Page 78 of Honey Sugar
“You gonna lick them clean?” I asked as I bucked against her hand. She nodded with big, doe eyes. They looked so innocent but I knew better. I knew how her pussy tasted when she was so wet she couldn’t stop squirming. I knew how her voice sounded when it was raw from calling my name while my dick was buried between her walls.
We were doing forbidden things. We were watering a tree that would have twisted and gnarled roots. That’s why roots were supposed to stay underground though. It was nobody’s business what ours looked like.
Ivy kept jerking my dick with firm strokes that pushed me closer and closer to the edge. I slid my wet hand up her body and cupped her full breast, flicking then pinching her nipple to watch her body react. Ivy loved when I teased her tits like that and I loved doing it.
My hand left her chest and traveled to her throat. I wrapped my fingers around, choking her, making her look me in the eye. “I want you to see the way you make me come, Ivy.” She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth and stared at me while she pulled thick ropes of cum from my cock with ease. I shot all over her hand. I rested my head on the wall and pushed out labored breaths as my dick throbbed in her hand.
“Oh my god,” she gasped. She collected my seed like honey from the hives and stared in awe. Most of the time every drop I had to offer was inside of her. Her pussy felt too good to pull out. I knew I was pushing it but after we’d gotten deep enough, I didn’t care.
I opened my eyes in time to see her easing each slender finger into her mouth. A drop of cum hung from her bottom lip to her chin and she chased after it with her tongue. I was ready to pin her down and stuff her full of dick after I saw that shit.
“You taste so good, Titan.”
“I gotta get out of this shower before I fuck the shit out of you.” It was so hard leaving the warmth of the shower without drilling Ivy’s tight pussy. Without connecting to her and recharging my batteries and hers. Surprisingly, we managed to leave the shower without having sex. I don’t know how I managed that, but I wasn’t going to question it.
“So what time is everything happening with Bear tomorrow?” She asked, pulling on one of my t-shirts stashed in a pile on a chair. I watched the hem of the shirt sweep her thick ass while she pulled her hair on top of her head in a ponytail-puff. “Titan?” She looked over her shoulder at me and I blinked a few times, coming back to focus.
“I’m sorry,” I said with a smile. “You’re so damn beautiful I got caught up.”
“Shut up.” She blushed then put on a pair of leggings. I took note that she skipped panties. Good.
“Um, we’re making things happen in the evening. I’ll call Mario tonight and ask him to come by. If Uncle Beau is really dead, it’ll be the perfect guise.”
“He’s dead,” she blurted with an expression carved out of stone. “I’m sure his body is getting stiffer by the second.”
“Shit. Will you get jealous if I say I like the new Ivy better than the old Ivy?” When I grinned at her, those olive green pools lit up the small space we were standing in. Her eyes made my heart beat faster just like it did the first time I realized I had feelings for her.
“Shut up, Titan. You loved me then and you love me now.”
“I love you even more now.”
“That’s because you get to do nasty things to me.”
“I can’t argue with that. I’m going to do some nasty shit to you later on tonight if we get the chance. I hooked my arm around her waist and kissed a line down her neck to her shoulder while she filled the air with soft laughter.
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We worked to pour candies and flavor moonshine until our fingers were sore. Ivy’s back ached and my feet were killing me. We drove home making a chorus of noises only reserved for old people who’d had a few joints replaced.
I pulled into the driveway and killed the engine then leaned back in my seat. I had to go in the house and deal with my dead uncle and calling the ambulance to scoop up his rigor mortis ridden body.
Ivy looked at me and rubbed the back of my hand. “You ready?” She asked.
“Yeah. Let’s do this shit, baby.” Those were the last words we said to each other before we walked into the house.
Uncle Beau was still lying there in the foyer. Dead as fuck. I kicked him with my shoe and stared down at his lifeless green eyes and open mouth. “Oh no, let’s call the police.” I groaned, stroking my beard. Ivy leaned her head against my shoulder and laughed hysterically. The laughter gave way to tears. She clutched me, gripping my shirt in her fists. It wasn’t a sad moment though. I felt the relief and gratitude humming through her. She was finally free.
“He’s gone,” she said into my chest. Sobs broke her words into chunks.
“I know. Aunt Liv’s spirit can finally rest in peace. I’m sure this motherfucker,” I kicked his body again. “Has a special spot in hell. He probably skipped the line and everything. You can’t tell me he didn’t have a fast pass.” I tipped her chin up and she laughed a little. That’s all I wanted. I wanted to see Ivy smile. I pulled out my phone and handed it to her.
“You wantmeto call?” She blinked letting the remaining tears drip from her lashes.
“You’ve been crying. I might sound too happy when I call,” I told her. She laughed again then took the phone and called 911.
The town of Sugar Bayou was small so the same emergency workers that showed up when Aunt Liv died showed up to get Uncle Beau. They shook their heads solemnly and muttered things under their breaths about him dying from a broken heart. They could tell it was a heart attack but they wanted to romanticize Uncle Beau one last time. If they only knew what kind of piece of shit he was under the veil of it all.
He was seen around town as a nice guy. A pillar of the community. People thought he loved Aunt Liv but they didn’t see the blackness under his skin. They didn’t see the violence collected in his fists or how often he beat his wife and berated his only child. They only saw the smiling face. They only experienced conversations in passing. Beau Marchand was a piece of fucking trash and I’d tell anyone who asked exactly that.
