“Always so wet for me.”
“How do you know it’s for you? Maybe Johnny came to visit me?”
Jealousy flashes white-hot through my veins, and I shove two fingers inside her, hard enough to make her back arch.
“Open your mouth.”
She obeys instantly — sweet, dirty little thing — and I yank my wet fingers free, sliding them between her lips.
“Suck.”
She moans around my fingers, her lashes fluttering, her big blue eyes drowning in lust.
“Do you like tasting yourself?”
She nods, desperate, needy, mine.
I pull my fingers from her mouth and slam them back inside her pussy, harder, deeper.
“Would you like to feel my cum inside you?”
Her eyes go wide and fuck, the thought of filling her up, seeing my cum leak out of her, almost has me blowing my load right there.
“I want to see my cum oozing out of that tight pussy.”
I bite her bottom lip, hard, dragging it between my teeth, my fingers fucking into her with brutal precision, determined to make her fall apart.
“You’d think you like that, princess?”
She’s about to answer — her body already starting to shake in my hands — when the door slams open like a goddamn gunshot.
We break apart instantly, guilt and frustration slamming into me like a freight train.
“Mom, don’t you knock?”
“No, because this is an office, not a bedroom, Niccolo. But it’s nice to see you two working on that baby making.”
I could strangle her. I could scream. Instead, I force my faceinto something close to neutral, my cock still painfully hard, my balls aching.
“Mom, don’t start that now.”
“I’m just saying,” she says with a chirpy shrug, oblivious, “Colt and Abigail will be having a little one soon, and it will be nice to see my son follow suit like Nora’s.”
I groan, running a hand through my hair in frustration.
“Uh, I better get back and check on my tables.” Mel bolts, leaving me standing there, strung out, raging hard, and ready to snap.
29
MELANIE
“And that’s why Romeo and Juliet isn’t the greatest love story of all time, or Noah and Allie in The Notebook. It’s the love story of a man, a woman, and a baby who gave His life for you and died for your sins because that’s how much He loved you.”
I tried to concentrate on the preacher’s words, but they barely scratched the surface. Underneath it all, something ugly writhed — an ache, an itch I couldn’t scratch, a sickness deep in my bones. My thighs still throbbed from how Nick and I had fucked this morning — brutal, fast, like the world was ending — and every shift in the pew made the soreness pulse sharper.
I told myself this was different. That I wasn’t using anymore, just trading one high for another. Sex, not pills. Him, not poison.
But it was a lie.
