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Chapter 12

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Faust

I can tell you exactly what's going through my head but it doesn't matter at all.

What matters is that Shelby's pants slide off with ease.

Simple fucking ease.

Her legs are soft, warm, and cozy.

Her hands grab for the sheets already. She's worried. Hesitant.

I know her body isn't the same as before.

At the same time, I've only had her once.

And what the fuck does any of it matter? She's beautiful. She's perfect. She's all mine right now.

My hands creep up her legs to her inner thighs. I grip her hips, fingers wrapping around the thin edges of her panties.

Now I'm thinking about other men who have done this same thing to her. Maybe even while she wore these exact panties.

I haven't even really asked if she's single or not.

The answer means nothing to me.

It meant nothing to us before, why the fuck would it matter now?

Just thinking that makes me even angrier.

I pull at her panties, watching them slide over her curvy hips.

I can't get enough of how amazing she looks right now.

I see the middle of her panties clinging to her sweet body.

That makes me grin slightly, knowing that I can still make her wet.

She bends her knees a little as I strip her panties down to her ankles and off.

She's hesitating again, worried about herself.

That makes me mad too.

So fucking mad.

I should have been there the entire time. I should have been kissing her, holding her, loving her. Massaging her back, her feet, her neck. Tasting her body as it changed week by week, fucking her senseless, making it known just how perfect she was with her new womanly-motherly figure.

Our eyes meet.

I can't hide my anger.

She bites her bottom lip.

What the fuck are we right now? Who the fuck are we?

I mean, this is no different from the past.

Everything about us is a fucked up mess.

Yet I can't stop myself.

Our son is in the next room, sleeping.

And here we are…

I move my eyes down and look between her legs. Her soft, damp labia make my mouth water. Her sweet, subtle smell. My body aches. My mind rages. My heart… don't even ask …

I kiss her inner thigh. Her left inner thigh.

I kiss hard.

Then harder.

I open my mouth and suck at her leg.

She jumps and shivers.

Oh, I haven't forgotten that she's ticklish. Not one bit.

I hold her legs down and kiss even harder.

I wasn't able to leave a mark on her neck, so I'm going to leave a mark on her inner thigh.

Once I do just that, I ease up and use the tip of my tongue to slide up her inner thigh until I reach her.

Her.

Her warm cunt.

It's all mine. Again.

She's familiar yet a stranger.

Her body is delicious.

I taste… and I keep tasting.

My tongue races up, down, side to side.

I attack , suckling her flowery skin, my tongue pressing against her clit, making her body jump.

"Faust," she purrs.

That little, lusty purr takes me back to another night with Shelby. At the edge of that same lake.

Kissing her under a half-moon. Crickets chirping, singing, cheering us on. The taste of her skin. Soft and warm and then the bitterness of her cheap body spray. I can't get enough. My hands pulling her against me. Our bodies touching, colliding. I want more but haven't planned out the logistics of where to take her to have her. My right hand touches her stomach and her skin flutters. My fingertips flirt with the top of her pants and I ease them down into her panties, touching her. Curling my fingers, following her body, guiding me to her waiting wetness. I plunge one finger into her warmth. She's tight. She clenches against my digit. I instantly slow myself down. I tell myself to take it easy. So I gently fuck Shelby with just one finger. I move in a soft, thorough motion. I bring my finger out and up and rub her clit. I show her pleasure she may not have experienced yet. Her body jumps and she grabs at my shirt. She groans my name over and over. I decide to test a second finger. Oh, her beautiful body is ready for that now. Still tight. Burning hot. Honey practically dripping down my fingers. My left hand grabs her ass and I hold her steady. I thrust harder with my fingers. Harder… fucking… harder… until she comes. She climaxes with a whimpering groan as she climbs to her toes before falling down to her feet. A gush of honey coats my fingers and my hand. As soon as I remove my hand from her panties I kiss her softly. Then I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck her own hot cum off them in front of her. She's shocked by that…

"Faust!" Shelby cries out.

She grabs for a pillow and covers her face.

This is interesting for me right now.

I'm not used to a woman needing to suppress her screams of pleasure.

I guess we have to be careful not to wake someone else living here…

Her muffled groans as she hides her face work well with her hips as they jump on the bed.

My hands grab. Tight. I hold her in place to finish her off.

I have to be honest, I can't believe how wet she is. She's dripping. She's acting like she hasn't been touched in a very long time. She's ripe and swollen, glistening and ready. I can tell she doesn't want to let go right now but her body doesn't give her a choice. Part of me wants to tell her this is the first of many intense orgasms, but I don't want to lie to her.

For all I know, this is a mistake.

Me touching, kissing and bringing her to climax is a big fucking mistake.

At this moment, it works.

Her honey is sweet and addicting.

She comes hard, her body writhing, feet planted on the bed, her cunt lifting and lowering with each licking kiss I offer her.

When I pull my mouth away, I lick my lips.

I then gently move my right hand between her legs and press my thumb against her throbbing clit.

I move up, kissing her body.

Her pubic hair is soft.

When I get near her stomach, she grabs her shirt and holds it down.

I rip her hand away.

She doesn't get it.

I want to see. I want to know. I want to kiss.

It's no secret nor surprise there's evidence of her being pregnant. Her soft stomach has marks. Skin that's been stretched to the max and then pulled back. I rub my nose against the ripples on her stomach. It makes my heart race, ache, and then fill with anger all at the same time.

I quickly pull away from her and she shoves her shirt down, obviously self-conscious.

We look at each other for a moment.

The pillow that was on her face is next to her.

She looks flustered and tired, yet still turned on.

My thumb carefully strokes her clit. Soft and gentle.

"F-f-faust," she purrs. "I'm going to…"

Her hips buck and her face turns bright red.

She's starting to climax again.

I want to stay here all night with her. I want to make her come over and over until she's crying from how good it feels. I want her to cuddle up in my arms and I want to hold her until our son wakes up.

Let him come find us in bed together. Let him see that his mother and father are… together…

I take my hand from between her legs and I move from the bed.

It's more than obvious that I'm rock hard. My poor cock has nowhere to move. It's slithered down the right side of my jeans the best it could.

As soon as Shelby sees, her eyes light up.

"Goodnight, sweetie," I say to her and I leave the bedroom.

I pause and look over my shoulder.

In one bedroom my son sleeps.

In the other bedroom the mother of my son is probably curling her toes, wondering what just happened.

I'm wondering the same too.

What I know is that Shelby is like a drug to me.

She was that way back then and she's that way now.

And if I decide to turn my anger into sexual pleasure for her, she's bound for a whole lot of orgasms.

Also, whether she likes it or not…

… tonight is her last night sleeping in this small, noisy apartment.

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