by Amy Brent
I felt him nuzzling against my skin, his hands digging into my hips. My body trembled with nerves as he approached the stretch marks littering my stomach, and for a split second, I thought about pulling away. I thought about reaching up and cutting off the light, just so he wouldn’t have to take in the purples and reds that tore against my skin.
But the moment he got to them, he kissed every single one. His tongue drew outlines, leaving glistening marks behind as his hands slowly parted my thighs. I was panting. Gasping for air as his lips finally descended onto my pussy. My clit throbbed for him, swollen beyond its hood and ready for release.
“You’re more beautiful than I ever dreamed you would be.”
He said it like a secret. A mumble to himself, as if he was trying to convince himself this was happening. His tongue slowly slid in, flicking my clit as I jumped against his lips.
I wanted him to do it again.
He scooped some of my juices into his mouth and swallowed me whole. I looked up and groaned, taking in his mound of thick brown hair as he buried his face into my pussy. His tongue lapped and swirled, touching all the right places as my pussy poured out juices onto his cheeks, and by the time I was approaching my end, my legs were locked around his head.
“Please, Brandon. Don’t stop. Shit, that feels so good. Oh fuck. You’re so good. Yes.”
I pulled him closer to me as my toes began to curl. My legs pulled taut as his lips sucked at my clit, and suddenly, my body began to shudder. I shook at his mercy, my legs going still as my body trembled for him. I could feel my tits bouncing as he hummed into my wetness, and the moment he pulled back, I knew I wanted all of him.
In this very moment, I wanted nothing more than to be his.
I ripped him up by his hair and pulled his lips back onto mine. I rolled him over and straddled him, my pussy lips engulfing his cock as his tip stroked against my sensitive clit. My hands pressed into his chest as I watched his glistening face, his tongue darting out to lick up all of me off his face.
“I’m on the pill, in case you’re wondering,” I said.
“Are you sure about this, Melissa?” he asked. “Because this doesn’t have to happen. I’m completely content just lying here with you.”
His hands stroked my thick thighs, making my entire body shiver. If he only knew what his touch did to me, what it had always done to me. My eyes fluttered shut as I raised off his hips, and without another word, I grabbed his cock and positioned it at my entrance. His eyes were locked onto my every movement. He wanted to watch himself slide into me. I wanted to see every movement and feel every crevice as my swollen walls took him inside.
So, I inched down slowly, allowing him the full view of my body sitting on top of his.
“Oh, holy shit,” he breathed.
I planted my hands onto his rippling chest as I slowly began to roll. His hands flew to my hips, helping me move as his eyes screwed shut. He looked absolutely beautiful with my juices shining on his cheeks. So beautiful, in fact, that I dipped down and locked my lips with his again.
When he opened his eyes, he was looking at me, and before I could react, he flipped me over onto my back.
“What was that for?” I asked, giggling.
“I don’t want to miss a moment with you,” he said.
Then, he set a furious pace. His cock slid in and out of me, stretching me as my walls expanded to accommodate his massive dick. My juices were covering his dick, dripping down his balls, and my hands clamped down into the muscles of his back. I rolled my hips up to meet his, watching his lips pucker with pleasure as my pussy began fluttering around his cock.
“Fuck, Melissa. You’re so tight. Holy shit, you feel incredible.”
His face dropped into the crook of my neck as he snapped his hips against mine. I wrapped my thick legs around his waist, pulling him in closer as our hips connected. Skin slapping skin echoed off the corners of his room, the smell of our sex permeating the air as we gasped and moaned into one another’s skin. His body was shining with sweat, and my skin was quivering against his. My pussy pulled his cock farther and farther into me, making his hips stutter as I quickly climbed that precipice again.
I wanted him to fall over with me. I wanted to cling to his body as we whispered each other’s names out into the night.
“Come with me, Brandon. Please,” I whispered.
His lips locked with mine again as he began hammering my hips. My tits jumped at his chest as my fingertips raked down his back. My moans became whimpers which morphed into wails, and soon there was nothing but the sound of my own blood rushing through my ears.
“I’m almost there. Almost there. Come for me, Melissa. Squeeze that cock.”
I clung to him, my head dipping into the crook of his neck as my teeth sank into the meat of his shoulder. He groaned into me, his cock sliding deep into my pussy before I felt him twitch. My entire body quaked for him, shaking and convulsing as we dropped to the bed. His lips peppered my cheek with kisses as my pussy milked his dick, swallowing his come down as he marked me as his own.
Just like he had so many years ago.
We laid there in the moonlight, naked and panting. I could feel his juices trickling between my legs as he laid there, his dick still sheathed within me. I could feel him panting while his entire body shook, but when he tried to move, I only pulled him closer. Deeper. Farther into my body.
“I’m right here, Melissa. I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered into my ear.
I fell asleep that night in his bed before I even felt him pull his cock from between my legs.
