by Laine Watson
He doesn’t, and then he looks right into my flower. Running his hand down it, he says, “I think you’re working just fine. I can see your muscles contracting so well.”
I smirk at him. He’s so strange. He gets so captivated by just watching it.
Haru glides up my body, and we begin to kiss passionately. I can tell my body is coming down from its high and wanting to be taken there again. From the looks of things, so can Haru. He slides his hand down to my little opening and fiddles around with his fingers.
He said he wasn’t going to, but I know he’s going to stick it inside of me. I feel his anxiousness, but I don’t know if I’m ready. I don’t know if I can handle it. I’m not as sore anymore, but I’m still scared.
I hold on to his tight muscular arm as his deep breaths get even heavier. He swallows staring into my eyes, positioning himself. I don’t stop him as he brings himself to my middle and slides inside. I can’t help but arch my back because it hurts so bad going in. Once it’s in there, the pain seems manageable.
We continue to kiss as he makes love to me, sweetly. The sweat on his tattooed body glistens against me.
Wow, Haru. This is so good. If you could just make love to me like this, that would be fine.
It’s almost as if he hears me think that. He stops kissing me. I open my eyes, and there is a mischievous sly little smirk upon it.
What are you about to do?
“All right, princess…” is his only warning. Though he doesn’t tell me what I’m in for, I know immediately. He sits up on his knees and takes my legs in his hands, wraps them around his waist, and starts pounding.
I try to move, to speak, but I cannot. The only thing coming from me are moans and screams, my mind filling with painful, pleasurable, soothing, exciting, sensations all over me.
Haru keeps going.
“Haru…” I call out once I’m able to think straight and form sentences with words.
However, his sweaty body and chiseled abs are busy thrusting all he has inside of me, turning me all sorts of ways. My ears pop with elation, the fear of not knowing what Haru is going to do and the pleasure that comes from when he does do it, is one in the same.
“Stop, Haru!” I beg him, and instead he turns me over on my knees and pounds me from behind.
He halts. “You want me to stop?”
“What? Don’t stop!” Stop comes from my mouth, but everything about my body is demanding him to keep going.
A devilish smirk comes across his face. Resuming his thrusts, he ravages me. I assume, from the borderline pleasurable pain, I am bleeding. It’s so hard it takes my breath away. Every dip Haru makes, pushes out an uncontrollable moan. My body fights through the soreness and thrusts, only to want more. He takes the cue, smacking our bodies together. Harder at first, then even harder. Every carefully delivered strike hits me in my pleasure spot, almost choking me. I cough, feeling like the wind has been blown out of me. He eases back, while I recompose myself, but the lack of intensity causes my body to slump in protest.
He smacks my left butt cheek. The stinging pain hurts so bad, I fall down onto the bed. Though I want it, I agonize over the pain as I anxiously wait to be smacked on my ass again. When he does, I scream out the pain and let the pleasure flow.
“No,” I say, scooting away from Haru, but he follows me. “No, Haru, no.” I push him away.
“Okay.” He pushes himself into me again slowly for a few moments, and then he turns me around on my side. With one foot on the floor and the other bent on the bed, he delves into to me stabbing, burrowing, tunneling, pounding the living crap out of my poor little flower. My body smacks up against the headboard, and he keeps my legs spread as far apart as possible. He takes hold of my bent leg and stretches it out toward the ceiling, holding it in the air.
My screams turn into moans as he keeps right on. I fight the urge to run from him because I’m loving every rough movement. I can’t even hold on to my tenseness; I’m completely open. My insides stir, summoning up an orgasm. I want it to stop but need him to keep going. I’ve never been so indecisive.
Finally, my climax comes, and no matter how hard Haru wants to continue forcing himself inside of me, my body pushes him out. For a single moment, the lights shine brighter, the cells in my body break and fall apart from their own orgasm, and I am lifted to the ceiling. Coming back down from the best orgasm I’ve ever had, I pay no attention to the warm white stuff Haru’s orgasm has shot into me.
