Chapter 78 Isn't it meant to help me? Why hide?

George's chest felt like it was in a vice, and his brain was about to short-circuit...
Saying he didn't want it Was lying.
Earlier in the bathroom, he stared at his half-hard dick, even after a long, cold shower, and imagined her tiny hand working it.
Before he could even catch his breath, Ellie dropped another bomb.
"Just... like you helped me last night..."
"?!?!" George's eyes went wide, and he shot up. "You don't wnat your mouth?"
"You're exaggerating.. didn't you do that to me last night?"
What?! How could she think it was the same thing?! She totally misunderstood him!
"What I meant was, in case I get too excited and lose control..."
Ellie finally got what he was saying, and her face turned even redder. "Just... let's try, and if it doesn't work, then... I'll just use my hands..."
Her voice got quieter and quieter until it was barely a whisper. George couldn't take it anymore; he was done holding back.
His eyes darkened, and he yanked her up, grabbed the back of her head, and kissed her hard.
"Mmm..." he groaned against her lips, and when she furrowed her brows and let out a muffled moan, his tongue slipped past her slightly parted teeth and into her hot, wet mouth.
She said she wanted to help him with this...
George's brows knitted tightly, his tongue exploring and sucking in her small mouth, not leaving any corner untouched, even reaching her throat.
Her throat was pressed by his tongue, slightly swollen and itchy, a really uncomfortable feeling.
Ellie whimpered and tilted her chin up, trying to pull back, but his big hand tightened on the back of her head, tugging at her hair roots, while his tongue pressed even harder...
"Mmmn..." It was so uncomfortable...
Just when Ellie thought she couldn't take it anymore, he finally eased up a bit and sucked her soft, slippery tongue into his mouth, while his other hand yanked down his pants.
His hard, erect cock sprang free, bobbing in the air. He grabbed one of Ellie's hands and pressed it against his throbbing shaft.
It was so hot!
Her small hand instinctively jerked back, but he immediately pulled it back.
He broke the kiss, panting, and looked down at her. "Aren't you supposed to be helping me? Why are you pulling away?"
"...," Ellie's mouth felt sore from the kiss, and her tongue was numb.
She swallowed hard before finding her voice. "I... I'm not"
Trying to act tough, she shakily opened her hand to grip the burning hot, hard object... it wasn't just hot, it was rock hard, and one hand couldn't even fully wrap around it...
She looked up at him, too embarrassed to lower her head and see how she was holding his cock.
Her face was burning, and even her ears felt like they were on fire. It was hard to imagine how this thing could enter her body and thrust so recklessly...
The feeling of her small hand around his cock made George close his eyes and let out a sigh of relief.
Her hand was cold, at least compared to his own, but her palm and fingers were delicate and smooth, completely different from the feeling of his own grip.
"Other hand," he said hoarsely.
Ellie reluctantly raised her other hand, a bit flustered, and joined it with the first to grip his cock.
It was thick and hard, but the sensation was flexible, like she could still feel the pulse...