Page 193 of Overcast

My cock twitches, recalling that this is how it all started. Her pleas as she peered up at me in fear, tears glossed over in her crystal blues. I’d never want to see her cry now.

Hell, I’d kill anyone that made her do so, but it doesn’t stop the sick part of me.

“Whatever you want to do,” I tell her. “But no Mills or Emmy.”

Her face falls. “Aww...but Emmy wanted to watch HowTo Lose a Guy in 10 days. It’s something she said I needed to see.”

“I’m sure she could just tell you how to do that instead of showing you a movie.”

Stormi hits my chest playfully. “Marty! That’s mean.”

“It’s the truth.”

“I like her.”

“You would, she lets you do whatever you want to do.”

Stormi inches closer to me, making our knees touch. “So do you.”

Her lips curl into a smile at the thought of the other day when she rode my cock, and it took every ounce of strength I’ve ever possessed in my existence to not flip her over and fuck her until she cried.

“I want to get away, “ I convey, leaning in. “Me and you. Let’s go somewhere.”

Her face lights up. “Where?”

“I’ll figure it out. Just say you want to go.”

“Yes!” Her lips crack into a full-blown grin. “Of course, I want to go.”

“Perfect. Now give me a kiss and go make me dinner.” Stormi’s eyes playfully narrow before I clamp both sides of her face with my hands and pull her to me, pressing my lips to hers.

She melts against my touch, prying my mouth wider for her to sneak her tongue in as a growl breaks from my chest. My palms cradling her head to keep her here—with me—for just another second longer before anything else changes.

“You know we haven’t fucked on this picnic table yet,” I mutter into her plush mouth. “Wanna try?”

“If you watch the movie with us like a good boy, then yeah,” she replies. “We can do anything you want.”

“Don’t say that,” I caution. “You know I’m unstable.”

“I know.” She brushes her lips against mine. “That’s what I’m beginning to love about you.”

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