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Fuck.
When I feel her walls start to throb against my fingers, I quickly pull out, climbing over her pale body and thrusting home as her legs widen to make room for my hips. I tilt them, hitting her magic spot, causing her to gasp.
"Noah, please, please."
I slam my mouth down on hers as her cunt squeezes me tightly when I pinch her clit before wetness gushes out as she squirts and fuck me that feels amazing.
My cum spurts from my tip, painting her walls, and I groan.
Clitter moans louder, and her cunt starts to squeeze me, but not tight enough to make me cum.
I pull out of her while she collapses on her bed. I throw the vibrator on the floor and stroke my dick, picturing my Wildcat, and my cum fills the condom. I pull it off before heading to Clitters shared bathroom, emptying my cum in the sink, then washing the condom before throwing the condom away. I grab my phone before climbing into bed next to Clitter, who wraps her arm around my waist.
I know I shouldn't, but I'll most likely fuck her again in an hour before going back to my room anyway.
As she snores, I grab George's diner number and press call.
Instead of a waitress, he answers on the fourth ring,
"Georges Diner, what can I do for you?"
I clear my throat. "It's Slicer."
He sighs, "I'm sorry, Slicer; she hasn't been here in years. She's missed son a lot, she was my best waitress.”
I sigh and thank him before hanging up and looking at the ceiling.
Four years and nothing, but I won't give up; I can't; I need her. I slowly trace the gold bracelet, cursing myself for not removing it before fucking Clitter.
I shake my head and get up, getting dressed before heading back to my room, where I proceed to kick the shit out of the punching bag Gunner installed for me to take out my frustrations.
Chapter 6
Meghan
"Lilah Rose, wakey-wakey."
I rub my nose along her little button one, and she smiles before her eyes blink open.
Her daddy's eyes are staring back at me.
"morning Kitten."
She grins before wrapping her arms around my neck, and I sigh while picking her up. I love this time of the morning when she's just woken up; she's so cuddly, like a little angel, and she hasn't had a chance to prank me. For the past three months, she's been watching some kid shows where they prank people. Yesterday, I washed my hair with tomato sauce. The day before, I had salt in my tea, and the day before that, I had glitter in my hair spray. How she managed that one, I will never know for a three-year-old.
I'll blame her daddy’s jeans for that.
Shaking my head, I walk out of our room that we have to share, half of it pink and the other half lilac, before going into the attached bathroom and sitting her on the cream counter. I've already run her a bubble bath to help wake her up this early, and she grins at seeing her Barbie dolls already in there. I quickly help her undress out of her sleeping beauty pajamas before helping her use her potty and brush her teeth. I help her in thebath, where she spends at least twenty minutes splashing, and I end up soaked, making me mock glare at her, and all she does is giggle at me.
She's lucky; she's cute, I tell yah.
Once she's out, dried, and dressed, I sit her in front of the TV, watching Princess Sofia with her breakfast yogurt while I clean up the mess and get changed into my scrubs, ready for my first day at the General. I've already done a year of residency in Washington, and now I'm in Houston, Texas, a small town just off the Hudson Bridge. The people seem nice, and Lilah loves her new nursery that's paid for by my employers, so that's a bonus. I guess it helps that I'm one of the top graduates.
When I go to brush my hair and put it up, I pause and narrow my eyes at the hair brush.
"LILAH ROSE!" I shout, and she innocently pops her head around the doorway, her hazel eyes looking so innocent, but she's not fooling anyone. "Did you put green paint on my hair brush?"
I raise a brow at her, but she shakes her head before giggling and running the other way, making me sigh.
