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1. The Bones

Chapter One of Every Little Thing.

Gator Tillman x Fem!OC

Daphne Williams has slowly been filling the hole in her heart for the past three years. She poured herself into traveling, into meeting new interesting people and learning new tricks and habits. She’s finally moved on and found herself a caring fiancé who she’s sure her parents will adore. There’s only one person she could think of that would ruin her happiness; Gator Tillman.

CW: Implies/references underage smut. Oral sex, cheating.

Then

The air was warming up, the spring time air melting the snow and bringing in the flowers. Daphne liked flowers, she liked the sound of the birds and the critters that slowly came out from their hiding spots.

She was resting against a blanket, soft blades of grass still poking through as she recounted different shapes from the clouds that were floating in the blue sky. Her feet were bare, slightly dirty from the ground still being wet from the snow that had melted away last week.

Gator’s arm brushed against hers every time he shifted in his spot. He had a harder time staying still, constantly moving and dragging her along to whatever he wanted to do. She didn’t mind. Gator was her best friend, she looked forward to seeing him the most. She spent more time with him than she did her own siblings, even her twin.

“Have you kissed anyone before?” Gator asked her suddenly, pausing their conversation over how excited they were for Easter break, “And your parents don’t count.” He said quickly as he looked over her, his brown eyes filled with curiosity. She liked his eyes. She thought he had the prettiest eyes she’d ever seen. They were downturned, surrounded by soft eyelashes that only enhanced the chestnut color. Sometimes they looked like they had a hint of green to them, sometimes they looked golden if the sun hit them just right. She felt like she could stare at them forever.

She’d grown increasingly obvious of her feelings the past few months, ever since he’d made her dance with him at one of the Christmas parties that was organized by the church. She had burned several different shades of red, her body tense and covered in sweat as she realized how close they were to one another. It was silly. Their parents had teased them about getting married their whole lives and now Daphne was sure she was falling in love with him.

“No,” Daphne flushed as she relented, speaking the truth. She almost brought up their mock wedding her sister had forced them to do when she was six and he was eight, but she didn’t think that kiss counted either. It was barely a peck and both of them had spit and gagged over how gross it was at the time, “Have you?” She asked him shyly as she clasped her fingers over her stomach. She was sure that Gator would’ve already told her if he’d kissed somebody, but sometimes he surprised her.

“Maybe,” He grinned softly, his eyes filled with mischief as he watched her, “Do you want to learn?” He asked a little softer as he rolled onto his side. He rested his cheek on his palm, covering up the moles on the side of his neck. She liked to touch them sometimes. Sometimes she’d pretend to bite his neck, acting like she was a vampire because that’s what the spots reminded her of.

“Isn’t it wrong if we kiss?” She asked in alarm, her blue eyes wide as she considered his words. She didn’t think you were allowed to kiss someone unless you had a boyfriend, but even then, she was sure her parents would prefer if she was married first.

“Why would it be wrong?” Gator looked at her curiously, his eyebrows raising softly as his eyes moved across her features. She opened her mouth, trying to find the words to explain what had happened but was unable to do so.

“I don’t know,” She responded shyly, “I don’t think I’m supposed to kiss boys yet.” She admitted at last as she twisted her fingers together over her stomach. Gator brought his hand over hers, linking their fingers together the same way that they did when they’d pray.

“You don’t have to tell anybody,” He said with a smile, “Besides, it would just be practice.” He said slowly as his finger brushed against her knuckles. She felt her heart hammering roughly in her chest, nearly making her sick with the anticipation she felt. She remembered her friend Daisy talking about her first kiss, how fun it had been.

“Okay,” She said as she glanced towards his lips, thinking that they were really pretty and such a soft pink, “Just for practice.” She nodded, confirming his suggestion as she waited for him to move. She was too scared, too afraid that she would do something wrong.

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She liked kissing Gator.

Most of their free time was spent making out, whether it was at night when he’d sneak into her room when their parents were sleeping or after school when they’d feign doing something important and sneak off to the creek instead.

His lips were soft and smooth and he always tasted of fruit when she’d lick at his tongue. He liked kissing that way, said that was how big kids kissed. She wanted to please him, to kiss him better than any other girl ever would.

