Cherry Pie

by Madison Faye

  I growl fiercely as my tongue slides through her lips, tasting her sweet cunt as I drag it from the bottom all the way up to her clit. My tongue bumps over her hard-little nub, making her squeal and thrash on the couch beneath me. Her hips buck eagerly against my face, and my hands have to grab her thighs and spread them wide to keep her from squeezing them shut on my head. I push my tongue into her, curling it deep and eagerly tasting her sweet honey as my cock lurches in my pants and Kendall starts to go to pieces.

  She’s tastes like heaven and those moans are like the sweetest sin.

  My tongue pushes in and out of her, like I’m shallowly fucking her with it as her honey drips all over my chin. I groan into her, drunk off her pussy, my head spinning with lust as I devour her. I’m like an addict, hungry for more and more and more—like I’ll never get enough of tasting her no matter how long I spend between her pretty thighs, licking her sweet little cunt.

  Goddamn she tastes like sugar and flowers. Like a teenage dream. Like forbidden candy. Her body ripples, hips bouncing off the couch as she grinds against my tongue—eagerly, wantonly, recklessly. Soft little mewling sounds fall from her lips, her hands sliding down over her body, tugging at her nipples before pushing lower and tangling into my dark hair.

  I want to tell her to come for me. I want to tell her make that pretty little cunt cream all over my tongue, but I’ll be damned if I pull away from eating her, even to say a single word. So, I just keep dragging my tongue over her, swirling it around her clit as I suck it between my lips. My hands tighten on her thighs, her tummy clenches, her legs squeeze against me, and her mouth falls open.

  “Marshall!”

  I suck at her clit as my tongue swirls around it, and suddenly, she explodes.

  Suddenly, she’s mine.

  Kendall cries out, the orgasm rippling through her and twisting and clenching her body as she comes hard against my tongue. I lick her right through it, groaning into her, pinning her to the couch as I drink down her honey and just keep on teasing her clit right into another climax. She whimpers, writhing under me, bucking into my mouth as she comes again and again, until my chin is drenched in her juices and her eager little pussy is spasming against my tongue.

  And suddenly, headlights flood through the windows to the driveway.

  Kendall shrieks just about as hard as my heart jumps into my throat. She springs from the couch, her eyes wild and her shoulders panting—both with her orgasm and the shock of Amy’s car pulling up to the house.

  “I—oh fuck!” She yanks her sundress down, whirling like she’s about to flee the room. Before suddenly, she stops, turns, and launches herself right into me. Her lips crush to mine, and I know damn well she can taste her pussy on my lips, but damn if she doesn’t kiss me slow and deep, her tongue swiping over my lips hungrily, tasting herself before she pulls away.

  Our eyes lock, fire blazing between us, before suddenly, she whirls and springs from the room.

  I stand there stunned—stunned, rock hard, and lost, before reason takes over. I swear at the sound of Amy’s car door outside, and I’m about to run out of the room myself to go get cleaned up, when I spot something white. I glance down and grin hungrily.

  Kendall’s panties.

  I snatch them up and dart from the room, snagging a bottle of bourbon from the bar cart on the way out before I take the stairs to my wing of the house two at a time. I slump against my bedroom door when I’m finally inside—panting, reeling, and addicted.

  I glance at the bottle in my hands and scowl.

  Fuck the whiskey. I want to get drunk off of her. I want the taste of her on my tongue. I want it everywhere.

  I want more of Kendall Shaw. I want every fucking part of her. And I want it now.

  Chapter 6

  Kendall

  Everything is buzzing. My ears ring. My face burns. My body aches in the most delicious way. And the heat between my thighs is so powerful that my legs shake as I stumble and tumble back to the spare room that I’ve taken over next to Amy’s bedroom. I slam the door shut just as I hear her coming hollering that she’s home from downstairs, and my pulse thunders.

  That. Just. Happened.

  Mr. Bane, the man I’ve lusted after ever since I knew what wanting a man was, just spread my legs, tore my panties off, and put his mouth all fucking over me. It feels so wicked and sinful, and so fucking good that I can’t decide if I want to scream or just plain explode. I sink to the ground, my back against the door and my legs squeezed tight together.

