“Yeah… like fucking that,” he says through gritted teeth. He lets out a breath through his nose, then I see his teeth digging into his lip.
“Too much? Does it hurt?”
“No. Just… intense. Fuck, I’m going to come so fucking hard.”
“Mmmm, good,” I moan, knowing that when he comes all over his chest, I’ll be cleaning it up with my tongue.
I begin moving a little faster, but I still haven’t bottomed out yet. I’m still fucking him with shallow, slow thrusts. “Saint, I’m ready,” he tells me as he opens his eyes and drags his salacious gaze all over me. “Fuck me, baby.”
Leaning forward, I put both of my hands on the floor next to his forearms and increase my speed. I fuck him faster, harder, chasing my climax as well, because something on my side is stimulating my clit while I’m fucking him.
“FUCK,” he roars. His eyes are wide and staring straight at me as I continue thrusting, then I feel his hand between us fucking his fist. “God, that’s good. That’s so fucking good.” His eyes are closed again as I really begin to fuck him deeper and harder with each thrust.
“Wild,” I moan.
“Yeah? Goddamn, I love that it feels good for you too. Love that your greedy cunt can get off while you’re fucking my ass.”
My mouth falls open. Wild and I are no strangers to dirty talk, but something about this makes us extra filthy.
“You close, baby? Try to hold off a little longer. I want to give you a little more, and then I want you to drain your dick all over my tits,” I tell him.
“Yeah… longer…” I can tell he’s ready to come now. “Wait for you…” he says, and I wonder if the alcohol and this position are making him a little delirious.
“Goddamn, you have such a tight little ass,” I groan. Even though I can’t feel it, Wild and I both get off when I say some of the things he does when the situation is reversed.
“Oh fuuuuck. Halle, I’m there. Shit, baby, I’m there. I’m coming. Holy SHIT, keep going.” He strokes his cock furiously while I’m banging my pelvis against his ass, and then I feel the heat of his cum exploding across my chest, and when I lookdown, there is so much cumfucking everywhere.On my tits, his torso, and some as far up as his neck. Some of it slides down his dick and to his ass, and I can feel it on my thighs as I slow my strokes. I get up on my knees and hold his thighs down while I slowly pull out of his ass. There’s a love-drunk, dreamy smile on his face, and a chuckle leaves his lips once I’m fully out of his asshole.
“Holy shit, that was incredible,” he murmurs. “But you need to come, so come put your pussy on my face while my body learns how to work again.” He chuckles before starting to stretch some of his muscles.
“Baby, you don’t have—” I start, knowing that this position can take a lot out of him.
“I don’t know where in that statement you heard a question, but I didn’t ask,”he says, with a pinned look.
“Yes, Daddy.” I giggle before I move up his body and lower my pussy to his lips. His chest and stomach are still covered in his cum, so I get into the sixty-nine position to clean him up. I drag my tongue across his skin, lapping up his cum while he fucks me with his mouth.
He doesn’t stop until I come. Twice.
The following October 7
“I don’t exactly know what your feelings would be on all of this.” I swallow nervously, like he’s standing right in front of me. “My guess is you would have tried to kill me the first time my mom caught us.” I blanche. “Sorry if that was in poor taste.” I pull my jacket tighter around me as the wind starts to pick up. “I wish you were here. I wish Halle wasn’t deprived of the chance for her father to walk her down the aisle.” I drop to one knee, rubbing my hand over my stepfather’s headstone. “You know, at one point she thought she wanted me to do it when it was time, but then she thought it would be too hard on me to give her to anyone else.” I pause, because the weight of that thought hits me hard.
In another world, another life, maybe Halle and I don’t make it work, and she’d be with someone else, and I’d be forced to watch.
Or maybe it wouldn’t bother me because I wouldn’t be in love with her.
I shake my head at the ludicrous thought because in every lifetime, I’m in love with Halle St. John.
“I think she’s right,” I continue. “I don’t think I could have given her away to anyone because no one would have been good enough. Hell, I’m not even good enough. But I plan to spend the rest of my life trying to be. I’m going to spend the rest of it lovingher and protecting her the way I have my whole life. I know you can’t give me your blessing or permission, but I hope I have it. I hope you know how much I love your daughter. I swear I’ll be the best husband to her.” I slap my hand down a few times and clear my throat as a memory hits me hard and fast.
Halle: 4 years old
Sebastian: 5 years old
An ear-splitting scream stops me in my tracks, and when I turn around, I see Halle on the ground and her bicycle lying next to her. I’m off my bike a second later and run toward her and drop to my knees next to her. She’s not crying yet, but I know it’s coming, and I do my best to calm her down. “Okay, okay… please don’t cry. Don’t cry. It’s going to be okay,” I say, looking down at my stepsister’s skinned knees. We were riding our bikes, and I probably should have slowed down since she was trying to keep up with me when she fell over. I turned around just in time to see her fall off her bike and hit the ground.
Her lip trembles, and I can see the tears in her eyes, but she continuously blinks them away. Her nostrils flare, and it looks like she’s breathing hard. “I’m so sorry. Let’s get you back to the house so we can get a Band-Aid.”
“A… Hello… Kitty… one?” she stammers out.
