Malorie's POV:
"I'll pick you up at 9, baby. Is that enough time?" Daddy says.
"10?"
"Okay." He kisses my temple.
"What are you gonna do for four hours?" I ask.
"Shop." I nod.
"Real." He hugs me. And then I get out. Baylie looks up at me from under my tree and closes the book she's reading. Today, she's in a pencil skirt. And it's riding up her thighs.
"Hi Mal!" She says smiling. I go up to her and hug her. She opens her legs, and I sit back and rest my head on her chest.
"Hi love." She puts her arms around my waist.
"You wanna go inside?" I nod. We go inside and into my room. She immediately kisses me. We start to make out. She takes my shirt off, and I get on the bed.
"Are you sure?" She asks. I nod. She pins my arms to the headboard and kisses my neck.
"Baylie.." I whisper. She kisses my collarbone. And then my stomach. She takes off my pants and kisses my inner thighs.
"Baylie," I say. She looks up at me.
"Yes, mama?" My eyes 1widen.
"Mama?" I whisper. She pulls off my underwear.
"You're wet, mama," she whispers. I stare at her.
"How do you know this?" I ask. She smiles and runs her fingers over my clit.
"Don't ask, mama." She runs her thumb over my clit. Slowly. Painfully slow.
"Baylie please," I whisper. We hold eye contact.
"Please what?" I stare at her. She stops.
"Please what. Tell me what you want." My jaw drops.
"Tell me what you want in detail, Malorie." She kisses below my ear.
"I want you to touch me." She touches my stomach.
"Okay, I'm touching you." I chuckle and shake my head.
"I said details, mama."
"I want you to-" I sigh and meet her eyes. She raises her eyebrows.
"Take your time, mama. It's alright. I know you're flustered." She traces my jawline with her finger.
"Tell me what you want," she whispers.
"I want you to- to make me cum. Anyway you want to, Baylie," I say. She smirks.
"Good girl," she says, kissing my neck. "I'm so proud of you, baby." She starts to rub my clit. I take in a shaky breath.
"Are you okay? Is this okay?" I nod.
"This is more than okay, Baylie." She starts to suck on my neck. I whimper.
"You have laundry, Malorie!" My mom calls.
"Leave it down there I'll get it in a bit!" I call back.
"Okay! I'm going to work! Food is in the fridge!"
"Okay!" I hear the door open and shut. And then I smile.
She looks at the hickey she left on my neck and smiles. I look at her. She kisses me.
"You're so fucking pretty, Malorie. Pretty girl." She takes off my bra and stares at my boobs.
"Malorie.. can I.." I nod. She kisses my chest. And then takes my nipple into her mouth.
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"Pretty Girl"
RomanceMalorie Abbott hates everything. Life especially. She feels as if she's alive just to suffer. Nothing is going good. She just got diagnosed with her 6th mental illness, and she has no hope. Baylie Lionel loves life. An optimist at the surface, she...
