Page 23 of Sorrow

For a while, I forget about everything else as we watch SportsCenter together like old times — well, I watch and he mostly sleeps — but the second he stands up to go get ready for work, all of it comes rushing back.

Samara only came out of the room once in that time, and I swear I could feel her gaze even though it was obvious neither of ushad the balls to look at the other. How the fuck did I get here?

When Boo leaves, the sound of the door cracking open has my dick swelling like it’s being summoned by a siren. And I guess in a way, it is. A virgin siren fucking up the way my brain is wired every time I think of how it’s going to feel when her blood is coating my cock and I own her in a way no one else ever has. A way no one else evercan. She can cast me aside and try to forget I exist, but I will always have her virginity, her innocence.

But not yet.

I have to have patience.

“Is he okay?” she asks quietly. “Other than needing to get laid, I mean.”

“You heard that, huh?” I look her up and down, taking in her tight little black tank top and green panties. I can’t help myself now that I know the face she makes when she comes. “He’s fine. Stressed and tired as hell, but he’ll be alright. Are you okay?”

She nods, licking her lips slowly enough to draw my gaze. “I’m as fine as I can be.”

“And what about last night?” I ask. “Are you still fine with all that too?”

Her cheeks tinge pink as she walks a little closer. “Yes. Thank you for doing this, Hayes. I know it can’t be easy for you.”

Touching her is easier than she thinks, it’s the rest of it that’s hard... especially holding back. I just can't say that out loud. “You’re welcome. Are you ready for another lesson?”

“Yes.” The steadiness in her voice surprises me. She’s barely breathing, barely moving. At least she’s convincing. “What did you have in mind?”

It should be embarrassing how quickly my cock thickens, but I don’t care. I want that pretty little mouth. Beckoning her forward with two fingers, I spread my legs wider to accommodate her, then nod down toward the floor. “Kneel for me.”

Her little hands ball into fists as she wills herself to obey me, stutter-stepping forward until she’s ungracefully sinking down. We’ll need to work on that, but for now? Just seeing her like this is good enough.

It’s clear she isn’t wearing a bra, and my hands reach out of their own accord to cup her breasts and swipe my thumbs over her hardened nipples. “We’re going to take this a step further today, Hurricane.” I brush under her chin and tilt her gaze up. “Do you know what a safe word is?”

“Not really.”

“It’s a word you say when you want me to stop everything I’m doing. If you want tojust say stop, then we won’t touch on that kind of play, but I personally think a safe word is better. Sometimes your mouth says ‘stop’ or ‘I can’t’ when your pussy says keep going. They’re just not always on the same page.”

She nods, letting out a soft breath. “I understand. What about ‘Frost?’ Would that work?”

“Yeah, Frost works just fine. Only say it if you mean it, and I won’t stop otherwise. Since my cock is going to be in your throat, just tap me if you need to breathe. Here.” I guide her hand to my knee where I want her to tap, then sit back on the couch. “Take off your tank top and then pull me out. Don’t put it in your mouth yet.”

Her fingers tremble as she slides her top off, but her eyes don’t leave mine. “I just want to make sure you mean that if I tell you to stop, you’ll keep going. If I say no, you’ll keep going. Frost is the only way to get you to stop?” As I nod, she reaches to pull me out of my sweats. “Good. I don’t think I’ll be able to handle very much, but I need to learn. Even when it hurts.”

“Yes, you do. Something tells me you might enjoy it more than you think. Stroke it, and as you touch me and suck me, make sureto look up at me every so often. There’s nothing like the sight of your cock in a woman’s mouth as she gazes up at you. It’s like we can feel that you’re enjoying it too and you want to please us.”

We’re about to find out if she’d ever make it as an actress. We both know she doesn’t want to pleaseme,not after everything I’ve put her through, but if she wants her little endgame badly enough? She’ll fake it hard enough to convince me.

“Like this?”

Her hand twists too gently as she pumps it up and down, stopping just shy of my balls and my piercing with each movement. Fuck, it honestly wouldn’t be enough to feel good, but just knowing I’m the only one she’s ever touched like this? That I’m the one taking this little piece of innocence from her?

It’s fucking unraveling me.

I don’t even recognize my voice as I growl down at her that she’s a good girl. “Such a fast learner. Squeeze just a little tighter for me.”

She overcompensates, but backs off when I tense up. That middle ground is fucking perfect. With wide eyes and without being told, she leans forward to lick a bead of precum from my tip.

It makes me hiss. “Do that again, slower. Savor the taste of me so you never forget it.”

“Trust me, Hayes. I won’t forget.”

Samara slides her hand faster and tongues my slit, letting out a breathy, heady moan that makes me want to split that pretty mouth in two.

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