Page 109 of Absolution

Falling forward, she buries her face in the cushion, her cries muffled, as her inner walls convulse around my cock.

I am so fucking close to coming when I realize that I have no clue if she’s on birth control. Still. I pull out and grab her arm.

“On your knees.”

Kerry has no resistance, no will of her own, as she numbly lets me spin her around. I grab her hair and push my cock deep into her throat. She gags, and her hands slam up, pushing at my thighs. I’m so close and she isn’t going anywhere.

I come hard, clenching my teeth to muffle the wild roar that wants to erupt from my throat. Kerry hits my thighs, and then she finally breaks free as I release my hold. She darts to her feet, wipes come off her chin and slaps my chest.

“You piece of shit!”

I laugh and grab her hands, pushing her down on her back on the couch. “Let me make it up to you.” Nudging her thighs apart I hold her gaze as I lick along the inside of her thigh, all the way up to where her legs meet, to where she’s swollen, tender and deliciously wet.

Our eyes are locked as I let my tongue lick a path from her ass all the way up to her clit, then her eyelids fall closed and she raises her hips to meet me. I push two fingers inside her slick channel, finding that ridged spot in the front wall, rubbing it, making sobs erupt from her throat. Kerry bites down on her forearm to keep from screaming as she comes, shaking and shuddering. Kissing my way over her little patch of red hair, veering past the rose tattoo in my track across her belly, I then climb higher and pull her to me, a thigh over her legs, my arms around her chest, locking her in. I don’t want to let go. Ever.

“You’re not right in the head,” she finally whispers.

“I think we’ve established that.”

I’m drenched in sweat, spent, but I’m also so fucking relaxed.

“I don’t think we should be doing this.”

My heart skips a beat. “Why?”

“It’s… I— I don’t know, Christian. It’s just too much.”

I rise on my elbow and study her. “But you like this?”

Kerry pulls back, struggles to get up, and I let her as something grows colder inside. She finds her clothes that are spread around the room and puts them on, one by one. As she turns her back on me my cock stirs again at the mottled skin and the sweet red welts on her butt. It’s as if she reads my mind, because she tentatively puts her hand on her ass and lets out a hiss.

“Tender?”

She pulls up her pants, holding out the waistband as she passes the bruised skin, then she spins around.

“You never give me a choice, Christian. I never get to make a decision. It’s always about you, and your needs. You never ask what I want.”

I narrow my eyes as I stand and move toward her. Kerry, brave little Kerry, doesn’t move. “I take what I want, and you’re loving it. I know it.”

Kerry has to tilt her head to meet my gaze. The heat grows in the almost non-existent distance between us. “This won’t work, Christian. You’re an awesome dad, but I never know when you’ll… turn on me.”

“This isn’t me turning on you,” I snarl.

Kerry throws up her hands. “You’re doing it again!”

I groan and take a step back. Picking up my jeans and pulling them back on, I look at the determined little woman before me. She hugs her chest that rises and falls rapidly. Her hands tremble slightly. I know she isn’t unaffected. I know she wants me. I just don’t know how to make her see it.

You never ask what I want.

“Christian.” She lays a hand on my arm. “Let’s just be her parents. It’s enough, isn’t it?”

I pull her hand to me and kiss the tips of her fingers, one after the other. “No, love. It’s not enough. It will never be enough for me.”

“You can’t just take me.”

“I won’t,” I say and unlock the door, stepping out into the dark living room. “Let’s just be Mom and Dad, then, Kerry.” The words taste wrong. That’s not what we are, and I know she knows it. I see it in her eyes, feel it in the energy between us. She wants me just as much as I want her, she just has to come around and acknowledge it.

I put my hand on the front door handle.

“Christian.”

I inhale and turn. Meeting her gaze, I wait.

“Sunday? In the park?” She sounds so unsure, as if she’s afraid I’ll reject her. She still doesn’t understand. She’s mine. I’m hers. That will never happen.

“Sure,” I say, clenching my jaw, then I leave while I still can.

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