I had been in a mood since we came in from dinner.

Nothing about it had felt right, and Theo's mom seemed to believe it was all my fault

for being in the kitchen with her.

I knew I disliked her with a passion,

but the feeling was bordering on hatred with the stunt she pulled. You're still not going to

say a word to me, Theodore asked, lying in bed beside me. Since I couldn't take my anger out on his mother, he had to bear the brunt of it,

unless, of course, he could find a way to make things better. I spared him a glance over my shoulder,

seeing the sadness in his eyes, even through his glasses. Good night, Theo. He groaned, moving closer to me,

impressing his body against mine. I felt his flaccid cock against my back and didn't bother turning

around. Maybe I got a high off being like this towards him, because it made our time together

even more intense than I could ever think was possible. Theodore moved back slightly,

wrenching the covers off my body, while I jerked to look at him. Rather than respond, he slid lower, pulling my thighs apart.

My mouth dried up as he took off his glasses, looking at my body. In moments like this,

it was easy to forget that this man had aged. He bit his bottom lip, looking down at my

crotch, towing with the tuft of hair there as he went lower, putting his head between my thighs.

I jerked, holding his head in place as he licked a clean strip along my slit.

You were getting wet while I begged you, huh, Isabel?

Why didn't you just come out and say you wanted me to fuck you?

Blushing, I looked away, not sure of how to respond to his crudeness. He didn't stop even as I arched off the

bed. His tongue swirled, slipping inside my cunt and curling just right against my sensitive spot.

He pressed his thumb against my clit, rubbing the nub while I jerked against him.

I couldn't form a sentence, not with him doing all of this.

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