  Shit, where the hell are my panties?

  I cringe, hoping to God they’re under the couch, or that Mr. B found them.

  Fuck, I’m so, so wet. I’m so wet I almost wonder if I’m leaving a freaking puddle on the ground under me. I can feel it slick on my thighs, coating my lips along with the phantom memories of his touch there—of his hands on my thighs and his tongue dragging so perfectly over my pussy.

  I’ve never even come close to coming like that. Not even the nights where I’ve spent hours under the covers, edging myself along until I scream into my pillow. Not even the times on the video chat, touching myself under my panties for my mystery man—the man who I was both terrified of and totally in lust with.

  Except that man is the man I’ve crushed on since I was little. That man is the man who just pinned me to the couch and swirled his tongue around my clit until I saw fucking stars.

  That man is my best friend’s dad, and I just came on his tongue.

  The sound of Amy running up the stairs has my heart jumping into my throat, and I jump to my feet and away from the door just as she bangs it open. My friend has never been one for knocking.

  “Hey!”

  I do my best to swallow the heat from my face, along with the guilt, as I turn, smiling at her.

  “Hey! Look, sorry again for leaving early, I just…”

  I shrug.

  “I dunno. Just had some stuff to think through,” I lie, through my teeth, at my best friend in the world.

  But Amy just shrugs, brushing past me to fall across my bed, face up.

  “Oh, you didn’t miss much. Kelly bitching about Matt. Simone’s drama with her mom’s personal trainer.”

  I grin, blushing, and so thankful that the drama eye is focused elsewhere off of me. Sorry, Simone.

  Amy sits up suddenly, frowning.

  “Hey, by the way, I don’t think I we spent enough time talking about your date yesterday.” She makes a face. “Sorry he bailed, dude. What the hell happened?”

  I shrug. “He bailed, I guess.”

  Lies. So many lies.

  “What a dick.”

  “Yeah, what a dick,” I parrot absently, looking away.

  What a dick indeed.

  Because I’ve felt the bulge in Marshall’s pants, and even just feeling it has my core tightening, and heat pooling between my legs all over again. I’ve felt his cock, and I want it. I want him and knowing that makes me feel like absolute shit as I sit on the bed, trying to swallow my guilt as I talk to Amy.

  I wonder if doing what I’m doing with Marshall makes me a terrible person. But then, I know I can’t help it.

  “Hey, does your dad date a lot?”

  The very second it leaves my lips, I want to scream at myself and take it back.

  What the fuck are you doing?!

  Amy arches a brow, smirking as she shrugs.

  “Maybe? I dunno. You know how he is, disappearing into the city all the time on weekends. I guess he sleeps in his office working late. But maybe there are women?” She snorts. “I mean, God, I hope so. If not, the last time he got laid was like, eighteen years ago, give or take.”

  She immediately wrinkles her nose as she says it, shaking her head violently.

  “Ugh, okay eww. Subject change, now.”

  I giggle as she makes a sickly face.

  “Wanna put PJs on, make some snacks, and watch something?”

  “Hell yes,” I grin. “What do you want to watch?”

>   “Something with Ryan Reynolds without a shirt on?”

  I laugh. “Done.”

  * * *

  An hour later, Amy’s snoring and drooling on her pillows. I grin, reaching for the remote to the TV in her room and turning it off, plunging the room into darkness. I tug the blankets up over her and crawl out of the bed, padding out and gently closing the door behind me. I turn, reaching for the knob to my room next to hers, when something stops me.

  Something… needing.

  Something that aches for more. A forbidden pull, and a little devil on my shoulder urging me to sin, and to dive deeper into the forbidden pool I’ve already dipped my toes into. I pause, one hand on the doorknob as I swivel my head to look down the hallway, to the double doors that lead to the other wing of the house where Marshall’s room is.

  That ache comes again. A forbidden temptation. A pull towards the off limits that I can’t seem to break free of. And slowly, as my pulse begins to beat faster, my hand drops from the doorknob. My body turns, and my feet start to move before I can even tell them to stop it. I pad barefoot down the hall, my body shivering with forbidden heat as I push the doors open and step through. They close with a heavy thunk behind me, making my skin prickle and my nipples harden under my tank top.