Chapter 19
Brandon
I woke up the next morning with Melissa’s hair sprawled across my chest. My fingertips danced along her skin, feeling how warm she was as she snuggled into me. The sunlight was streaming across her exotic skin, coating her in a shimmering light that pulled a smile from my cheeks. She looked like a sleeping angel as her chest rose and fell with her soft snores. I wondered if she was sleeping better in my arms like I was within hers.
I played with her hair and traced pictures on her back until she stirred. She groaned and stretched, her leg pulling taut between mine. Her lips reached out and pressed a kiss to my stomach, causing me to chuckle as she flickered her sleepy gaze up to mine.
Even in their hazy state, the yellow freckles of her brown eyes shone with the rays of the sun.
“I have to go get Sarah,” she said.
“I was going to wake you soon if you didn’t stir. I’ll have to get up and get Max soon, too.”
“With your mom?” she asked as she sat up.
“Yep. With your in-laws?” I asked.
“Yep.”
The sheet fell from her body, and I watched her tits rest against her chest. Her soft curves taunted my fingertips, pulling at them like marionette strings. I reached out and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her back into me as she giggled.
“If we don’t get up, we can’t get our kids,” she said.
“What if I told you I wasn’t ready to let you go yet?” I asked.
“I’d tell you tough. Because we’ve got kids,” she said, giggling again.
“What if I took us and the kids out for lunch?”
She tilted her head to look up at me as her mind slowly jumped to life. Her eyes bounced between mine as she considered my offer. Then she raised up and planted a small kiss on the tip of my nose.
“I think that sounds nice,” she said.
We got up and got dressed, and I reluctantly put her in a cab. I wanted to take her back to her house, make sure she got there all right. But she insisted on taking a cab, so she could get back to her car. I shut her door and waved her off, watching as the yellow taxi took her away, and I couldn’t help feeling this aching emptiness settle in my stomach.
I didn’t like seeing her off.
I picked up Max from my mother’s, but he was not in a happy mood. Everything I asked of him was met with a no, and by the time I pulled up to the res
taurant, he was in a full-blown meltdown. I parked at the end of the parking lot as he kicked and screamed, trying to order us to go home so he could watch more cartoons.
“We’re going and meeting new friends, Max. Don’t you want to meet new friends?” I asked.
“No! Cartoons!” he exclaimed.
“Max, you watched enough cartoons at Grandma’s. Now, it’s time to go meet one of Daddy’s friends,” I said.
“No, no, no! No friends!”
“Max, what in the world is wrong?” I asked.
“Go home and see cartoons,” he said, crying.
“Boys who pitch fits like this don’t get to go home and get what they want,” I said.
Just then, I heard someone rap at the window of my car. I looked over and saw Melissa’s face, sympathy painted all over it as I got out of the car. I looked down at the little girl whose hand she was holding, and I couldn’t believe how much Sarah looked like her mother. Same long, black hair. Same loose curls. Same brown eyes with those yellow sparkles, but her mouth was different.
She must’ve gotten her jawline from her father.
“Daddy!” Max shrieked.
“Cartoons?” Melissa asked.
“That’s where he wants to be,” I said, sighing.
“May I?” she asked.
“Oh, no. He’ll calm down in a bit. When he gets this worked up, you have to let him ride it out.”
Sarah was clinging to her mother’s leg, but Melissa kept insisting. She moved Sarah away from her leg, and as she opened my car door, I crouched down to Sarah’s level. Her hand kept reaching for her mother, wanting to keep in contact at all times while around a stranger like me. She was hesitant. Quiet. Apprehensive about the entire situation. She tensed up when Max’s shrieking ricocheted from the car, and I saw her lunge for her mother.
But she tripped and stumbled, almost crashing to the pavement had I not reached out for her.
“Are you all right?” I asked.
She scrambled to her feet as tears rose to her eyes. I’d startled her, that much was for sure. She was obviously overwhelmed by her surroundings as her eyes flickered up to Max, and I watched as Melissa slowly ran her hands through his hair. He pulled away from her, smacking her hand and shrieking at her to stop. But all she did was continue, so I brought my focus back to her scared daughter.
“I like your bow,” I said.
But all she did was back away further.
“That’s my son, Max. He’s not very happy right now because he wants to watch cartoons. Do you like cartoons?”
I watched her nod her head as Max’s tantrum slowly began to dwindle.
“What’s your favorite?”
I saw her look up at her mother who was still attending to Max, so I simply sat back and waited. She looked back at me, her eyes locking with mine before she looked down at her feet.
“Buzz Bunny,” she said.
“Bugs Bunny? I like him, too,” I said.
“You do?” she asked.
“Mhm. Do you have a favorite snack for when you watch cartoons?”
“Froot Loops,” she said. “Or caramel popcorn.”
“Those sound yummy. Maybe we could have some after we have lunch,” I said.
