Page 31 of Felonies are Forever

I reach down to tangle my fingers in her hair. My cock is already dripping cum onto her tongue and I know I’m ready to burst.

She blinks a few times in reply and brings a hand up to cup my balls. Little vixen knows what she’s doing.

“God, you’re going to get your cunt chewed out for having such a filthy mouth, little bird.” I say through gritted teeth, trying desperately to hold on for another second, another minute. “My filthy mouth, because it belongs to me. Shit, better get ready.”

Her eyes light up as my cock stiffens and stretches to its full extent. I know what it means. I start face fucking her, watching her eyes start to tear, spit running down her chin. She’s never more beautiful to me than right now. When she gives her all, and I can see the furious excitement in her whole face. When she leaves the world behind just to please me, without thought of how she looks or sounds or what anyone else may think.

She’s mine, and the messier we get the better in my book.

I cum with a roar, filling her throat with jets of semen as my legs start to quake beneath me, the adrenalin rush making them loose and distant. I grab her hair with my other hand and hold on. This happens every time with her. My body locks up and I go away for a good minute, somewhere even I don’t recognize. She’s just that good.

When I finally return to the land of the living, she’s still licking and cleaning my cock. She never lets a drop go to waste. And that’s just one of an infinite number of reasons I wake up smiling every fucking day since I met her. I’m thankful. Thankful to have her in my life.

“Come here.” I pull her to stand, gathering her into me, and she looks up with a little grin threatening the corners of her mouth. She knows what I want next and she’s ready. “You are such a good girl.”

My lips come down to meet hers, my tongue licking her lips first before plunging into her mouth. I love to taste myself on her or in her. Sex is a part of who we are, and my cum is a symbol of that. It’s us, something that nobody else will ever experience, and anything that is us is something I want a part of.

When I pull back, her face breaks into a smile that sends fireworks exploding in my heart.

“You taste better than the MocoLoco I had this morning,” she whispers, biting her bottom lip and making my dick diamond hard for her again. That damn lip bite gets me every time. “I like being your official new flavor taste tester, but none of them will ever come close to this.”

When we come up with new possible donut flavors I always bring them home to her to test. She’s sweet, but believe me when I say I trust her mouth for more than just taking care of my needy dick. She knows when a donut flavor is going to be a hit or not.

“Yeah? Is the MocoLoco gonna fly?”

“Yep. It passed the test. I ate three.” She puffs her cheeks out and gives her signature giggle, and that is music to my ears.

“Don’t start. You’re fucking hotter than the damn sun, little bird.” My hand falls to shift her a bit so I can rub her belly

She’s gaining curves and I couldn’t be happier. The more of her the better in my book. Three months along and her tummy is just starting to have that little roundness. I can’t wait for each day to arrive, just so that I can see it grow.

“Thorne.” Her forehead drops to my chest.

“Babygirl.” My words come out thick and stern. She’s worried about something and she knows better than to worry without sharing it with me.

“I feel bad, because I don’t feel bad.”

“That’s because you don’t have anything to feel bad about.” I wrap my arm around her shoulders and guide her over to the sofa, settle her in. The breeze coming off the ocean fills the open room with the salty scent of the water. It’s calming, and that’s what she needs right now. She’s my responsibility to look after, and that means making sure she’s comfortable every fucking hour of every fucking day.

Part of my responsibility in that regard is making sure she eats well, because she’s not just eating for herself any more, she’s eating for the baby, too. I cooked her breakfast this morning, although I admit it wasn’t until after I ate her sweet cunt for an hour and made sure she took a nice, relaxing shower. I’m her alarm clock now, and the only way to wake her up in a mood that is less than El Diablo himself is to give her a few orgasms before she has to face the world.

Then some nice Earl Gray. Decaf of course.

“He’ll die in prison, though.”

“Babygirl.” I give her a stern, but playful, glare.

She crosses her legs and sets her hands in her lap while I kneel in front of her. Then I place my hands on her cheeks and look into her eyes.

“But he’s my dad.”

“Is he though? I mean, when you think about it properly, is he really?”

I give her a moment to think on that. She’s still struggling with what happened, and the last thing I want to do is make it harder for her. But she’s a smart girl and she’s still processing. I’m patient, I can wait for that to work its way through her system.

“I know. I don’t know why the guilt still hits me. I mean, the things he’s done to people. Finding out that they actually kidnapped people and took their organs and sold them. I mean, who does that?” The quick change in her voice tells me she’s on the right track. “He is an asshole, but you know, it’s just hard to let go of the past.”

I come up to kiss her again. I know a sure way to get her to stop thinking about her dad, so I sit down next to her.

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