“Haru!” I cry as I fall off the bed, cupping my orgasming flower. Haru’s creamy stuff falls out of me. He doesn’t let me fall completely. He catches me and places me back up on the bed. I lie there, contracting while he smacks my ass and laughs.
“Stop,” I whine.
I can’t move. Haru opens my legs and massages my core.
“Don’t touch it,” I say, tensing up and trapping his hand between my legs.
“Come here.”
“No, you broke it again.” I moan cutely.
He lies down and pulls me toward him, freeing his hand. I cuddle up to him, purring like a satisfied kitten and congratulating him on a job well done. I close my eyes with my arms on his chest.
“Are you going back to sleep?” he asks. “You do realize we have to go get Max.”
“I’m not going anywhere. Look what you did to me. You said you weren’t.”
“I never said that. I said I was going to put you in a bath, which was just a speedy recovery. There’s no way I’m not fucking you every day.”
“You said you wouldn’t touch me!”
“Okay, I lied. Sorry?”
“Shut up!”
He chuckles. “You’re not going to go get Max with me?”
“I can’t move, Haru.”
He laughs. “I didn’t hurt you for real, did I?”
“I don’t know. It really hurts though. Like my orgasm hurt.”
“I’m sorry, Summer. You’re going to be okay though. It felt good too, yeah?”
“It felt amazing. I can’t really explain it. Even though it was hurting, I still didn’t want you to stop.”
“That’s how it’s supposed to be.”
“Does it hurt you?”
“No, not at all. It feels so fucking good. If you didn’t make me cum so fast, I’d just keep fucking you.”
I whimper a little as I cuddle up to him. My eyes close, the quietness between us only bringing us closer.
“You’re coming with me, Summer,” Haru tells me out of the stillness. “There’s just no other way. I can’t go back to the way I was … empty.” He sighs. “I guess it wouldn’t matter if I didn’t have Max. I could do anything—die even.”
My eyes open slowly. Die?
Haru continues to talk in a serious, loving, happy voice. “Even if I had tried to have a girlfriend, it still wouldn’t have been as amazing as it is with you. I’m sort of happy to have this with you. It’s like you took one of my firsts, too.”
Haru, you’re so gross sometimes, but that’s really sweet. I am going with you. I’ll go with you anywhere.
“I’ll go…” I finally say. “But not in your car. I choose to drive down your road, in my own car, as long as we both make sure that we both want to go where we’re going,” I say intently.
“What?”
“Oh, sorry. Something Darby said. I probably didn’t say it right.” I sit up. “Listen, Haru, I don’t know if you love me, but I love you. I’m pretty sure I’ve loved you since I was sixteen, as hard as that is to admit, but I do want to do something for myself. I don’t want my identity to be you and Max. Right now, I don’t really have anything else but that. I’m just going to be your girlfriend, that’s all.”
“You’ll be Max’s mom.”
“W-what?”
“I can’t be Max’s mom.”
“Summer, you’re already…”
“Does that mean you want to marry me? I can’t get married.”
“Why not?”
“I just can’t.”<
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“We don’t have to do it now. I don’t know how this love thing is going to play out, but I do know I want to be with you. I want us all to be together. Max wants a mom and a dad. Besides the whole him thinking you were his girlfriend thing, you are great for the both of us. Do what you want, as long as you love us. That’s it.”
“You can be such a perverted jerk, but you’re so sweet.”
Max did say something about me being his mommy.
“We also have to have sex every day, and not lazy sex. Like, I’m-going-to-fuck-you-until-you-can’t-walk sex.”
“…and we’re back on track.” I smirk at him. He glances my way, I give him my undivided attention.
“Summer,” he says seriously, “I do love you. I mean, as far as I know. I want you so bad.”
“But you have me.”
“I know…” He gulps. “I need you to be on board. This is a big thing. We might have to move again, and I told you I’m going to be traveling a lot. That’s just what happens. Every time I’ve gotten a promotion, I’ve had to relocate.”
