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I cup her cheek inh, and I presshooks around ue swipes into her mouth and she lets out the softest sound I’ve ever heard It’s a cross between a ain My handsinto the indent above her ass She tastes minty from her toothpaste but sweet too, like she’s just sucked on a piece of candy She rolls her hips againstto kill ly welcome death at her hands

Her hands move from my hair to wrap around irl I’d have her naked in no time but this is Grace and I can’t do that to her I can’t add her to the list with a bunch of other faceless girls She doesn’t belong there Grace is special She’s the kind of girl that when you have her, you find a way to keep her She’s the kind of girl you irl I always fuck it up Always

I kiss my way down her neck, over her collarbone, and then rest ainst her chest

I breathe heavily and her fingers brush through my hair

“Bennett?” she says softly after a minute

“What?”

“We forgot about the cupcake”

“Huh?” I sit up and she presseserection

She stifles a giggle and points at my chest “The cupcake”

“Ah, fuck” I look down at the chocolate cupcake smeared all over my chest and her shirt now Little pieces of chocolate cake cover her bed too “Sorry”

She kisses esture I’ve ever had thrown e the sheets and I have plenty of tops I’d tell you to go down the hall to wash up, but you rab you a wet cloth”

I chuckle and run h my hair “Thanks, Princess”

She grabs another shirt before she scurries out of the rooet to see her change I’ht now

I stand up and will o down—like literally say a little prayer and I’, but fuck it—and re them in her laundry basket

She returns with a wet cloth and in a clean shirt This one is looser but somehow sexier I’m pretty sure I asked to sleep here just to torture myself, because come on