Page 22 of His Reward
When I pull my cock free from my underwear, it takes the last dregs of my willpower not to guide it to June’s pussy.Instead, I raise myself to my knees and jerk off.
I’m hot and rigid in my palm, my cockhead so sensitive, I shudder when I touch it.I’m aroused as fuck, but the view of my best friend’s daughter’s well-sucked tits and her wet, pink pussy is fuel to the fire burning in my gut.
Some energetic strokes get me to the finish line.I bend over June and grunt, my cum shooting out of me onto her stomach.
“Oh fuck,” I groan, shuddering as I continue stroking my cock.
I wish more than ever I was inside her.I would’ve been putting my baby inside her belly instead of spilling my cum on top of it.
When I’m spent, I sit back on my haunches, my heart pounding as I struggle to catch my breath.The bliss eventually fades, taking my arousal with it, and I’m clearheaded again.
Tonight, when June needed my protection, I took advantage of her while she slept.I betrayed her trust and committed an indictable offence.
I stare at June, waiting for the shame and disgust to come.They don’t this time.I’m triumphant.Fuckingproud.My cum on her body is my mark.A claim.
After I clean her stomach and put back on her underwear, I return to the pillow on the living room floor.I stare up at the stucco ceiling as I replay what I did to June.Fresh arousal makes me hard again.
I was wrong.
A little taste isn’t enough.
I want all of her.
At last, I’m finally drifting off to sleep, and that’s when I figure out a way to make June mine.
11
June
Whenever I take a sleeping pill, I’m always groggy and irritable the next morning.For the first time, I awake refreshed.
I glance at my bedroom window and my good mood dims when I remember last night’s events.Will the police find the asshole who broke into my apartment?
The officers who showed up last night were understanding, but I sensed they aren’t going to treat my situation with urgency.No surprise.In a large city, the police would have a lot of cases to deal with.
A delicious scent floats through my bedroom, distracting me from worry.My stomach grumbles.It must be nice for whoever is going to enjoy the source of that smell.I’m stuck with microwaved oatmeal for breakfast again.
I get out of bed and head for my bedroom door, then pause.Oh, right.Malcolm spent the night.If he hasn’t left already, he’s probably in the living room.I look down at my tank top and underwear.I should wear something a little more appropriate.
After I put on a pair of shorts, I head to the living room.The pillow I lent Malcolm is on top of the neatly folded sheet on my loveseat, and I hear the familiar hiss of something frying.What a pleasant surprise.That tasty scent is coming frommykitchen.
I find Malcolm standing by the stove, scrambling eggs.Strips of bacon lie on a plate lined with a paper towel on the counter.Both of us freeze when our gazes meet, the egg’s gentle hiss filling the silence.
Seeing him reminds me of the hug last night.Fresh embarrassment courses through me.I will never get over that I did something so cringey.
Wait, I remember something else.I dreamt about him!It was my first dirty dream in a long time.It felt so real.He was on top of me and he growled something in my ear.
I want to fuck you so bad.
My face warms and I avert my gaze to the bacon.Maybe I need to make an appointment with my old therapist.There’s something wrong with me.I developed a crush on a man I’ve always seen like an uncle and I’m having sex dreams about him too.
“Slept well?”he asks, stirring the eggs with a wooden spoon.
“Yeah.”Toowell.Instead of having bad dreams like I usually do, I had a naughty one about him.“What about you?Was the loveseat comfortable?”
“I slept on the floor.”
He doesn’t say anything else.I’m a little confused by his terse reply, so I change the subject.
