Page 102 of Kneeling for Them
“No, don’t stop!”I shout.
His chuckle is pure evil and when he resumes fucking me, he does it harder, faster, both with his finger and with his cock.The feeling of both of my holes filled is strange and wonderful.
“Touch your clit for me, little girl,” he says.“I want you to come on my cock, on my finger.Can you do that for me, even though you think it’s so dirty?”
“Yes,” I gasp, letting go of one of my ankles so I can rub my clit.Electric bliss flows through me.
My orgasm is swift and powerful.I cry out with pleasure.Kingston’s hand on my hip is the only reason I don’t lose my balance and tumble to the ground.My entire body feels as if it’s pulsing in time with my rapid heartbeat.
Groaning, Kingston comes, too, his dick pulsing within me, filling me with a gush of heat.
“Damn, little girl,” he says after a moment.He gently pulls out and helps me stand up.Spinning me around to face him, he kisses the corner of my mouth, and then my lips.“I’ll be right back.”
He returns seconds later with a warm, wet washcloth and helps me clean up.Then he carries me to the bedroom and helps me into bed.After he takes off his pants, he climbs in, tucking me against his side.
“Goodnight, Daddy,” I say.
“I can’t stay, sweetheart,” he murmurs against my head.
“What?Why?”
“I left a shitload of work behind.”
“It can’t wait until morning?”
He sighs.“I don’t want to leave you.I’ll go in early tomorrow—does that sound like a compromise?”
“Yes.”I burrow against him, holding him tighter to me.“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.So, you’re going to meet with the woman tomorrow?”Kingston asks in between kisses over my shoulder.
“Yeah.”
“Let Garth drive you,” he says.“I don’t want you going alone.I’d come with you, but I can’t get away from work.”
“Deal.I appreciate it.I wasn’t sure how I was going to swing it with public transportation.”Hesitating, I say, “Do you think I’m turning into a mooch?”
“Oh, hell no,” he says.“I wish you’d let me spoil youmore.”
Maybe someday I will.
Ella
Alyssa’s house is on the outskirts of San Esteban, closer to Fair Heights than SE itself.It’s a modest one-story with a tidy front yard.On my way up the front walk, I have to skirt around a child’s tricycle.
All this time, Alyssa was so close, Sebastian could’ve run into her by accident.I wonder if he would’ve recognized her?Probably not, given his shady memories of that night, but it’s possible.
The front porch is small, but there’s enough room for a card table and two chairs.A plate of cookies and pitcher sits out.
As I walk up the couple of steps to the porch, the front door opens.
Before me stands Alyssa White.She looks just like the picture in her file, although her blond hair is cut shorter in a bob.
“You must be Ella,” she says.
“Yes,” I say, holding out a hand, which she shakes.“Ella Marchand.Thank you for agreeing to meet me.I’m surprised—I wouldn’t meet with someone who called me out of the blue.”
She shrugs.“I get a good sense about people right away.I’m not trusting my instincts enough to put my kids in danger, though, so we’re talking out here on the porch.”