“I’ve been here all my life, so maybe it’s time for a change. Isn’t that what you said,” I remind him as I flick his hair. “You look almost like you did in college.”
Beautiful, tranquil silence falls over the room, and we lie there for a few long moments.
“I sort of wish you would have come back to tutoring.”
“Yeah, I guess. Maybe we would have just been together.”
“You think so? I’d be a different guy.”
“I’d be the same girl. Just hiding it.”
Chapter Twenty: Mommy
It’s been a couple of weeks. School’s going fine; it’s almost finals. We were supposed to go check out a house in Missouri, but we haven’t yet. Last night, Haru and Max had a cookie eating contest—Haru lost. My mom still has no idea I’m basically not living at home anymore. It’s about six in the morning, and roughly an hour before Haru wakes Max up. I’m lying in his bed next to him, thinking.
I’ve never been so happy, but how am I going to tell my mom? I sigh.
Haru stirs and wraps his arm around me.
I glance over lovingly at him. His hair is growing back fast. One of his eyes opens and looks right at me. I smile sweetly.
“You’re not sleeping. Why are you anxious?” he asks, leaning toward me.
“I’m not. I’m trying to get used to this.”
“Which means you still haven’t told your mom.”
“I don’t know how to.”
“Yeah, I get it.” He hovers over me and kisses me before his face leaves mine. “You know, we didn’t really get a chance to have sex last night.”
“That was you fault. You’re the one who thought it would be awesome to have a cookie eating contest with a six-year-old.”
He lets out a deep sigh, pulls the covers off me, and exposes my T-shirt and underwear. A sly smirk comes across his face. My flower jumps a little bit. I suppose she’s happy to see him. He pulls my panties off, slowly observing them in the process. “These are cute. They’ve got a little bow and purple flowers. Very nice.”
“Um, thanks?” I squirm a little. He’s taking unusually long to touch me.
“Mmm…” His voice sounds sexier now. He kneels in front of me. “Hi, sweet little pussy.” He pulls my legs apart and bends them at the knee. “Did you miss Daddy?”
“Haru,” I peep, my cheeks running a bit warm. My eyes veer away from him.
“What?” He leans into my flower, opening its petals with his fingers. He peers at it as if he’s looking inside. I glance at him, and then back over at the wall. I try to close my legs a little but Haru is holding them apart.
“No, you didn’t answer my question.”
“Stop looking at it like that.”
“I can’t. It’s so pretty and pink. You’re acting all shy and embarrassed. You know you like it. Your pussy is letting out some juice, that means it wants to be fucked.”
“Haru…”
“Summer…” he says, singing it a little with some seductive tones as he slides his fingers between the folds of my core. “Tell Daddy you want him to fuck you.”
“Haru, why?”
“Don’t be like that. Let me hear you say it. Say, ‘Fuck me, Daddy.’”
“Um, no.”
“Say it,” he demands. “You know I have to go to work, so if you don’t hurry up, someone’s not going to get fucked today.”
He’s such an asshole sometimes. I pout, but I don’t have the will to refuse him. I arch my back, pushing my ass down into the bed. Haru’s smug smirking pisses me off.
“…fuck me, Daddy,” I peep.
Haru’s smirk becomes a completely arrogant grin. “I’m sorry. I didn’t quite catch that.”
“Haru!”
“Can you please say it again?” he asks, like an asshole, and leans over me, positioning his ear near my face.
I let out a frustrated sigh and avert my eyes from him because I know I have to say it. I want him so bad. I take my hands down from my mouth and lose some of the warmth in my cheeks.
“Asshole,” I say, reaching for his hair with one hand.
He sucks his teeth and looks at me with one eye closed.
“Daddy … please fuck me,” I say in his face.
His sexy laugh takes away any embarrassment that I have. He pulls my hands from his hair and takes off my T-shirt. He kisses me hard and purposefully. The way his tongue swirls around my mouth tells me he’s trying to turn me on more. I moisten even more. He leaves my lips and flicks his tongue across my right nipple, grabbing my boob in his hand. He is overwhelmingly gentle and rough.