  Turn around. Go to bed. Go the HELL to bed.

  But I already know I’m going to be ignoring that voice in my head as start to walk, padding quietly down the hall, closer and closer to his room. I pause just outside of it, my heart racing and my skin tingling with something fierce. There’s a dull glow from under the door, and for one second, I falter, starting to turn to walk away. But then, I stop myself, taking a breath as I turn back and force my hand to the doorknob. I grip it, turn it, and slowly push the door open.

  The room is mostly dark as I step in. Marshall’s actual bedroom is down a short little alcove of a hallway once I’m inside the door, and I pause there in the shadows, creeping forward. Slowly, I glance around the corner into the huge master suite, and my breath catches.

  There he is.

  Marshall is sitting in a mocha-leather chair by the big windows that look out over the backyard and pool. The lights are on in the backyard, which is the glow I saw coming from under the door. And good lord, he’s naked except for a pair of black boxers. I can feel my core tighten, heat flooding between my thighs. He’s turned away from me, looking out the windows, and in his hands, he swirls a glass of something.

  Slowly, my pulse racing, I step out of the shadows and into the room.

  No turning back now.

  “Marshall.”

  He whirls, his brow shooting up in shock as he sees me standing there in my sleep shorts and tank top. His jaw tightens, and a fire blazes in his blue eyes as they sweep over me.

  Slowly, forcing myself not to tremble, I start to pad towards him.

  “Fuck, Kendall. You need to get—”

  “No,” I say quietly but firmly, determination in my voice. I know he wants this as much as me, and I’m not going to let him push me away again. I’m not going to let him deny us both what we both known we want.

  “You paid for it.”

  His eyes narrow, a shadow cross his face as his lips pull back in a low growl.

  “Stop it,” he hisses, shaking his head. “Whatever your situation, the money is yours, Kendall. We’re not—”

  “So we’re doing it for free, then.”

  He swallows, that jaw of his grinding as he watches my every step as I come closer and closer.

  “No, we aren’t.”

  His voice is flat, mechanical. A canned response. A lie. Because his mouth is saying the opposite of what his eyes are. The opposite of what his hands are doing, clenching into fists. The opposite of the bulge I can see lewdly throbbing inside his tented boxers.

  “Yes, we are,” I whisper as I come to a stop right in front of where he’s sitting in his chair. Our eyes lock, and I barely pause as I put a knee on either side of his muscled legs and move onto the chair with him, hovering over his lap. My tongue darts out, wetting my lips, and before I can second guess myself, or ask myself exactly what the hell I think I’m doing with this vampy sex-kitten act I’m putting on, I reach out with my hand.

  I reach out, and when my hand cups his thick bulge, we both react at the same time—me gasping quietly, and him growling thickly.

  “Goddamnit, Kendall. I—earlier was—”

  “Earlier was the best thing I’ve ever felt,” I whisper thickly, leaning in and moving closer to him, my lips approaching his.

  “And I want more,” I breathe huskily against his mouth before pulling away, and sliding off his lap, not a single idea where this sex kitten act of mine is coming from, but I’m going with it. I stand, my fingers sliding under the hem of my tank top before I slowly pull it up and all the way off. My skin tingles, my bare nipples puckering as I stand topless in front of him. His eyes rake hungrily over me, and suddenly, Marshall snaps.

  I gasp as his big hands reach out and cup the backs of my thighs. I tremble as his eyes pierce into me, his hands skimming up the backs of my thighs until he grabs my ass through my thin sleep shorts. He pulls me into him with a grunt, my knees toppling back onto the chair on either side of him as I fall into him. Our mouths come crashing together, and I’m whimpering eagerly as his tongue pushes past my lips, hungrily seeking mine. We grind together, this heated, feverish dance of our bodies pressing tight together as he growls fiercely into my mouth.

  Those big hands of his kneed my ass, pulling my throbbing pussy against his thick bulge as I moan into him.

  “I want you,” I whisper fiercely into the kiss. “I want you so fucking badly.”

