Page 32 of His Reward
On a scale of one to ten, how bad is it that I kissed my dad’s best friend with tongue?Especially if he’s been more than that all my life?
A scale doesn’t matter.We shared an intimate moment and it was wrong.It wasextrawrong because it felt good.Amazing.The hottest kiss I’ve ever had in my life.
I cover my warm face with my hands.This is bad.We’re living together now!How are we going to face each other in the morning?Do we pretend like it didn’t happen, or do we address it?Either way, we definitely can’t do anything like that ever again.
I flop backward onto my pillow.The kiss might be long over, but my body still remembers it.I want to push my hand into my shorts and touch myself.Relieve the ache.But making out with a forbidden man caused this feeling.Satisfying it seems twice as wrong as its creation.
No, I’ll distract myself instead.I pick up my tablet and lose myself in an endless stream of silly videos.When I’m bored of the mindless content, I open a colouring app and get to work on a parrot in a tree.
Eventually, my eyes grow too heavy to continue with the game.I set my tablet aside, then open my bedside table and get out my sleeping pills.
I shake the bottle into my palm and half a pill flops out.Another downside to these pills is that it’s hard to wake up when I take one, which isn’t ideal in case of an emergency.
Penny was freaked out once when I slept through a fire alarm that woke up the whole building.Sometimes I break them in two when I don’t want to go that deep in sleep.
After a brief, inner debate, I settle with the half.I’m not as shook up as I was last night, but I still want to avoid potential scary dreams.I swallow it down with a sip from my glass of water.
I close my eyes and lie still.Soon, sleep comes for me, only to ferry me into another sex dream.Everything feels so real again.Something firm and slippery slides over my pussy.A tongue.Licking me, squirming into me, fucking me as a warm breath gusts over my skin.
“Oh…” I moan as he laps my clit while he sucks it.I know it’s a man because of his low groans as he tastes me.
“Mm…I couldn’t wait to taste your sweet pussy again…”
That was Malcolm’s voice.
This is disturbing.I’m having another dirty dream about him, and this time, he’s eating my pussy.
Wait… how am I aware that I’m dreaming?
Is this really a dream?
The fog clears, but the realness of the dream persists, growing stronger as reality fades in.My eyes drift open, and I’m disoriented for a moment, staring up at my ceiling that’s gently lit by my bedside lamp.
Then the too-real sensation of a mouth on my pussy while fingers ease into me makes me fully alert.
I stiffen and jerk upright.
And to my utter disbelief, I meet Malcolm’s gaze between my spread thighs.
14
Malcolm
Survival, evasion, resistance, and escape: how to avoid enemy capture, and what to do if it happens.
During my training, the first instruction I received before I was dropped into the wilderness with barely any gear and then got hunted down was to stay alert, stay alive, and don’t get caught.
June was on my mind all day, constant replays of the night before keeping me on edge with sexual frustration.I don’t know how I got any work done.All I thought about was how I couldn’t wait for another chance to taste her pussy.
It was a hard fight tonight keeping my hands to myself as we spent time together.I tried to escape to bed, but there she was, staring up at me with admiration in her pretty brown eyes, a beautiful smile on her lips as she called me her hero.
Our kiss set me on this path, and when she returned it, there was no turning back.I waited long enough to make sure she was asleep, then I leapt through the window of opportunity without looking.
More like Ilappedwithout looking to see if she was fully asleep.I didn’t stay alert and I got caught giving my best friend’s daughter an even filthier bedtime kiss than the one before.
Fuck.This is bad.
So horned up, I hadn’t prepared for this possibility at all.What do I do?What do I say?Her shock is waning, betrayal setting in.She scrambles away from me, yanking the sheet over her body to cover herself, distrust written all over her face.
