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a long hug as she talked about her father. Patrick had been uncomfortably aware of her proximity within a few moments of her sitting on him. His cock had started to harden, but somehow he’d forced away his inappropriate response to the young woman who wasn’t quite eighteen.
    Focusing on the look of pleading on his friend’s face right before he’d pulled the trigger had kept his raging hard-on in check. The same friend who had been this girl’s only family in the world, who had been a devoted and loving father, even if he had been a sly, betraying bastard to his other family. Yeah, guilt was amazing for keeping a dick soft.
    It wasn’t working this time though. His dick was hard and full, jutting upward as though stretching to reach her.
    He stalked toward the bed, enjoying the slight flash of fear crossing her face as she seemed to realize she was finally getting what she’d wanted. Did she have second thoughts? If so, too fucking bad. She was his now. Maybe only for tonight. Maybe? Certainly only for tonight, which gave him all the more incentive to make it an unforgettable night for both of them.
    “You look awfully good lying there, honey. Lay back and part those sweet little thighs farther for me. I want to spend the next hour or so snacking on that sweet little pussy before ever putting my cock in it.”
    She moaned at his words, instantly complying with his commands. She spread her thighs so wide that her puffed labia naturally parted more, allowing him to see the fully swollen clitoris beckoning him. He settled between her thighs, taking a moment to get comfortable, because he planned to stay a while. Patrick slipped his hands under her buttocks to lift her closer to him, and he spent a minute inhaling her aroma. Fresh from the shower, she smelled predominantly of citrus and vanilla, but her own unique scent underlay at all, making his mouth water.
    He looked at the pink perfection before him, gaze drawn to the steady release of her arousal dripping from her. He couldn’t rein in the impulse any longer, and he bent his head to follow the stream trickling down her lips. She gasped when he licked the spot, swirling his tongue around all of the exterior before he allowed the appendage to plunge inside her.
    She squealed and arched off the bed, necessitating his hold on her to tighten. He clamped his hands on her hips instead of her ass, pressing her to the bed. His weight followed, anchoring her downward, forcing her to stay put. He knew it would be even more torturous for her that way, but her orgasm would be insanely intense.
    He denied himself the sweet siren call of her clit for the longest time, instead choosing to nibble and suck the outside of her lips, with an occasional plunge of his tongue deep inside her for more of her sweet nectar.
    Her hand suddenly clenched in his hair, pulling hard enough to hurt as she tried to shove his face more deeply inside her cunt. He chuckled against it, which made her shiver, before lifting his head. “I’m in control here, honey. Don’t try to set the pace.”
    “Please, please, Patrick. Please just taste me, get me off, do something. But please stop teasing me.”
    He laughed again before lowering his head. “You’ve been teasing me since the moment you got home, so I think it’s my turn now.”
    “Sadistic asshole,” she accused just before she moaned when he dipped his tongue into her again, stabbing lightly at the area between her opening and her clit with the very tip, teasing her without allowing her enough sensation to find release.
    Her hands tightened in his hair again, trying to force him closer now, and he frowned. With a sigh of reluctance, he released her and pulled back.
    She looked up at him with surprise, her worry evident. “Are you leaving?”
    He shook his head as he got up off the bed and went to where her robe had fallen on the floor. The silk sash was easy to retrieve from it, and he returned to the bed. “Hold on to the