I watched her take a step toward me as my gaze flickered up to Melissa. Max was finally calming down. So much so, in fact, that Melissa was beginning to unbuckle him. I watched as he held out his arms for her, tumbling his body into hers, and he clung to her neck. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, but before I could stand up and take him from her, I felt it.
Sarah’s hand slowly slid into mine.
Melissa looked down and gasped at the gesture. The shock that rolled over her face was evident, and as I stood with her daughter’s hand in mine, I couldn’t believe how Max had curled into her body. His breathing was evening out, his tears were drying up, and he was actually allowing someone he didn’t know to hold him close.
He never did that. Ever. For anyone new.
“I’ve never seen her take to someone like that so easily,” she said.
“I could say the same about you and Max.”
For a moment, we simply stood there looking at one another. Max’s hair was piled onto her shoulder as her hand smoothed up and down his back while Sarah’s hand gripped mine tightly as she stood close to my leg. My son, the defiant, tantrum-pitching four-year-old abandoned by his mother, was allowing a woman he’d never met to hold him close.
And Sarah, the shy, quiet daughter of a man who’d died before she was one, was standing close to me, knowing I’d jump at a moment’s notice to protect her.
“Mister?” she asked.
“Yes, Sarah?”
I watched her hold out her hands for me, and I quickly picked her up in my arms. I saw tears glisten in Melissa’s eyes, and for the first time in my life, I felt content. We walked the kids into the restaurant as they laid on our respective shoulders, and as I opened the door for Melissa, I felt like I’d finally made a right decision.
This was how our lives should have been from the start.
Chapter 20
Melissa
I still had my appointment with Brandon today, and I was excited to see him. Lunch had gone wonderfully with us and the kids, and I was still stunned at how Sarah had taken to him. She talked with him and asked him a couple of questions and even let him help her with her food. It was the most incredible thing I had ever seen, and my heart was soaring by the time Sarah and I got back home.
I closed my eyes and sat in my car to gather myself for a few minutes. I couldn’t get my mind off how incredible Brandon felt after our date last night. The way his cock filled me and the way his hands roamed my skin, it was like my stretch marks and loose skin didn’t matter to him. He kissed every dollop of fat and slurped down every last drop of juice I could create for him, but I knew I had to pull myself together.
I was about to go into an appointment, and I couldn’t sit there for an hour in soaked panties.
I knocked on the door of his office to make sure his prior session hadn’t run long. I saw the doorknob turn as it opened, and there was his smiling face. He ushered me in before he shut the door behind me, but then he did something I didn’t expect.
He tugged my arm and slammed me back into the heavy door.
Suddenly, his lips were upon mine. My hands rushed to his hair as my purse dropped to the floor and his hand was hiking my leg around his waist. His massive palms smoothed over my skin as my heel dug into the meat of his ass. My tits were at painful peaks as his lips moved desperately down my cheek, sucking in a patch of skin as I moaned.
He picked me up and sat me on his desk. My pussy was dripping into my panties as his hands made quick work of my clothes. One by one, pieces of our clothing fell to the floor while his warm, wet lips peppered my skin with kisses.
But I slowly came back to reality once I felt the clasps of my bra come undone.
“Brandon?” I whispered.
“Oh, Melissa.”
“Brandon,” I said.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he said.
“Wait, wait, wait.”
I pressed my hands to his chest and slowly pushed him back. His half-hooded eyes looked at me while his hand cupped my naked breast, and for a second, I reveled in his touch. He was rolling my pert nipple around in his fingertips, and it took everything I had not to groan and give myself to him right then and there.
“Isn’t this—couldn’t you, you know, get in trouble?”
I studied his sky-filled eyes as his hands slowly ran down my sides. They began rolling up the fabric of my skirt, exposing my thighs as his eyes raked down my body. His gaze was hardening along my body as his tongue licked his lips, and for a moment, I thought maybe he hadn’t heard me.
“Technically, it could. If someone found out I was having sex in my office, much less sex with a patient, things could go wrong,” he said.
His hand slowly slid up my thigh, and my leg trembled. My forehead le
aned against his, my breath coming in short pants as his fingertips found my clothed pussy. My legs parted for him, allowing him access as I arched back onto his desk. I stretched out my arms as he leaned into me, his lips kissing down my chest before he drew one of my nipples between his teeth.
“We shouldn’t,” I said, gasping.
“But oh, how I want to,” he said.
“I don’t want to get you in trouble,” I said.
“If you want me to stop, I will.”
His fingertips paused as his lips stopped their ministrations on my nipple. I could feel my entire body flushing underneath his touch. Electricity was coursing through my veins as my heart pounded against my chest. When I opened my eyes to take him in, I could see his pupils blown wide with lust. His hand was shaking slightly, ready to pull back at a moment’s notice should I want him to stop what he was doing.
