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high profile case got me readmitted without question. I graduated at twenty-six, I’m thirty-two, and obviously suck at math.” Shit, has it really been almost seven years?
“That’s big margin of error counselor.”
I rolled my eyes, “Don’t get cute. I don’t think about it, and you caught me off guard. I probably said that because the last time somebody asked me how long it had been, it was four years.” I explained to him, and myself. It’s really the only reason I can think of, but then again, thinking right now is becoming difficult between yawns.
“Go lay down, you look tired.”
I sneered at him, “Save whatever bullshit you have planned for me until tomorrow, maybe then I can enjoy it enough to piss you off again.” I turned to sit on the blankets and pull my boots off.
He sat down next to me and did the same. “Seven years?”
“Give or take.” I looked over at him. “What difference does it make?”
He looked bewildered for second, “None, except I thought you were younger.”
I laughed and shoved his shoulder before laying back to kick out of my jeans and cover up. I yawned again before saying into my arm I used for a pillow when he was ignoring me, “What? Now I’m too old for you?”
“No, not at all.” He remained sitting up at my feet. “How old do you think I am?”
“Mentally or physically?” I asked through a yawn.
“Both.” He replied without skipping a beat.
“Twelve and about forty-two, three. I don’t know.” I turned my head so he can’t see my face. Maybe he’ll stop with the questions and let me sleep.
“Twelve?” He sounded hurt.
“Goodnight Turner.” I scolded him like he seven reading under the sheets with his flashlight.
“Sleep well Peach.” His voice was barely audible as I fell hard into sleep.
4
I’d managed to skirt my punishment last night, but this morning I was being given a choice.
“Are you serious? I feel like I’m being blackmailed.” I complained looking into those ice cold eyes.
“It’s either that or you don’t sit for a week. You decide.” He’s laying back like a fat cat with his hands behind his head.
I sighed trying to think. My choices are, blow him, or take my spanking, which he promised would be very painful, but pleasurable beyond measure, if he allowed. The man is just plain mean.
Since I haven’t had my coffee, and early morning pain is a lot less tolerable than early morning cum, I went for his belt. Before I got his zipper down he was ready to burst through his boxers. He grows fast.
I settled myself down on my side with the back of my head to him and went to work. He’s actually not bad, soft smooth skin, nice firm form. Not that I’m an expert, but being a tomboy growing up and around all my dad’s buddies you hear shit, or see shit. When you hunt and camp with men who are in no way attracted to you, they tend to forget themselves and pee wherever they want.
I can’t take him all the way, but I found myself enjoying his reaction. He moaned a few times, stopped me twice, and never tried to guide me. I let my hand that wasn’t helping my mouth lightly slide down his thigh.
It brought on a nice long, low, deep groan, that had him arching slightly under me. I took it a step further and dug my fingernails into his thigh and dragged them up to his balls.
“Ah shit Peach!!” He came instantly for me.
My ego did somersaults. I’d just brought this man to his figurative knees. I licked him clean and blew a light tickling breeze across hit tip.
“Ah!!” He grabbed my hair and sat up so fast it startled me. He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me up and under him for a kiss that was not only forceful but needy. There’s a neediness in this man that speaks volumes. He needs a woman, but not just any woman. He needs a crutch, reinforcement, love. Turner is a man changing. A man who is realizing he needs more.
He quickly found me with his fingers and pushed into me. His breath is hot and
“That’s big margin of error counselor.”
I rolled my eyes, “Don’t get cute. I don’t think about it, and you caught me off guard. I probably said that because the last time somebody asked me how long it had been, it was four years.” I explained to him, and myself. It’s really the only reason I can think of, but then again, thinking right now is becoming difficult between yawns.
“Go lay down, you look tired.”
I sneered at him, “Save whatever bullshit you have planned for me until tomorrow, maybe then I can enjoy it enough to piss you off again.” I turned to sit on the blankets and pull my boots off.
He sat down next to me and did the same. “Seven years?”
“Give or take.” I looked over at him. “What difference does it make?”
He looked bewildered for second, “None, except I thought you were younger.”
I laughed and shoved his shoulder before laying back to kick out of my jeans and cover up. I yawned again before saying into my arm I used for a pillow when he was ignoring me, “What? Now I’m too old for you?”
“No, not at all.” He remained sitting up at my feet. “How old do you think I am?”
“Mentally or physically?” I asked through a yawn.
“Both.” He replied without skipping a beat.
“Twelve and about forty-two, three. I don’t know.” I turned my head so he can’t see my face. Maybe he’ll stop with the questions and let me sleep.
“Twelve?” He sounded hurt.
“Goodnight Turner.” I scolded him like he seven reading under the sheets with his flashlight.
“Sleep well Peach.” His voice was barely audible as I fell hard into sleep.
4
I’d managed to skirt my punishment last night, but this morning I was being given a choice.
“Are you serious? I feel like I’m being blackmailed.” I complained looking into those ice cold eyes.
“It’s either that or you don’t sit for a week. You decide.” He’s laying back like a fat cat with his hands behind his head.
I sighed trying to think. My choices are, blow him, or take my spanking, which he promised would be very painful, but pleasurable beyond measure, if he allowed. The man is just plain mean.
Since I haven’t had my coffee, and early morning pain is a lot less tolerable than early morning cum, I went for his belt. Before I got his zipper down he was ready to burst through his boxers. He grows fast.
I settled myself down on my side with the back of my head to him and went to work. He’s actually not bad, soft smooth skin, nice firm form. Not that I’m an expert, but being a tomboy growing up and around all my dad’s buddies you hear shit, or see shit. When you hunt and camp with men who are in no way attracted to you, they tend to forget themselves and pee wherever they want.
I can’t take him all the way, but I found myself enjoying his reaction. He moaned a few times, stopped me twice, and never tried to guide me. I let my hand that wasn’t helping my mouth lightly slide down his thigh.
It brought on a nice long, low, deep groan, that had him arching slightly under me. I took it a step further and dug my fingernails into his thigh and dragged them up to his balls.
“Ah shit Peach!!” He came instantly for me.
My ego did somersaults. I’d just brought this man to his figurative knees. I licked him clean and blew a light tickling breeze across hit tip.
“Ah!!” He grabbed my hair and sat up so fast it startled me. He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me up and under him for a kiss that was not only forceful but needy. There’s a neediness in this man that speaks volumes. He needs a woman, but not just any woman. He needs a crutch, reinforcement, love. Turner is a man changing. A man who is realizing he needs more.
He quickly found me with his fingers and pushed into me. His breath is hot and
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