Page 93 of Felonies are Forever

“Say something or I’m hanging up,” she demands, but there’s a waver in her voice. She’s had to be strong with a mother like hers, but that’s not who she is. Not really. But, what the fuck do I know? I don’t know anything about her.

“It’s me,” I say, my voice hoarse. “Scotch.”

“How’d you get my number?”

Went through your mother’s phone after you left. The new one my dad bought her. The one with the same password he uses for all his wives and girlfriends’ phones so he can snoop whenever he wants. Pay to play, ladies. Pay to play.

I think to myself. “Larry. He said I should call you.”

“Oh. About what? It’s late…”

“Yeah, sorry. It’s good to hear your voice.”

Too good. I lower the phone and put her on speaker, lowering the zipper on my jeans as I listen to her breathing. Is she nervous? Is she thinking about what we did yesterday and how wrong it was? She’s my sister now. Dirty girl.

“Don’t fucking leave that way again,” I demand, the possessiveness I feel for her bubbling with anger inside of me that I don’t know where she is. I did a Google search after her mother told me Lula had her last name, but nothing came up. I have a call in with a friend of mine who’s a private investigator but he’s in fucking Bora Bora or something for the week with his girl.

I should have finished my call to James. He’s got less legitimate connections, some even I don’t like to ask about, but my brain is so fucking focused on Lula I’m not thinking straight.

I stoke my hard dick, remembering how she tasted.

“Uh, yeah, well I’ll come and go as I please.” Her voice is harder, too hard, like she’s forcing it.

“What happened to Yes, Daddy?” I toss that out as I palm the swollen head, spreading the seeping cum around the tip.

“Well, Daddy was swarmed by ten sets of tits and ass and wasn’t paying attention,” she snaps. I love the hint of jealousy in her voice. She’s with me, she’s just unsure and it’s my job to make sure that is fixed.

But, I have to say, her being a bit of a pain in my ass is appealing. She gets out of hand, I’m take great joy is making her ass red and listening to her say she’s sorry.

Fucking pervert she’s bringing out in me.

“Okay, I’m going to give you some real talk here, little girl.” I cup my balls with one hand, stroking myself with the other, getting the fuck off on talking to her like a father to his daughter. “You don’t know me, but you will. I’ve been an asshole my whole life, no excuses and I don’t care what anyone thinks. But, with you…” I listen to her little breaths before finishing. “I haven’t been with a girl in I don’t remember and those workers at the club? I’ve never touched any of them. Never have and never will. They flirt like that because they think getting in favor with me will serve them somehow. It won’t. But you? You don’t leave again without telling me. And that phone of yours, I’m buying you a new one so I can keep track of you.”

“Stalker much?”

“Yeah. Get used to it, I’m not fucking going away.”

I reach over and tap mute, letting out a long moan as she starts to talk.

“This is all just a little…wrong, don’t you think? I mean, first of all we just met, second of all, we’re sort of related…”

She goes on this little rant and I love each word even if she’s basically telling me off in her own little Lula way.

I let her go, imaging those lips working my balls as I start to feel the fantasy talking to myself.

“That’s it, lick all over those sacs. They’re making all those sperm just for your womb, baby. Daddy’s going to stuff you so full of seed, you’ll be sore and bred by Sunday.”

“Are you there?”

I tap the unmute. “Yep. Go on, I’m listening, I like hearing you talk… Tell me, are you in your room? What does it look like?”

“Well, it’s small, painted this light green and I’m on my bed…” I let her go again, my balls throbbing like a damn toothache and tap the mute again.

“Yeah, you inviting Daddy into your little bed again tonight? You like when we snuggle up together don’t you? You’re going to make sure you don’t wear panties again tonight so I can get at that tight little pussy easy, aren't you?”

“What?” Lula says as I fist my dick, faster, faster, then it sinks in as she asks again. “What did you say?”

Fuck. Guess that last tap didn’t do the trick.

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