“You’re going into high school soon,” Daphne pouted her lips out as she rested her hands against Gator’s knees, enjoying the feeling of his skin against her own, “You’ll be too cool to hang out with me.” She told him solemnly as he petted at her red hair.

“Why would I be too cool for you?” He knitted his eyebrows together as he looked at her in confusion. He sat at the edge of the bank, still in his underwear as she floated in the water. She’d removed her clothes long ago, dipping into the water without anything on. She didn’t think there was anything wrong with it. They used to bathe together. Besides, her chest was still flat. There really wasn’t much of a difference between them, besides what rested between their legs.

“Everyone is so much cooler in high school,” She told him quickly, “I want to go to high school with you. I’m smart enough.” She replied seriously, knowing that it was true. Her parents always ragged about how bright she was.

“I don’t think that’s how it works,” Gator responded as his eyes danced over the way her cheeks were becoming pink from being in the sun for too long, “We’ll still be friends.” He promised her as he brushed his thumb against her sunburnt cheeks.

“Do you promise?” She asked him seriously, worried that she would miss out on something. She already thought that he was so much cooler than her. She often fought to keep up with him, fearing that he would leave her behind.

“Always,” He grinned as he wrapped his hands around her biceps and quickly pulled her up towards him. She squealed, giggling as she clambered on top of his lap, “What would I do without Daphne Sue?” He teased her with a rhyme, earning a giggle from her lips.

Now

The air was hotter, more humid than what Daphne had grown used to in the past three years. Her hands felt awkward on the steering wheel, almost wrong as she drove down the long dirt road. She had the windows rolled down, enjoying the cool breeze that washed over them as the sun began to lower in the distance. She always liked summer better, thought it was better that the sun stayed up for so long.

She hummed along to Dolly Parton on the CD, still amused with the way Hugh had huffed and fussed over her choice of music. She thought after being with him for almost a year that he would accept the genre of music that she enjoyed.

“This is it?” Hugh questioned as he turned towards Daphne. His dark curls were dancing on top of his head, floating as the wind carried against him. She felt a grin forming on her lips, knowing that thus far he wasn’t impressed with North Dakota. He was used to the bumbling life in Marseille, the big port and pretty waters. She couldn’t lie; home looked fairly disappointing compared to where they had been.

“Yeah,” She smiled brightly as she moved to fix the scarf that she’d worn around her head today. She was nervous. He’d already spent the week getting to know her parents and siblings, but somehow meeting the Tillman’s for their usual Saturday dinner felt more intimidating, “They have a lot more land.” She stated before she pulled the keys from the ignition.

“It smells.” Hugh responded as he stepped out of the car. He wrinkled his nose up, mirroring the look that her parents had been complaining about the past few days. She bumped his shoulder softly, hoping to erase his stink face before anyone saw it again.

“It does not smell,” She laughed as she slowly walked with him to her parents truck, “You’re just not used to the country air.” She brushed him off, thinking of how bad his allergies had been since they’d arrived. He was constantly sniffling, his eyes puffy and nose sore.

“It smells a bit,” Noelle admitted as she joined them. She was two years older than Daphne, the same age as Gator. Daphne often wondered why she didn’t hang around Gator more often, “Don’t lie to him.” Noelle smiled as she flicked her blonde hair over her shoulders.

Daphne simply rolled her eyes, used to her sister’s teasing as they walked forward. In truth, Daphne’s heart was beating roughly out of her control. She desperately missed Gator, but was fearful to see him. She hadn’t enjoyed the way their relationship had ended. She swallowed stiffly, remembering that it wasn’t a relationship.

“Daphne Sue,” Roy looked at her in surprise as she stepped into the doorway, “You’ve grown.” He smiled kindly as he pulled her into a hug, rubbing his hand between her shoulders. She smiled softly, feeling like Roy was a second father to her.

“It’s been some time,” She greeted, “Oh wow. The twins have gotten big.” She commented as she pulled away, thinking that they had just been toddlers when she’d left. The two girls smiled shyly before gripping each other’s hands and running away in a fit of giggles. Daphne smiled, thinking it wouldn’t take long to get to know them again.

“It’s good to see you,” Karen greeted, smiling brightly as she wrapped Daphne up tightly, “Oh my. Your mother told me the news. Is this him?” She smiled as she pulled away, grinning up towards Hugh.

