Page 9 of Taffy
Leaning over, I reach my free hand around her front and slide my fingers on her clit. She’s so freaking wet that our bodies are squelching each time they meet. I can barely hold on to my jizz.
“You are mine, Tina.” I force the words through clenched teeth. “Mine, only mine. You’re fucking mine.”
“Yes,” she responds, reaching back to wrap her hand around the wrist that’s attached to her hair. “I’m yours. I’m yours. Fuck me, Troy. Fuck me harder.”
“You asked for it, baby.” I pump my hips, driving into her so hard it jolts her body. She cries out with each pump, her mouth an inviting O as her insides clench and squeeze. Her body twists, and she screams as she comes for a second time, coaxing my orgasm from me in spurts. I release some inside her, claiming her womb, and before my balls release that second wave, I’ve pulled out of her cunt, my slick cock slapping against her back as the final ropes of cum spurt out and I’m rubbing it into her skin. “See how hard you made me come? That sweet cunt of yours took my big cock like it was made for it.”
“It was. I was made for you, Troy. My cunt is yours.”
I lift my hand and bring it down on her ass in a slap. “What did I tell you about that mouth of yours?” I say, rubbing away the sting with my palm.
A grin curves her mouth as she arches up and looks me in the eye. “You said you’d put your dick in it.”
“Oh honey, I fucking love you,” I say, grabbing her face as I bring us together for a kiss that is as deep as it is true.
“Do you mean that?” she says when I rest my forehead against hers.
“That I love you?”
“Yeah.”
“I mean it. I love you, Tina.”
She wraps her arms around my neck and releases a small cry. “I love you too,” she whispers into my neck. “I really do.”
Gripping her around the waist, I hold her to me, breathing in her scent while my heart goes crazy in my chest. I can’t believe the extent of my affection for this girl. You hear stories about how life can change in an instant, and of two people falling for each other across a crowded room, but you never really believe they’re possible. Until they are.
* * *
Later that night,Tina sleeps with flushed cheeks and adorable snores. My soul aches with affection for her while my body aches from hours spent exploring her body on every surface of this one room apartment. I love her curves. I love the way she smells. I love the way she looks at me and smiles. I love the sounds she makes when she comes. I feel like I’m an entire person with her. She’s the one I never knew I was searching for. But still, we’re complicated.
I want to rest with her, hold her all night, and wake up next to her in the morning. I want to marry her and make her mine, have a family and a life with her. But to feel comfortable with that, I need to talk to my daughter and explain to her that I’ve fallen in love with her best friend.
She’s going to hate me. She’s going to call me names. But at the end of the day, I fought for her and gave her everything I had since I was sixteen years old. Kate is a grown woman with her own life now. Maybe it’s time for me to have a life too.
Tina
The room is lit with the soft glow of the streetlights when I wake to an empty bed. “Troy?” My heart jumps to life, and I sit up and look around the room.
“I’m here,” he says, his voice soft and reassuring as he moves across the floor and settles on the bed beside me, kissing my forehead.
“You’re dressed,” I state, my hand hitting denim when I slide my palm over his thigh.
“I couldn’t sleep.” He kisses me again, lips lingering as he inhales, then cradles my face in his hands, moving his kisses to my mouth, his tongue needy as it pushes inside. “This feels so much bigger than us.”
I pull back and look into his eyes, my hand lifting to rest on his cheek, thumb moving against the stubble along his jaw. “You’re worried about Kate?”
Pressing his lips together, he nods. “I need to talk to her, tell her how I feel about you.”
Fear and worry swim like koi in my stomach. “What happens if she—” His mouth closes over mine, swallowing the words.
Breathing me in, he sucks my bottom lip between his like his life depends on this connection. “Let’s not think like that. This has to work out, OK? I’ve never felt this way about a woman before.”
“What about…” I’m nervous asking the question, but curiosity and my lack of a filter force me to ask. “What about Kate’s mom?”
“That was…” His brow creases and he lets out a heavy sigh. “A mistake. I was young. She was…” He shakes his head.
“Kate said she was your tutor?”
