.”

  “When is it?”

  “In a couple of days. I signed up for it, and I’m supposed to be there too.” When I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, Spencer grips my chin to stop me.

  “Do you want to go?” he asks, his voice gentle and patient.

  “Normally, I’d be excited about it.”

  “But do you want to?”

  “I do, but I can’t.” I hate that Geoff has this control over me and my life.

  “That’s not what I’m asking, Abbie. I’m asking if you want to go.”

  “I do,” I admit with a shrug. As much as I’d have fun, it is what it is at this point.

  “What if I go with you?”

  “You’d do that?” I sit up straighter, excited by the idea.

  “Abbie—”

  “Right.” A small laugh bubbles free. “You’d do almost anything for me.”

  “Almost?” He lifts one brow teasingly.

  Yeah, he’s right. He would do anything for me. Spencer is a total hero.

  Chapter Twelve

  SPENCER

  “It’s too bad Delphine doesn’t have a sidekick,” I say as we walk into the convention center. Glancing over at Abbie, my chest swells with pride. She’s kitted out from head to toe in her Delphine costume and looks like a fucking badass. Other things on my body are swelling too, but in these tights, I need to get control of myself.

  “Maybe I’ll draw one for her.” She turns to face me and looks me up and down slowly. “But I can say for certain the Superman vibe really suits you.” She shakes her head and sighs. “The girlies are going to eat you alive.”

  “I won’t have time to worry about that.” I glare at the man walking past us that nearly breaks his neck to get a look at Abbie’s ass. “I’ll be too busy punching faces.”

  She makes a sound that’s pretty damn close to a moan as she moves right up against me. “Are you trying to turn me on?”

  “Goddamn it.” I look around the room as I grit my teeth. “I knew we should have done it one more time before we left.”

  “You always get so grumpy when you’re turned on.” She starts to giggle, but it’s cut off quickly when I pick her up and toss her over my shoulder. “I don’t think this is how Superman treated Lois Lane.”

  “He would if Lois Lane had a pussy as tight as yours.”

  “Spencer!” She tries to smack my ass, but my cape is in the way. Plus, I’m not sure she could reach it from my shoulder.

  There’s a coat check near the entrance that’s completely empty, and I stalk over to it. When I get there, I peek inside and see that everyone has already gone into the main event.

  “What are you doing? We’re supposed to be in there.”

  I put Abbie on her feet as I kick the door closed and lock it for good measure. “Well, I need to be in you first.” The cutest blush hits her cheeks as I lift her onto the nearby table. “Don’t worry, I’ll be faster than a speeding bullet.”

  “More powerful than a locomotive?” she teases as I spread her legs.

  “Exactly.” I yank her to the edge of the table as I get on my knees, and her tiny skirt has already ridden up. She’s got on something she called boy-shorts underneath it, but I tug them down her thighs so she’s bare. “Just let me eat your pussy real quick and then we can go.”

  “If you insist.” Her laugh turns into a moan as soon as I bury my face against her cunt.

  I’m addicted to this. To the way she tastes, the feel of her clit on my tongue, the sounds she makes when she cums in my mouth. I’ve never needed anything as much as I need to eat her pussy. I’ve done it three times already today, and I know as soon as we walk out of this room, I’m going to want to do it again. I think I could live my life with my face between her thighs, but I’m not sure how that would work in a courtroom. I’m still workshopping ideas.

  “Do that thing with—” She gasps and then rocks her hips forward. “That’s it, right there.”

  I’ve already solved the puzzle on how fast I can make her cum; I just like doing it so much I take my time. I love getting her to the edge and then pulling back, but right now we’re crunched for time.

  “Spencer!” Her fingers grip my hair as she starts to cum, and I help her drag it out.

  Licking her slow and steady, one orgasm turns into two, and all thoughts of the convention have left my brain. Now the only mission I have is to get a third.

  “Inside me,” Abbie moans. “I want the next one with you inside me.”

  I’m always going to do what she says, even if I’m reluctant to stop eating her pussy. When I stand up, my cock is jutting out of my Superman tights at an obscene angle.

  “Maybe this wasn’t the best costume with children present.”

  Abbie looks at me with hungry eyes as she pushes down the front of my tights and takes my cock out. “I think the glazed donut I left on your face might be the real problem.”

  She guides my cock to her opening, and the feel of her cunt on my cock is heaven. “I love fucking you raw,” I grunt as I thrust all the way inside. “Nothing between us, nothing keeping my cum out of you.”

  “Don’t stop.” Abbie is clinging to me so tightly I lift her off the table and pin her to the wall.

  I’m hammering into her harder and harder as my cock swells with need. “I love how your little pussy squeezes every time I talk about cumming.” Her needy whimper is music to my ears as I grind against her clit. “I love how pretty you are on my cock.”

  What I really want to tell her is I love you, but I’ve got it all planned out, and I want it to be special. Abbie deserves to be treated like a queen, and I’m determined to give it to her. So until then, it’s dirty talk since that’s as close as I can get.

  She pulls me in for a kiss and moans. She loves kissing me after I’ve gone down on her, and I couldn’t agree more. I wish I could somehow be inside of her and licking her pussy at the same time, but I’ll take this instead.

  “I’m-I’m-I’m-”

  “Cumming,” I finish for her, and she does exactly that. At first it’s a soft moan, but when the climax hits her, she screams with pleasure.

  We’ve been alone for so many days that I haven’t really thought about how loud we are when we’ve made love. The house has been empty, so we get to be as loud as we want, but here in this small space where anyone walking by could hear us is not ideal.

  The good thing is, my own orgasm is bearing down on me so I don’t give a shit. I thrust hard one last time and groan with pleasure. My cock pulses as I pump cum in her pussy and cling to her as tightly as possible.

  “Fuck, I needed that.” I’m panting as I bury my face in her neck and then lick the beads of sweat off her.

  “You said that in the garage before we left the house.” Abbie giggles but makes no move to pull away.

 

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