Page 23 of Make Me Whole

“Jeez,” she whispered, stunned.

I chuckled and licked her over her panties. “How much do you like these?”

“What? I don’t know. Not much, I guess.”

A wolfish grin spread across my lips. I liked Skylar flustered.

Without warning, I brought my hands to the fabric and tore it in two. I sat back on my heels, grabbed her knees, and bent them, placing her feet over the table and spreading her open for my viewing pleasure.

My cock ached with need for her and my mouth watered at the sight of her pink, wet pussy. “Fuck, Sky. You’re gorgeous all over.” Though she gasped, I didn’t give her time to say anything as I inched closer. “Don’t close your legs, or I’ll stop.”

She moaned an agreement as my lips connected to her folds.

Her pussy tasted as sweet as her mouth. It was intoxicating, and I knew that for as long as I lived, I’d never get enough.

She gasped as I wrapped my lips around her nub and moaned with each hard suckle. Her juices coated my lips and dripped down my throat, fueling my hard-on and my need to make this orgasm the best she’d ever had.

Like an obedient girl, Sky kept her legs spread wide even as I pierced her slit with one, then two, then three fingers. Her legs trembled from my relentless pursuit of her pleasure.

“Fuck, Max,” she begged, breathless. “It’s too much. I’m gonna come.”

I smiled against her pussy and sucked even harder. My encouragement urged her to let go, and she did. Tossing her head back and giving herself completely to me, Skylar contracted against my fingers as she called my name in a glorious scream of pleasure.

I moved positions, bringing my slick fingers to massage her clit as my tongue pierced her slit. She damn near convulsed against my mouth, spraying her juices into my mouth and filling me with her intoxicating taste.

When she finally collapsed on the table, I stood. Freeing my twitching cock, I positioned it at her entrance and prepared myself to feel the delicacy my mouth had just tasted.

10

SKY

Iknew that Max and Aiden had become a huge part of our lives since Ella and I moved to this house. However, I only truly realized how monumental they had become on the Saturday after Max and I kissed when Ella woke up screaming.

I had just woken up in a frenzy myself, crying and shaking from a memory-led nightmare of the first time Eli had abused me. As awful as it sounds to be glad that your child woke up screaming in panic, that was exactly what I felt. Jumping off the bed and focusing on the comfort Ella needed allowed me to forget my pain.

Barefoot and in my nightgown, I raced out of my room and across the hallway to Ella’s. She tossed and turned in her little bed, looking like a character in a demonic possession movie.

My heart pounded as I sat at the edge and placed my hands on her small shoulders. “Wake up, baby.” She tossed and mumbled some cries, so I spoke a little louder and gave her a little shake. “Ella, wake up!”

Her breaths were heavy and labored, and though her eyes opened, they were unfocused and full of tears. Shaking, she looked around the room as if she was still stuck in her nightmare.

“I can’t find them,” she cried. “They left, and I can’t find them. I’m alone. I’m scared.”

Tears pooled in my own eyes at her panic, and a wave of hatred flooded my chest. No child should be this afraid of being abandoned, Ella least of all.

Bending over, I snaked my hands around her back and brought her small body to mine. I held her as I had when she was a newborn, fiercely determined to protect my little girl from the fears and pain of the world.

I smoothed her tangled hair and kissed her temple. “Shh, baby. It was just a bad dream. You’re not alone, Ella. You’ll never be alone for as long as I live. It’s you and me, girly. Always and forever.”

“Always and forever,” she repeated between dying sobs.

We stayed like that for a few minutes. Sitting in her bed, holding each other close, giving and receiving comfort from our bad dreams, and enjoying the special love that only existed between mother and child.

I gave her space to self-soothe. She’d always been good at it. When she was ready, she said, “It was a really bad dream, Momma.”

I pulled away from her so I could see her face. Her rosy cheeks were wet with tears. I mopped them with my thumbs. “Want to tell me about it? Sometimes, it helps to share bad dreams with people who love us.”

Her face contorted as if she wasn’t too sure she wanted to do that. I didn’t blame her. No matter how much I loved her and my dad, I wouldn’t easily agree to relive tonight’s nightmare even if I knew it would help me. But Ella was stronger than me, and braver. After a moment, she nodded.

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