Baby Girl // CH ✔

10

Ana stared at the ceiling alone again. As usual. Her and Michael hadn't even been doing anything bad. Not that she ever would with him anyway. Luke's words ran through her head over and over. He'd made her out to be some kind of slut. I can't even look at you Ana felt the pressure of tears attempting to force their way down her face. She held strong for all of three seconds before she began to cry. She burried her face in her pillow and sobbed for what seemed like hours. When she was finished, she curled up on her side and went to sleep.

Later that night, she felt a weight on her bed. She rolled over and looked up to see Calum.

"I miss you, baby girl" he mumbled before getting under the covers and pulling her to his chest. Ana accepted his arms and laid her head on his chest

"Oh I miss you too, Calum! I know I said I wanted you to leave me alone, but I lied. I lied Calum" she exclaimed. Calum pressed a kiss to her forehead and smoothed her hair down a bit.

"Its alright, Ana. I know you didn't mean it, baby." He murmured. Ana let him hold her for a while. Then, she began to feel wet kisses being pressed down her neck. She gasped quietly and turned her head to the side, allowing him to have better access.

"C-Calum" she whispered. Calum smirked as he pulled away from her neck. He kissed down her chest and pulled her shirt up and over her head, leaving her in a black lace bra

"Lace Hm? Who would have know Luke let his baby sister wear lace" he murmured, squeazing her breast lightly. Ana moaned quietly and Calum kissed down her stomach nibbling at the skin just above her panties. He pulled her panties teasingly to her ankles.

"Tell daddy what you want baby girl" he said softly. Ana gulped

"P-please. Please make me scream!" She begged. Calum leaned down licking up her and Ana sat up drenched in sweat and alone in her room.

"Fuck" she whispered to herself. It was still dark and when she looked at her clock it only read 3:42am. She could almost feel Calum's hot breath still on her. On her neck, on her chest, on her clit. She shook her head to clear it, not succeeding very well. All she could think of was Calum. Calum his hot breath his large hands his deep voice and the fact that he liked to be called daddy.

I'm awful...