  He groans, kissing me deeper as one hand slides up my bare back, teasing up my spine. His hand slides into my hair and wraps it in a fist, making me gasp, my body clenching with aching need as he tugs on it. His lips drop to my exposed neck, sucking and nipping and teasing their way to my ear.

  “Show me,” he growls lowly, making me whimper as his words send shivers through my body.

  “Show me how bad you want me, baby girl,” he hisses, and my body shudders with ecstasy as I grind against him.

  My sex kitten act falters for a second, because for all of my sultry talk and me just waltzing in here and whipping my shirt off, I realize quite quickly that I am in way over my head. I’ve never seduced anyone before, let alone a man more than twice my age, with decades of experience. And who am I? Some silly little girl with a crush who’s gone jumping into the deep end with him, and suddenly I wonder if I’m daring enough to actually do this.

  But then his lips tease back over my jaw, and when they move to my lips and capture my moans as he kisses me deeply, I suddenly know that there’s no way I’m backing out now.

  I kiss him back eagerly, rolling my hips against him eagerly. And when I feel his thickness pulse and throb against my pussy through my shorts, I moan as the fire curls and licks its way through me.

  “You want me to show you?” I whisper heatedly against his lips, nipping at them with my teeth as I slowly roll my hips into him. Slowly, I pull away and start to slide off of him, pushing off his lap as I slide to the floor between his legs. Marshall’s jaw clenches, fire roaring in his eyes as he watches me kneel in front of him, my hands sliding over his muscled thighs up to his boxers.

  My fingers trace over his thick bulge, my pussy clenching and my body shivering with heat as I feel just how big he is. I pant, trembling as my hands slide higher, until my fingers hook into the waist of his boxers. I tug, pulling them down, and when the bulging base of his big cock slides into view, I actually moan out loud.

  I give the boxers another tug, and this time, he raises his hips, and the boxers slide all the way to his knees. His cock springs free with a heavy slap against his chiseled abs, and my jaw drops.

  Holy. Shit.

  Marshall isn’t just big. He’s enormous. Enormous, thick, and gorgeous. I mean I’d never have imagined referring to a cock as “gorgeo
us,” but there’s seriously no other way to describe it. In our video chats, from before, we always kept things under underwear. Even when I touched myself for him, or when he stroked his cock, it was always under panties, and under boxers. To see him now, in the flesh, makes my pulse roar and my skin tingle into goosebumps.

  Swollen, smooth, veined, and pulsing with need, for me. I gasp, staring at it mesmerized as it throbs in front of me. His swollen head pulses, and I gasp as I watch a big dollop of creamy white liquid bead at the tip and then slowly trickle down the underside of his shaft, leaving a glistening little trail.

  He kicks his boxers off, and I lean forward, and before I can stop myself, I’ve slid my hand up to him. I gasp as my fingers curl around him, and Marshall groans as I tighten my grip. My fingers don’t even touch around his size, and I squeeze my thighs together as I feel a throb of wet heat pulse through my pussy. My fingers slide over him, running over the slick droplet from earlier. I pull my hand away, eyes dropping to the wetness on my finger. And slowly, I pull it towards my mouth, open my lips, and suck it clean.

  “Good girl,” Marshall growls lowly, the words making me moan as I slide my hand back to him. I stroke my fingers up and down, panting at the way he’s somehow both so fucking hard and so velvety soft at the same time. His head swells, and I gasp as I watch another drop of that clear white liquid bead at the tip. I lean forward, open my mouth, and as my eyes swivel up to lock with his, I kiss the tip of his big cock.

  Marshall groans, his hands pushing into my hair and tightening in a way that sends a thrill through me. I moan at the salty sweet taste of him, kissing his bulbous crown again as the naughtiness of what I’m doing throbs through me. My lips part, my pulse roars, and slowly, I slide my mouth down over his cock. He grunts, his hips automatically raising, his abs flexing, and his hands tightening in my long blonde hair.

  “Fuck, Kendall,” he hisses through clenched teeth, fire blazing in his eyes as they lock with mine.

  I slip my mouth off, panting, trembling with desire as I lick my lips.