Page 39 of Finally, Our Forever

Mallory sits in the seat beside me, smelling sweet and innocent, even though she’s far from it. I run the back of my fingers up her bare thigh, lifting her flowy skirt higher. She grabs my hand and pulls her legs together, stopping me from getting to her pussy. “David, you said you wanted to talk. So, talk.”

“Aww baby, give me a kiss, make me feel better. Then we’ll talk, I promise.” Hesitantly, she leans over the console and pecks my lips. “Give me more sweetness, Mallory.” This time, when she kisses me, her tongue sneaks out and licks the seam of my mouth. She isn’t usually this shy. “Hold on, baby. I’ve got something that will make you feel better. Putting a small blue pill on the tip of my tongue, I pull her face to me and kiss her, giving her the goods. She takes it greedily, wanting the high as much as I need what’s between her thighs.

I suck her bottom lip hard and she moans, finally getting into the game. “That’s it, baby. Now open those legs for me, show me your sweet pussy.” She bites her lip but widens her thighs. I waste no time and pull her wet panties to the side, swiping my fingers through her pussy lips. “You’re such a dirty whore. You love it when I touch you, don’t you, little girl?” She cries out when I shove three fingers into her tight pussy, roughly fucking her with my digits.

“Ow, David. Shit, that hurts. Slow down.” I’m not fucking stopping. She should know that about me by now.

“Shut the fuck up and take it like the hungry slut that you are.” I fuck her pussy with my fingers until it’s raw, and she’s crying and clawing at the sides of her seat.

I pull my fingers from her and shove them up into her face, making her clean them with her mouth. I lean back in my seat and pull down my zipper, freeing my dick from my pants. “Get over here and swallow my dick.” Mallory is the epitome of a fucking mess in the seat next to me. Her back is against the door, and she’s staring down at the floor, saying nothing and unmoving.

With black tears staining her cheeks and her hair in a stringy sweaty mess, I can’t help but see the stark differences between the stick thin girl in front of me, and the woman my wife—excuse me, ex-wife—is. Maci is all soft curves and sweet words. What the fuck am I even doing with this girl? Unable to even look at her, I pull her by the hair to my dick, dying to get the release I’m craving.

She chokes on me as I shove balls deep to the back of her throat. I fuck her face through the gasps for air and scratches at my thighs. It sounds like she might be trying to say something to me, but I can’t stand the sound of her voice on a good night. Tonight, it would kill the high I’m looking for. When her teeth scrape my dick, the please-pain has the cum in my balls shooting up my shaft and down her throat. Thank fuck. I’m finally able to get this night over with.

Ripping her mouth off my dick, I push her back into her seat and get my pants together. I start the engine and pull back onto the country road we took out here. I see her crying, and wonder what the hell is wrong with her. “You okay?” She looks over at me briefly, then turns and looks out the window. I see her wipe the tears away. She never says a word.

After I drop her off at the park, I know it’s the last time I’ll ever get with her. I know I was too rough on her, but she knows how demanding I can be. She should have known I needed it hard tonight.

While I drive to my place—in fucking town, not in the backcountry—I hatch a plan to get my family back. My dad’s right when he says I’m slipping. I’ll get Maci and Bennett back and lay down the rules. She’ll help get me back to the man I was when we were together, and nights like this won’t happen anymore.

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