his erection even harder, swirling his thumb around the tip on the upstroke, imagining it was her tongue. “Yes… please… I want to feel your mouth on me.” She hadn’t granted him the pleasure of reciprocating the day before, and the only thing he’d been able to think about since then that wasn’t a direct memory of their encounter was how it might feel to have her beautiful, plump lips wrapped around his cock.
Smelling her delectable pussy while he stroked himself made it that much easier to imagine having her on top of him, facing away as she took him in her mouth, leaving him to feast on her yet again. He could hear her muffled cries as she moaned around him, letting him thrust between her lips over and over again. “Oh fuck… yes!”
His entire body began to shudder, and he knew that he was close. With a supreme effort, Ethan pulled her panties away from his face and wrapped them around his cock, stroking himself roughly until he was spurting his release all over the fabric.
Despite what he had just done to them, he was unable to let go of her panties, choosing instead to curl up on his side and clutch them to his chest like a beloved stuffed animal.
After that, the room was completely silent except for the quiet “Thank you” he whispered into his pillow.
He had no nightmares that night.
Chapter 8
Sunday absolutely sucked.
Lily was a cranky shit the entire day, scowling to herself as she cooked even more stupid fucking deer meat for George, making sure to use his stupid “special” dry rub. She understood hunting as a sport, but kept wondering why the hell they had to actually eat the shit he killed so much. Couldn’t he hand it out at the school? Or sell it to a restaurant?
She usually loved Sunday dinner with her father. It was the one day he stayed home and spent time with her, and sometimes Scott would come over and make it feel like a real family dinner. It was the one day she looked forward to, always viewing it as a true day of rest with a lovely dinner to top it off.
That Sunday was no different than any other Sunday, but for some reason everything kept pissing her off. When she watched her father sitting on his lazy ass in front of the TV while she prepared the meat, she realized that it wasn’t going to be that much of a day of rest, at least not for her. When he called out for her to bring him another beer while she stood there sweating over a frying pan making his dinner, trying to avoid kicking her cats as they circled around her legs in hopes of renegade food hitting the floor, she almost threw the can at his head.
“Why are you so moody?” George finally asked her when they were sitting at the table. She had slammed the shaker down in front of him after he asked her to pass the pepper.
“I’m not moody!” Lily snapped. She took a deep breath and counted to five, reminding herself that it wasn’t fair to take out her frustrations on him. She seemed to be doing that a lot lately. “Sorry. I’ve just got a bad headache.”
He shrugged and kept eating, ending the longest bout of concern he had shown for her in months. It wasn’t that George was indifferent to Lily—she just so rarely complained about anything that he had stopped feeling the need to ask.
* * *
Monday morning wasn’t much better.
Half an hour into Lily’s shift, people were going out of their way to steer clear of her. Kim stopped calling back new patient charts after she snapped at her and then hung up on her, and even Becky was tiptoeing around her. When Lily got pissy with Dr. Wilde when she asked her to run some extra tests on the mayor’s sister, Becky had seen enough.
“Lily, what the hell is wrong with you today?” she whispered harshly, pulling her aside in the hallway.
“That nasty bitch is here all the time to treat one STD or another. It’s like she never learns!”
“Yeah, we all know that. It’s like she’s never heard of condoms. But it’s Natalie’s job to treat her, and
Smelling her delectable pussy while he stroked himself made it that much easier to imagine having her on top of him, facing away as she took him in her mouth, leaving him to feast on her yet again. He could hear her muffled cries as she moaned around him, letting him thrust between her lips over and over again. “Oh fuck… yes!”
His entire body began to shudder, and he knew that he was close. With a supreme effort, Ethan pulled her panties away from his face and wrapped them around his cock, stroking himself roughly until he was spurting his release all over the fabric.
Despite what he had just done to them, he was unable to let go of her panties, choosing instead to curl up on his side and clutch them to his chest like a beloved stuffed animal.
After that, the room was completely silent except for the quiet “Thank you” he whispered into his pillow.
He had no nightmares that night.
Chapter 8
Sunday absolutely sucked.
Lily was a cranky shit the entire day, scowling to herself as she cooked even more stupid fucking deer meat for George, making sure to use his stupid “special” dry rub. She understood hunting as a sport, but kept wondering why the hell they had to actually eat the shit he killed so much. Couldn’t he hand it out at the school? Or sell it to a restaurant?
She usually loved Sunday dinner with her father. It was the one day he stayed home and spent time with her, and sometimes Scott would come over and make it feel like a real family dinner. It was the one day she looked forward to, always viewing it as a true day of rest with a lovely dinner to top it off.
That Sunday was no different than any other Sunday, but for some reason everything kept pissing her off. When she watched her father sitting on his lazy ass in front of the TV while she prepared the meat, she realized that it wasn’t going to be that much of a day of rest, at least not for her. When he called out for her to bring him another beer while she stood there sweating over a frying pan making his dinner, trying to avoid kicking her cats as they circled around her legs in hopes of renegade food hitting the floor, she almost threw the can at his head.
“Why are you so moody?” George finally asked her when they were sitting at the table. She had slammed the shaker down in front of him after he asked her to pass the pepper.
“I’m not moody!” Lily snapped. She took a deep breath and counted to five, reminding herself that it wasn’t fair to take out her frustrations on him. She seemed to be doing that a lot lately. “Sorry. I’ve just got a bad headache.”
He shrugged and kept eating, ending the longest bout of concern he had shown for her in months. It wasn’t that George was indifferent to Lily—she just so rarely complained about anything that he had stopped feeling the need to ask.
* * *
Monday morning wasn’t much better.
Half an hour into Lily’s shift, people were going out of their way to steer clear of her. Kim stopped calling back new patient charts after she snapped at her and then hung up on her, and even Becky was tiptoeing around her. When Lily got pissy with Dr. Wilde when she asked her to run some extra tests on the mayor’s sister, Becky had seen enough.
“Lily, what the hell is wrong with you today?” she whispered harshly, pulling her aside in the hallway.
“That nasty bitch is here all the time to treat one STD or another. It’s like she never learns!”
“Yeah, we all know that. It’s like she’s never heard of condoms. But it’s Natalie’s job to treat her, and
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