“Yes,” Daphne felt her face flush from the attention on her, “This is Hugh.” She introduced as she hugged his arm, giving his bicep a soft squeeze. He was pleasant, as kind as always as he officially introduced himself.

She felt her eyes linger for a moment but was quickly reassured when she realized Gator wasn’t here. She hoped that he was working, that she could put off seeing him for a bit longer.

She felt less nervous as time passed as she realized she really was in the clear from running into Gator again. She spent most of her time showing off her engagement ring, a square diamond that glistened no matter which direction she turned it. It was slightly too bulky, nothing like she had ever imagined herself wearing. It was still pretty and she was surprised at the amount that he had dropped on it.

She lingered in the kitchen, spreading some cream cheese on a piece of salami before she wrapped it up in a pickle. She ate it, her eyes lingering against Hugh as he talked dramatically about one of his larger than life stories. She had mentioned to her family more than once to be patient, to not be rude when Hugh would stumble over his words.

“Daphne,” Gator looked at her in surprise, his brown eyes widening as he searched over her features, “I didn’t know you were back.” She stared at him, in just as much shock as she swallowed roughly. She shivered at the way the unchewed food dipped roughly into her stomach.

His hair was slicked back, held into place as he rested two of his fingers into his belt loops. Her eyes traced over his work uniform, her mouth dry as she felt like she had suddenly been slapped.

“I am,” She said awkwardly, wondering how you could spend your whole youth with someone and then turn into strangers, “Hi.” She replied slowly, her heart beating roughly as she looked at him. He looked as handsome as ever. She breathed in, wishing she could reach out and touch him.

“Oh, don’t be modest,” Karen teased as she walked forward and held Daphne’s hand out dramatically, “Look at that rock she got.” Daphne felt horrified, her hand limp as Karen shook it about. Her diamond gleamed in the sun, shining brightly.

“You’re married?” Gator said slowly as he pulled his eyes away from the ring, looking at her stunned as he took a step back. She paused, feeling her mouth was dry and scratchy. She wondered what he thought, if he was jealous. She doubted it.

“Engaged,” She squeaked out softly as she glanced over her shoulder to see where Hugh was lingering. She spotted him near Oliver and August, his eyebrows knitted tightly together as if he was confused over what they were speaking of, “That’s Hugh, my fiancé .”

“Oh,” Gator looked at her stunned for a second as he shook his head so lightly that she almost missed it, “No one ever mentioned that.” He said a second later, like he was trying to imply that it must not be something special. She clasped one hand over the other, hiding her ring away.

“It was a surprise,” Daphne said softly as she began to pick at her nails, “I think they really enjoy him though.” She replied, knowing that it wouldn’t take too much longer for everyone to adapt to Hugh. He was too kind, too funny not to like him.

“He a foreigner or somethin’?” Gator asked slowly as he kicked one leg out and rested his weight on the other. She watched the way he fiddled with the loops on his pants, looking irritated suddenly.

“He’s French,” Daphne confirmed, “I met him last August.” She told him as she looked over her shoulder again, thinking of the funny way that Hugh had asked her out.

“You changed your hair,” He said softly as he took a step forward. His fingertips brushed across her breasts, causing her breath to catch as she stared up at him. She didn’t pay attention to the way he twisted the ends of her hair around his fingers. She didn’t respond, thinking of how Hugh hadn’t even noticed that she’d added balayage to her hair. Gator did. He always noticed when she changed things, “I like it. You look pretty, like always.”

“The food’s ready,” Oliver interjected as he walked into the room and linked his arm with Daphne’s. He tugged her away, her feet dragging as he quickly pulled her out of the room, “Why are you talking to him?” He mumbled underneath his breath, looking irritated as his blue eyes met hers.

Oliver was born twelve minutes before Daphne, but still acted like he was wise beyond his years. And despite being fraternal twins, Daphne didn’t think they could look anymore alike. They shared the same narrow, bony shoulders and slender body. They even had a mole in the same place on their stomach, above their belly button and just a bit to the right.

Daphne had hated her early years of high school as no matter how much makeup she wore or how pink her dresses got people would still mistake her for a boy. They constantly asked her if she was confused because everyone swore up and down she was Oliver’s twin brother. It finally stopped the summer of her Junior year of school when her hips widened and her breasts swelled. She had been so proud, but someone else had enjoyed her body just as well.

