Page 37 of North (The Moral Compass 2)

Well, I hadn’t quite got that far, but I let her go on.

“My sweet mum was twenty when she fell pregnant with me. He was the love of her life, apparently, childhood sweethearts. They were going to get married, and everything was wonderful until my biological father didn’t come home one day. He was attacked coming out of the bank one morning. He was evidently a very handy guy because he killed the two attackers. He was sentenced to fifteen years in prison for two counts of manslaughter. He told my mum to forget about him and move on and give me a good life. My gran, a staunch Catholic, was beside herself, and she was trying to get my mum to have me adopted. So, she married my dad. He was the boy next door, literally. Although he wasn’t the love of her life, I like to think they were happy. A year later, they had my sister. I never noticed anything different, and I didn’t even know any of this until my biological dad was released from prison twelve years ago, and he came looking for me.”

“I didn’t believe him at first. I thought he was a crank. Then, he showed me his tattoo across his shoulder blades. K. A. R. A. In massive letters. He also showed me all the letters my mum had sent him and photos of me growing up.”

She smiles at the memory.

“He knew something had happened when the letters just stopped but no one would tell him anything. My gran didn’t accept his calls from the prison, and she destroyed the letters he sent. I know this is true because she admitted it.”

Her face gets redder.

“I was fourteen, North, and finding out the life I knew was a lie, that the dad I had idolised wasn’t my blood, nearly destroyed me. That’s why Sutton and I are so close. Like sisters. We went through very similar situations and held each other up. You know, we used to laugh at an old film on the TV that Gran used to watch. There was this one line in it that we would sing so loudly, my gran would threaten to ground us. ‘Woe betide the mister who comes between me and my sister.’” She sniffs, and a slight smile escapes.

“Anyway, where was I?” She rolls her eyes. “Oh yeah, twelve years ago. So, he was released from prison, and he came to find me. We started to see each other every Friday after school for eight weeks, and then it stopped. The dickhead got himself involved in something and ended up back inside with another huge prison sentence.”

“That’s when I blocked him out. I didn’t know him. He wasn’t my ‘dad,’ he was just someone who fathered me and wanted to have a daughter, but he couldn’t keep himself out of prison for me, so why should I give a shit about him? As far as I’m concerned, he doesn’t exist!”

Wow. Well, that’s not what I was expecting, but I’m going to need to know more about him to make sure she is safe. I don’t want some crank stalking her because she doesn’t want to see him.

“What’s his name? And yes, I am going to check him out. I just need to know what we, and I meanwe, are dealing with.”

“Really, North, do you have to? I don’t think he will bother me or us. He’s not due out of prison for at least another year, anyway. He doesn’t even know where I live or work.”

“He found you last time, Kara.”

“Yes, because I was living with my gran in the house where my mum grew up.”

“What’s his name, Kara?” I place both hands on her cheeks and gently move her face towards my lips. “You can either tell me or I will find out anyway, but this way, I won’t have to spank your pretty little ass till it is red raw.” I growl, and she giggles.

I’m trying to keep it light. If she gets all defensive, I’ll give myself more work to do.

“All right, I’ll tell you on one condition.” A glint in her eyes makes my dick twitch. I know it’s not the right time, buthedoesn’t know that.

“What?”

“You spank me anyway.”

Well, I certainly wasn’t expecting that.

“Before or after?” I ask, kissing her cheeks and then nipping at her ear lobes.

“Before, because if I tell you now, you will disappear into your super-sleuth world for the next twenty-four hours, and you nibbling my ears is turning me the fuck on.”

“Let me see how turned on you are.” I drag my index finger down between her two full breasts. God, I love her tits. Her eyes are fixed on mine as her lips part, and a small gasp leaves her lips. I trace little snakes all over her stomach until I reach the waistband of her jeans. Popping open the button and sliding down the zip, I get access to her bare pussy, but the fucking jeans are too tight for me to get my hand in. I love her arse in jeans, but they are no good for foreplay.

Frustration gets the better of me, and I pull my hand out, grab the back of her jeans, and pull them down as hard as I can. She moves so I can get them off completely, and then I get my answer. Her beautiful bare wet cunt is waiting for my mouth. I can’t help myself. I’m like a starved man. Pulling her legs up over my shoulder, I bury my head and take my first sweeping lick. Fuck, there is nothing more tantalising than the taste of Kara. I could eat her out all day every day. It’s like smoking cigarettes. Once you start, it is so hard to stop.

She moves her body and starts to ride my tongue. I place one hand firmly on her stomach and hold her in place. She wants control, but she’s not getting it. A quick bite of her clit warns her not to try that again. Her back arches against the pressure of my hand on her stomach. She is something else, so responsive to every touch.

Two fingers slide inside, and I find the pleasure button and stroke it gently. Her thighs clench around my head as she comes apart, her fingers entwined in my hair, pulling harshly as she lets out a deep groan.

Her pleasure drips from my lips as I stand and drop my jeans. I can see the want in her eyes when she sees my dick standing solid and tall. Sitting up, she takes both hands and pulls my hips forward. Her hands move; one smooths over the underside of my balls whilst the other stokes gently up and down my throbbing shaft. Pre-come glistens on his head and oh fuck if she doesn’t just take the tip of her tongue and lick it off. Oh, baby Jesus, Mother of God!

With deep sucks and licks, she takes me right to the back of her throat. Her eyes meet mine, and small tears escape from the edges as she struggles to take all of me in. I can’t hold back any longer, and my hips thrust forward and fuck her mouth over and over until I can feel the fire about to explode.

“I’m going to come, Princess—Arghhhh!” Fuck. Too late. I tried to pull out, but she dug her nails in my arse cheeks so hard it set me off earlier than expected.

I look down at my princess with my dick still in her mouth, and I just can’t believe what a lucky bastard I am.

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