“Haru, fuck me. Please.”
“Call me Daddy.”
“Haru!”
“Daddy?”
“Daddy…” I finally say.
“Fuck me!”
“Daddy, fuck me!” I demand, pushing him down and grabbing his hair.
“All right, princess.”
He doesn’t make me wait anymore.
Haru immediately thrusts—deep and rough—just how I like it. It hurts, but only when he’s going too far in. My body isn’t ready, but it will be. I moan loudly, demanding more of him. His deep thrusts liquefy the pain until all I feel is him wading through an ocean of pleasure.
He flawlessly conjures my orgasm with every stride. My body moves with him; as hard as he pounds me, I push back against him, hoping he’ll go even deeper inside. Again, without breaking the perfect stride, he slides down and plants his feet on the floor. He spreads my legs and rests them against my shoulders, so he can watch as my flower swallows his stalk. His sexy man groans reveal his excitement and turn me on even more. My climax builds.
“Haru!” I scream out, but he’s so focused on fucking me.
“Haru!” I am screaming and moaning, telling Haru no, and telling him yes, fighting him and he keeps his firm gyration steady. Never once wavering, only building my orgasm.
“Haru!” I scream as my body starts to convulse. My hands wrap around his wrists. He explodes, releasing his warm liquid inside of me.
He pushes me further onto the middle of the bed and climbs on top of me. I am still moaning, purring a little. He slows down and massages my swollen, throbbing insides with his massive manhood. I squirm, so satisfied I could fall asleep again. Haru’s breath upon my sweaty body feels so cool and tantalizing. Though we are both breathing hard, he kisses me with his rod still inside of me, my orgasm slowly pushing him out.
I grab his hair and envelope his lips. The comfort of it is unreal.
After we kiss passionately, he stares into my eyes.
“Okay, princess, I have to get ready for work. Have to go wake Max up.”
I moan cutely. “Okay…”
He leans down to my middle. “Okay, you have a good day. Daddy loves you. Can I have a kiss?” he says to it.
“Haru!” I giggle.
He laughs. “Okay, I love you.”
My smile
falls into a blank expression. “I love you, too.” He’s never just said it before. At least not this freely and without me saying it first.
“Yeah, sounds good. Doesn’t it?”
“Yeah.” I say breathily.
He lifts himself off of me and slips on some pants. I get up and walk into the bathroom. As I am about to close the curtain, Haru walks into the bathroom.
“I thought you were going to wake up Max,” I say.
“He was already up.”
“Oh, that’s new. I’ll make breakfast after my shower.” I smile.
He kisses me before stepping into the shower. “I really like when you call me Daddy.”
“You don’t think that’s weird? Max calls you Daddy.”
“Yeah those are two completely different entities.”
“Oh, yeah?” I say, realizing that it’s not at all the same to Haru.
We shower together.
I step out of the shower, put a towel on, and dry off. I put some clothes on to go downstairs and make breakfast.
Max comes hopping down the stairs with his backpack on his back.
“Good morning.” I smile.
“Morning,” he says, staring at me strangely.
“What?” I giggle as he places his backpack down on the floor and sits in one of the wooden chairs. “I hope you’re hungry. We’re having some eggs and toast. You can even make a sandwich. That’s what I’m going to do, and I’ve got your lunch,” I say as I take it out of the fridge and place it on the island.
“I am hungry,” he says, following me with eyes.
“Awesome.” I sit a plate in front of him and one on the other side of the table for Haru.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” I give him a confused look. “You want some juice?”
“Yeah.”
Haru fixes his collar as he comes down the stairs with his suit coat in hand. His crisp, clean white shirt compliments his gray and black skinny necktie. He smiles at me as I get the juice carton from the fridge. He kisses me; his breath is all minty and cool.
“Your plate is on the table.” I smile back, still tasting the remnants of his sweet tongue on mine.
When I glance toward the table, Max has a brooding look on his face.
