Page 41 of Embracing My Nightmare
Bringing my hand to her cheek, I brushed my thumb against her soft skin as her hands pumped my length. With her eyes locked on mine, she leaned down and licked the underside from hilt to tip, swirling her wet tongue around the head, capturing the pre-cum leaking out of the tip. Her pouty lips wrapped around the head and she moaned, the vibrations shooting straight to my balls.
Bobbing her head up and down, she stroked my length in time, bringing my orgasm quickly to the surface. Grasping her head, I thrust gently into her warm mouth and I felt my cock growing thicker with each wet lick.
“Fuck, lamb. I’m going to come,” I groaned as I hit the back of her throat and she swallowed around my length.
My words spurred her on and she worked me faster as the tingles built in the base of my spine. I gripped her head and shoved my cock into her mouth as the first spurt of cum hit her tongue. Pulling back, she placed the tip in front of her open mouth and jacked my release onto her flat tongue. The last of my orgasm hit her lip and she locked her eyes with mine as she closed her mouth and swallowed.
Wiping her lip, she licked the tip of her finger and her eyes closed in euphoria. I grabbed her under her arms and spun her to the banister, pressing her against the glass and metal wall overlooking the park. Ripping her pants down, I gripped my wet length and slipped it beneath her ass cheeks, finding her soaked pussy.
Shoving deeply into her, I flexed my hips and pumped without remorse. I needed my lamb and she was always eager to let me take her. The need grew every day and the best moments were when I was buried balls deep inside of her.
“That turns you on, doesn’t it? Knowing I would kill to make you happy?” I asked her, thrusting harder.
Her grip on the banister was tight as she panted. “Yes.”
“That’s my good girl. Come on my cock, Elise,” I urged, reaching around and rubbing her hard clit.
“Yes, baby. Yes,” she moaned as I felt her flood my length with her release.
Feeling her walls clenching around me had another orgasm rushing to the surface. Gripping her hips, I slammed my length into her, every shove of my hips filling her pussy with my cum. One of these days she’d be growing my baby in her belly. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was sooner rather than later with how much cum I pumped into her.
Her knuckles were white from gripping the bar as I turned her head and kissed her softly. Speaking against her lips, I murmured quietly, “I love you, Elise.”
“I love you.” Turning our gazes back to the lake, I kept my cock in her tight confines as we watched the boats gliding across the blue water.
Slowly, I worked my length in and out of her, feeling our combined release leaking down my balls and soaking her inner thighs. Withdrawing from her, I spun her around and lifted her up, slipping her back around my cock as I carried her into the apartment and made love to her for the next few hours.
When she was falling asleep in my arms that night, she snuggled deeper into my chest and I sighed, happier than I could have ever imagined. Kissing the top of her head, I spoke into the room as I felt her breathing even out.
“I promise, lamb. I’ll kill him before I let him hurt you.”
Her groggy voice sounded, “I know you will.”
Soft lips kissed over my heart and she pressed her face back to my chest as we drifted off to sleep.
***
Elise
ON WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON, I stopped by my parents’ house on the way home from work. After sending Devlin a text to let him know where I was, I announced myself as I entered the familiar home.
“In the kitchen,” Chuck yelled back and I walked in to find him canning homemade strawberry preserves.
Blaire was wiping off the threads of the jars and capping them after he filled them. The house smelled sweet and delicious. They had started making preserves a few years ago, selling them in the local hardware store for extra money.
Walking over, I kissed Chuck on the cheek and hugged Blaire before settling on the bar stool to watch them. They were so in love and I finally understood the depth of their need for each other.
“Is your boyfriend coming to the cookout on Saturday?” Chuck inquired, never breaking his movements as he filled another jar. “It would be nice if we finally got to meet him.”
I smiled at them and tucked a lock of hair behind my ear. “He promised he would be here. I wanted to know if there was anything I could bring.”
Blaire winked at me from behind Chuck. His eyes met mine and he smirked before clearing his throat. “Why don’t you make the fruit salad? I think we have everything else covered. You can split it, so we have some to snack on when we go back to your apartment to watch the fireworks.”
For the last three years, we had watched the town’s fireworks celebration from my patio, the large displays bursting at eye level, it seemed. It was always a great time and I was looking forward to Devlin being a part of the festivities. I knew he and Chuck would get along, after they both beat on their chests, metaphorically speaking.
“I can do that. I’m going to stop by the grocery store on my way home. I’ll have to have a long day tomorrow if I want to have Friday off,” I remarked and grabbed one of the cooled jars of preserves before hugging them both goodbye.
Setting the jar on the passenger’s seat, I drove to the grocery store just outside of their neighborhood. The parking lot was packed with cars and I had to find a space way out near the end. Locking the door, I saw a car pull in and park a few spaces down from me at the edge of the lot. The man turned the car off and was sitting in the dark vehicle staring straight ahead.
