He roars with his climax and pours himself into my body.
“Can’t believe you made me wait to get inside to fuck you, Ara.”
I laugh. “That’s payback.”
Last week, Glitch made me wear a bullet for a day and he had the power to control the settings with his phone. I nearly passed out in the middle of my morning walk. Then I fell on my knees in the grocery store, right in the frozen food aisle. I could have killed him. Would have had I not been completely blissed out by the time he made it home from work.
He’s always experimenting with new tricks and toys. My man is a dirty mouthed, sexy, smart unicorn demon and I’m so damn happy he’s mine.
“Glitch,” I groan when he goes down on me. My body is hypersensitive all the time. He keeps my fires lit and never says no to me. I’m pretty sure he’s a sex god sent to wreak havoc on my soul. “Oh my fuuuuck.” My thighs clamp down around his ears as I come.
“Again.” His growl and big dick make me wild. I come so fast a second time, it’s hardly fair. “Too quick, Kitty. Again.” He makes me hold out this time. Makes the sensations build until I’m begging for release.
Did I mention I suspect he’s a sex god? I think so, but… my head’s so fucking fuzzy right now.
He pulls out and I slide to my knees, taking him in my mouth to suck him off while I rub my clit. We come at the same time. We’re getting great at the timing. I use my teeth and scrape them up his length before licking the rim of his dick and lapping up all his pleasure so I don’t waste a drop.
“You’re going to kill me one day, I swear it.”
He might be right. “You’ll die happy, so don’t worry about it.”
Glitch grabs me by the back of my head and kisses me so hard he steals my breath. We’re getting married in a month. He’s been hellbent on putting a baby in me. I’m excited at the idea of having a little Glitchy Ara running around, but I don’t mind if it takes a while to get pregnant. I’m having too much fun being us right now. If it happens, great. If not, also great. Besides, Beetle keeps us busy. For now, we’re practicing and having fun.
“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” I say, out of breath. Grabbing my shorts from the floor, I slip them back on and wobble.
“You love it. Don’t lie.”
“I didn’t say I didn’t love it. I just can’t believe you talked me into it.”
“You being Beetle’s aunt is like his biggest flex.” Glitch buttons his shirt and runs a hand through his hair. He has bright paint splotches tattooed on his inner thigh that are still healing.
“I’m not a flex.”
“Yeah, you are.” He slaps my ass. “And he’s proud of you. Let him show his friends how cool you are.”
“Ugh.” I bite my lip and fix my hair. “What if they think it’s losery?”
“Is that even a word?”
“It is now.”
“It’s not losery. Honestly, I think it’s great. One more way to give back to the community, right?”
Speaking of that. I donated half my commission from the elementary school project to the local Grief Center that helps families who’ve lost loved ones. Erin said it helped her and Glitch when their parents died, so I wanted to show support however I could. Glitch, unbeknownst to Erin, has been donating to them since he graduated high school.
I want to donate to a sexual abuse charity next.
Jason’s in jail, by the way, and will be for a long time. Good fucking riddance.
I’m making a list of all the organizations I want to donate to, because it’s nice to give back to the community. It’s even better than I’m starting to earn enough money to do it. Which brings me to these art classes I’m teaching at the Computer Cave.
They’re free to whoever wants to take them. I plan to come in twice a week for two hours after school lets out during the school year. We haven’t figured out a summer schedule yet. Maybe I’ll put together an art camp or something.
“What if they don’t want to draw anime?”
Glitch lifts his eyebrow. “You’re testing me, Kitty.”
I also fucked with all the dishes in the dishwasher last night. He’ll spank me when he discovers the bowls on are on the bottom rack and all his precious forks are… wait for it… tines down.
I can’t wait.
Glitch heads to the main part of the shop and starts scooting tables together. I’m worried. What if this idea flops? Kids are judgy as shit and mean. I swear I don’t know how my mother loved being a teacher. Kids can be tough.