“He’s an old friend,” Daphne defended herself, feeling her face heat up at Oliver’s accusation. She fought everything within herself to turn and glance back at where she’d left Gator, “You just don’t like him.” She protested, trying to keep herself from feeling too exposed as they walked towards the large dining table. Oliver snorted as he shook his head.

“That’s got nothing to do with it,” He told her quickly as he dropped their arms, “He’s trouble. You’ve been gone for too long to even realize what’s happened.” She blinked slowly, feeling like she was being lured into new information. Gator had run into trouble before, but she figured it would be long behind him with his new position.

“Come sit,” Ruby, their mother, nudged them quickly as she put a bowl of potato salad on the table, “Everything is ready, come on.” She urged them forward as she took her place at the table. Daphne paused, watching as people situated themselves in their normal spots.

“You gonna take your place?” Gator asked, approaching her from behind again. She flicked her eyes up, trying to ignore the way her stomach twisted in her gut. His fingertips lightly brushing against her hip, just enough to leave her body warm as she nodded her head in agreement. She waited for Hugh, before she took her normal spot at the table. It was always next to Gator, “I don’t think we’ve met.” He smiled kindly, politely as he leaned forward and held a hand out towards Hugh.

“Hugh,” He introduced himself as he nodded towards Gator, “You are?” He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, still looking like he was a little lost. Daphne reached underneath the table to give his knee a reassuring squeeze, hoping that he had grown more comfortable with her family the past few days.

“That’s Gator,” Noelle introduced teasingly, inhaling deeply like she was speaking dreamily, “Daphne’s best friend. You know, we used to say they were going to get married.” She teased as she leaned forward and puckered her lips out towards Daphne. Daphne felt her eyes widen, her cheeks heat up. She had never mentioned Gator. She’d never wanted to open that wound and hurt all over again.

“You couldn’t keep them apart,” Ruby nodded her head, “Oh but that’s in the past. We do love him though. It would’ve been fun to connect our families.” She muttered as she leaned over Gator to kiss the top of his forehead. Gator let out a soft laugh, although Daphne didn’t miss the way his eyes lingered in her direction. She gulped hard.

“Oh,” Hugh looked at Daphne in confusion, his demeanor a little smaller as he nodded his head, “I understand.” He said slowly, looking like he didn’t understand why she would keep that from him. She swallowed harshly again, trying to keep her posture relaxed.

“They’re just pulling your leg,” Daphne said quickly as she shook her head, “Noelle used to have a crush on Roy.” She sprouted out suddenly, desperate to get the attention off of her and Hugh. Noelle’s blue eyes widened in horror, her face turning so red that it reflected off of her blonde hair.

“Daphne Sue I can’t believe you right now!” She shouted shrilly as she wounded her tablecloth into a ball and threw it at Daphne’s face, “You’re still such a brat! A big baby!” She continued to scream, huffing like she was seconds away from jumping across the table and strangling Daphne. It wouldn’t have been their first fist that they’d gotten into.

“I’m not a baby,” Daphne replied in annoyance, tired of how everyone acted like she got some special treatment because she was the youngest. Even Oliver teased her about it, despite him being the same age as her, “You’re the one that’s acting immature.”

“Girls,” Bruce quickly cut them off, sending them both a look so sharp that had them straightening their shoulders and leaning back. He was a good father, with soft blonde hair and striking blue eyes. Daphne knew better than to argue with him. She’d only been spanked by him twice but she had witnessed the rough way he’d handled her older more rambunctious brother, August, “Can we pray or are you going to continue to disgrace God?”

They both muttered a yes sir before Daphne awkwardly shifted in her seat. She felt like she was a small child getting lectured again. She inhaled deeply, fighting to look towards Gator as she thought of how they used to get in trouble for staying up too late and sneaking in snacks when they wouldn’t. She felt a tingle rushing down her spine, wondering what kind of trouble they would’ve gotten into if their parents knew the other things that they’d done through their youth.

Gator had been her first everything; friend, crush, lover and heartbreak. They’d been far too young when they experienced unknown sensations, feelings and experimented with one another. No one ever knew. They still didn’t know about how her and Gator would rut against one another until they’d make a mess in their pants, how he taught her how to suck his dick and how he enjoyed the way her thighs would lock around his head when he had his tongue buried deep inside of her pussy.

