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December 4 - December 7, 2024
Sure, I’m 30 to his 41, but we’re both adults. I guess he’ll always see me through that lens because of his friendship with Doug.
“Quit making fun of me and let me go. And s-stop calling me ‘baby girl’. It’s weird!” I know my face is beet red and all I want to do is go crawl in a hole and die. “No,” Wesley says, enunciating the word in a rough growl. “What do you mean, ‘no’?” I scowl at him, and the bastard is cruel enough to laugh in reply. “I said ‘no’ because I need you to know how wrong you are. Because every time you glare at me, it makes me want to bend you over and spank your bratty ass. Because every time I’ve called you ‘baby girl’ you flushed so prettily, and it’s made my dick hard as steel.” My mouth falls
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My balls draw up and then I’m shooting off ropes of cum all over my hand and stomach with a rough groan. Shit, I don’t think I’ve come that fast since I was a horny teen. Godsdamn, baby girl, even when you’re not here, you make me lose control.
“You’re moving in with me.”
“Lube. Magic lube! Tomas knows a witch who makes it and I can give you her contact info if you want more. It helps with stretching and, um, healing. We had an unopen jar, so I figured…” Of course there’s magic lube.
“Baby, it’s okay to cry when you get hurt—” I shake my head. “I c-can’t do this, Wes. I can’t be the person you n-need. Look at me.” I hold my palms out to emphasize my point. “I’m a fucking mess. I’m constantly on the verge of a mental breakdown and this whole week I was guilty because I didn’t have time for you. It’s only been a week and I’m already f-failing.” The ache in my chest threatens to push me back into an incoherent, sobbing mess again. “W-we should just e-end things.”
Now that I’m not crying into his chest, I can see that he’s wearing a pair of light gray sweatpants. Because of course he is.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. I didn’t tell you it went beyond being your boyfriend or your daddy, so you didn’t know.” I stroke her face and she leans her cheek into my palm, her eyelids fluttering closed. The way she sinks into my touch warms me to the core of my being. She takes a deep breath before continuing. “I haven’t let anyone take care of me. It’s easier to not ask for anything than to be let down when someone decides I’m not worth the effort.”
So what if i throw up
Wesley cuts off Doug and my panicked thoughts. “Of course I fucking love her! I’ve loved her since that very first monster meeting you came to. She’s everything to me.” He turns and looks at me. “I love you, Ari.” Everything melts away at his proclamation and the fevered devotion shining in his eyes. My heart swells with so much love and appreciation for the glorious minotaur sitting next to me. “I love you too, Wes.”
It's been a singular week
It’s too late. I’m too far gone. My balls draw up, ready to unload at any second. “Time for daddy to fill you up. Put his cum where it belongs.”
Is that normal?
I unofficially moved in two weeks after we started dating, and a month later, Wesley hired movers to bring all my shit over from my house and helped me set up the basement as my official office and design studio.
2 months is crazy
