Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
“I—we shouldn’t,” I stammer in a whisper.
“Oh, yes we should,” Mal replies, his voice a growl in my ear. “And we’re going to.”
12
Malcom
My parents’ divorce was the hardest thing I ever went through. I never went to therapy for it, and neither did my sister. We should have, and I know that now. She and I both dealt with it in different ways. I became what you might call “a player,” and Nikki decided she could go the opposite way and do exactly what Mom and Dad did not.
She could find the right guy, fall in love, marry him, and make it all work. She wouldn’t cheat, she wouldn’t fall for someone else, and they would have a perfect fairy-tale relationship almost out of spite—almost to say to my mom, “You see? This is what you should have done.”
She found her man, Thomas, just after high school, and did her best to make everything go as perfectly as possible. And they did for a while—for a while.
Things in their relationship started to deteriorate. It wasn’t anything major. It wasn’t all at once. But every now and then, I’d find myself taking her in when she just couldn’t take being at home with her husband. Sometimes she’d stay two nights before going home to work things out again. And if I didn’t have a bad enough view on relationships and love already, Nikki and Thomas’ marriage didn’t exactly help.
But tonight, as I hold Erika in my arms and feel her soft skin against my body, and gaze into her innocent eyes that look up at me with such need, a wonder that moments ago were asking How could you do this to me? I find myself asking if the conclusions I’ve been drawing from my parents’ divorce, from Nikki and Thomas’ disintegrating relationship, haven’t been all wrong.
* * *
I part her folds with my two fingers and find her clit, nice and moist and ready for me. Yeah, she wants this, despite the mouthy retorts she’s been giving me. All I have to do is apply the slightest amount of pressure to her little button, and her entire body comes alive. Her back arches and her hips buck forward into me, and I have to shift my grip to her upper back to keep her from falling backwards as her legs go weak.
A sensual moan falls from her beautiful lips, and I watch intently as lust takes over her face and her eyes focus up on mine, filled with pure submission and desire. Do what you want with me, they say. And God do I not need to be told twice.
My pulse races as I circle her clit with the tip of my finger. Her body begins to tremble as I hold her. It’s so fucking hot, but it’s not enough. I need to see her. I need to see all of her.
With a single motion, I lift her in a way that lets her know she’s supposed to wrap her legs around my waist—and she does. And then it’s up the stairs and into my bedroom, where I dump her onto my bed and quickly start tearing at her clothes as if they might poison her or start burning away her layers of skin.
“Mal…” she whimpers as I strip her down to her beautiful birthday suit. I hear her, but barely. Her beauty and this makeup (if that’s what this is) has me fiercely lost in the moment as I drop to my knees and press my lips to hers—the sweet, moist, pink lips between her thighs that I just know are begging to be licked and sucked by me at this very moment. She cries out. “Oh my God!”
I slide my tongue into her hole—tasting her and mimicking penetration—then drag my fleshy bulb up her wet valley until I find her clit again. Only this time, I take it into my mouth and begin to gently suck. This drives Erika absolutely wild. She begins thrashing on the bed, snatching at the covers as sensuous whimpers and moans drip from her mouth.
That’s it, sweet thing, I want to say, but my mouth is full. Come for Daddy.
Looking up is such a delicious sight. Her teenage tits are perfect, perky mounds that bounce and sway with her every move, causing my cock to throb with ferocious desire. I’m dying to be inside her. But first, I’m going to finish what I’m doing.
“Mal, I can’t–” she stammers as her body begins to quiver even more. “I c-can’t.”
Oh, yes you can, I want to tell her. And you’re going to. But I’m not removing my lips from the tasty little pleasure button. I’m not changing up the rhythm with which I’m sucking. All I’m doing is keeping up what I’m doing so Erika can reach where she needs to get. And if I know anything—she’s right there.