She swallowed her nerves, her lust as she stared at the palm that was resting up towards her. She watched the way Gator’s fingers twitched, wondering if he was just as anxious to feel her skin against his. She breathed in her, her heart hammering as she slowly pressed her hand against his own. She took Hugh’s a second later, trying to remember where she was.

She closed her eyes, trying to listen to the prayer but was unable to focus as her right arm stuttered alive from touching Gator’s hand. His hand was still calloused, his fingers still long and nimble as they connected to hers like a missing glove. She tried not to focus on the way he still rubbed his thumb against her skin in the same manner that he used to.

Their hands lingered for a second too long when the prayer was over. She looked towards him, feeling hundreds of memories rush forward suddenly as she met his warm brown eyes again. She felt like she was a little girl again, doing whatever she could do to catch his attention so he’d look at her. They were still soft and they still made her knees weak and her lungs ache.

She pulled away quickly, dragging her palm across her exposed thigh to try and wipe the memory of his skin against hers again. It was like her hand was betraying her, buzzing in anticipation as she desperately wanted to reach underneath the table and grip his hand again. She thought of the ways they used to play thumb war with one another, how they’d secretly touch and just brush their fingertips against one another’s.

She sat there, trying to eat but unable to erase the jolts of electricity that traveled up her leg each time Gator’s knee brushed against her own. She swore he was doing it on purpose, kicking his feet out further and further just so he could bother her.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” She leaned over to Hugh, distracting his conversation with Oliver, “I’ll be right back.” She promised him, giving his hand a soft squeeze before she excused herself upstairs.

She knew the layout of the house like the back of her hand. She closed her eyes for a moment, breathing in the familiar scent of the house before she pushed the bathroom door open. She began to shut it, only to be met with a pair of brown eyes. She opened her mouth, but quickly fell silent as Gator barreled his way inside.

“What are you doing?” She criticized as Gator shut the door behind him, locking them both in the bathroom. She stared at him in disbelief, fearing what anyone would think if they knew that they were in here alone.

“What the fuck?” He looked at her in anger, his eyebrows knitted together as a trace of confusion laced over his features. She stumbled back a step, taken aback by his sudden outburst.

“What?” She asked him in confusion, slightly alarmed as he took another step closer to her. She didn’t think he’d ever hurt her, but this was a new wave of anger that she’d never seen before.

“Three years ago you said you were going on a missionary trip,” He said in disbelief as he watched her, “You said you’d be back within a week and then you never came back. You stopped answering my calls, my texts. You went silent on social media. I thought you were dead.”

“I was figuring things out.” She said slowly, her eyes wide as she turned away from him out of guilt. Shame. She felt a mixture of all of it. She didn’t regret leaving. She wouldn’t be where she was now if she hadn’t left.

“You mean you were whoring around with that guy?” Gator’s eyebrows knitted together, “Seriously. What do you see in him ?” He spit out, sounding even more upset as he questioned her sharply. She felt a flush settle over her from his words.

“I’m not whoring around,” She said in horror as she felt her eyes widening, “He’s my fiancé .” She told him quickly, feeling like it was ridiculous for her to be labeled in such a way.

“So you’re fucking him?” Gator asked as he propped his hand up against the counter, leaning against his lazily as he watched her. She rolled her shoulders back, thinking of the best way to avoid answering that question. She hadn’t had sex with Hugh yet, she hadn’t even let him touch her in such a manner. She wanted to do it the right way.

“That’s none of your business,” She replied hotly, “How dare you accuse me of doing that sort of thing.” She told him quickly, feeling angered at his accusation. She knew him better than most, heard straight from his lips of the other girls that he had been with.

“Oh,” He looked at her amused as he tilted his head, “You’re not fucking him. How come?” He asked, suddenly moving closer to her. She felt trapped suddenly as her back hit the wall. Her heart hammered roughly inside of her chest, but not from fear. She melted underneath his gaze, her eyes lingering in his pretty brown ones for just a second too long.

“Gator,” She warned softly as she put a finger up to his chest to stop his movements, “Don’t do anything. He’s really nice. He’s good to me.” She whispered softly, feeling like she was fibbing. She wasn’t in any sense. Hugh was good, he was nice. She suddenly wished that he wasn’t, that he could be evil and Gator might swoop her up to save her. She gulped that dream down, as she remembered why she’d left in the first place.

“You want a good man?” Gator asked as he looked down at her, his eyes flashing as he lightly dug his thumb into her cheek. She suddenly felt like it was hard to breathe. Gator wasn’t that much taller than her, the top of her head resting just underneath his bottom lip. Still, she peered up at him as the air between their bodies grew warm.

“Yes,” She answered softly, “What are you doing?” She felt her eyes growing wide as Gator slowly lowered himself onto her knees in front of him. She held her breath, feeling like time had frozen as she held eye contact with him. She felt like she was being swallowed whole, her body warming as she stared at him.

She felt light headed as he slowly pushed her dress up to her hips, his eyes full of desire as he continued to look at her. Her heart was rattling against her chest, thumping so harshly that she feared it might explode.

She found no protests to come forth as he pressed his lips against the birthmark on her left hip. She breathed in deeply, resting her head back against the wall as he peppered a series of kisses against her skin. She could feel her panties growing wet, her clit beginning to throb from anticipation. It had been so long since she’d been touched.

“Reminding you how good I am to you,” He told her huskily as he rolled her panties down her thighs, “Tell me to stop. I’ll stop.” He mumbled as he dragged his lips against her skin, dipping down a little lower as he exposed her to himself.

“Gator-,” She breathed in roughly, finding it was hard to catch her breath when he was looking at her in such a manner. She’d missed his eyes, missed how big and soft they were, “We can’t.” She said at last, thinking of the hazel eyes she’d be betraying. She gulped hard, filled with shame suddenly as she remembered he was only downstairs.

“Do you want me to stop?” Gator asked her seriously, blinking slowly as he watched her with parted lips. She thought of how good his lips always felt around her, how he always knew the right places to press his tongue against. She shook her head softly, “Do you want me to keep going then?” He asked again, his lips curling up into a smirk.

“Yeah,” She breathed out softly, all too familiar with how Gator could be if she didn’t answer him, “I want you.” She told him honestly, not caring about the guilt or shame at the moment. All she could focus on was the throbbing between her legs and how he looked all too desperate to sink his teeth into her.

He hummed in response, looking quite proud of her answer as he kissed the same area of her skin again. She closed her eyes softly, enjoying the way he slowly flicked his tongue across her skin before he nipped at the area.

She gasped, her nipples growing hard against her bra as he dragged his tongue lower and lower. Her clit jolted in anticipation as he spread her thighs a little further, letting his lips press against the area above her pussy. She trembled suddenly as his large hands squeezed the back of her thighs.

She felt her body vibrate as his tongue languidly stroked across her wet folds. Her head fell back against the wall as a moan slipped free. She fought the urge to move her fingers into his thick hair, to ruin how it was styled by dragging him closer to her pussy.

He moved his tongue slowly, like he was savoring the taste of her as he sucked on her folds slowly. She pressed her hips out a little closer, trying to fight the urge to rub up against his mouth. He groaned in response as he dug his fingertips into her flesh, sounding just as desperate to have her.

She couldn’t find the words to speak, to utter as he flicked his tongue slowly through her folds then teased at her clit. He circled the tip of his tongue against her clit, flicking it softly as her body jolted against the sensation. She fought to keep from crying out, her body relishing the feeling of his tongue against her once again.

Her body felt too hot, too warm as his groans vibrated against her skin. She let out a shaky breath, her lips parting widely as she rocked forward against his tongue. She hadn’t felt this good in a long time. Her fingers never seemed as good as his own and nothing felt as good as his tongue against her cunt.

He moved his tongue down further, circling the tip of it against her neglected hole. She shuddered at the sensation, biting down on her lip harshly as the pleasure spread through her body. She let out a broken moan as he curled his tongue inside of her, licking away the slick from her pussy.

He groaned, flicking his tongue against her like a starving man as he inhaled her taste. She felt her eyebrows knitting tightly together as she pressed her palm lightly against the top of his head, careful not to mess up his slicked back strands.

He brought her closer, clawing at her flesh as he licked and prodded at her cunt. His nose pressed against her clit, digging into the sensitive bud as he lapped his tongue against her fluttering walls. She cried out, gripping the back of her head as she rocked her body against his mouth.

His groans came out muffled and broken, his breath hot as he tickled his tongue against her hole. She could feel the waves of pleasure building inside of her, tickling at her spine as she pressed her fingers harder against the back of his head.

“Gator,” She whimpered as she moved her hips up sporadically, doing her best to silence her whines as his tongue flicked in and out of her fluttering hole. His nose pressed down roughly on her clit, rocking her movements forward as the pleasure shot clear down to her toes, “Jesus.” She bit down harshly on her bottom lip,

She rolled her hips up against his mouth one last time before she stalled, her body shaking as she clamped down around his tongue. Her mind was buzzing, full of pleasure as he squeezed so harshly at her thighs that she feared he’d leave bruises.

“Fuck,” He moaned loudly against her cunt, groaning deeply as he licked away her cum from her cunt. Her thighs shook as he greedily licked at her, sucking softly as he swirled his tongue around her folds, “You taste so good. Can’t believe it’s been so long.” He inhaled deeply, like he was speaking more to himself.

She yelped as the sudden sensation of being pulled down with him, her knees hitting against the floor so harshly that sparks of pain traveled up her knees. She opened her mouth to protest, but was quickly silenced as Gator’s lips connected with hers.

She melted against his mouth, moving her lips against his slick ones rapidly as she recounted the taste of him. Her body was vibrating, flying as his tongue slid inside of her lips and lapped against her own tongue. They kissed sloppily, roughly as he licked the drool from her mouth.

She moaned as she tasted herself on his tongue, a squeal dying in her chest as he roughly pulled her onto his lap. She moved her arms around his shoulders, squeezing tightly as he brought one of his hands up the curve of her ass.

He roughly gripped her chin, squeezing as he pulled her away from his mouth. She gaped, her lips parting in surprise as she stared at the warm eyes she’d missed so desperately. He moved his fingertips from her chin, up to her bottom lip to before slinking his fingers against her teeth. He pulled on her teeth enough to make her jaw relax, his lips parting as he roughly spit into her mouth.

She gasped, her insides twisting in surprise and pleasure as she felt his spit against her tongue. She paused, nearly letting it slip from her mouth, “Swallow it, bitch.” He replied huskily, his eyes flashing like he was challenging her.

She knew that anyone else in their right mind would smack him for being so degrading, so disgusting. She didn’t. She could feel another moan forming as she rolled his spit around her tongue before she swallowed it slowly, ensuring that she kept eye contact with him.

He inhaled deeply, his eyes flashing as he cupped her ass in his free hand and squeezed harshly. Daphne leaned forward again, her nose brushing against his damp one as they exhaled the same breath. She had an urge to kiss him, to press him against the floor and free his hardened cock from his jeans.

She paused her movements as her hand lingered above his obvious bulge. She lingered for a moment, enjoying the warmth that was floating between them as he slowly raised his hips up to meet her hand. She let her fingers brush against his zipper before she yanked it away, suddenly awake with what had just happened.

“I’ve gotta go,” She said quickly, her legs shaking as she stood. She could feel the guilt settling over her, the shame as she realized what she had just done. She’d spent three years doing whatever she could to forget him, and now she’d let him in with no fuss, “We can’t-, this shouldn’t have happened.” She said at last as she adjusted her dress over her thighs, then over her shoulders so nothing would be suspicious.

“Yeah?” Gator looked at her teasingly, his lips slightly swollen and still wet, “Why’s that?” He asked as he rose to meet her again. She breathed in deeply, glancing at the cloth material he had in his hand. She reached for him, giving him a silent look but he shook his head.

“I’m engaged,” She reminded him softly, “To someone that loves me. This was a sin, it was wrong.” She said at last as the guilt washed over her, feeling so suffocating that she may grow sick. Gator smirked as he held her panties up to his face, taking a deep inhale. She felt her body flush, her eyes widen as his actions.

“But do you love him?” Gator asked softly as he tilted his head while he pocketed her panties into his back pocket. She fumbled for a moment, trying to form the answer on her lips but struggling to do so from his actions, “I best keep these then, you know, for the memory.” He drew his eyes across her features for a quick second, a smirk still placed on his lips.

He turned and left as quickly as he had entered, leaving her with an empty feeling inside of her chest. She gulped hard, feeling like she was finally able to breath as the door shut behind him.

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