Page 94 of Unbreakable
“I’m sorry I didn’t see you hurting,” I said. “But you need to tell me what you need.”
He gave a wry smile with a little snort. “Likewise. You could have told me more before you left. But that’s all behind us. The best we can do is . . .”
“Keep going,” I said.
Dylan nodded. “I want to keep going with you. All the way to the end. You and me, baby.”
I cracked a smile. “You and me, against the world.”
Dylan’s hand cupped the side of my face as he pulled me to him, nuzzling me. Then he paused. “I love you so much, Jeanine, but can you please get a tissue?”
I gasped and pushed him away. “How dare you! Mr. I Don’t Care How Sick You Are.”
He cackled as I got a tissue, tugging my legs toward him and lowering my pajama bottoms. “Come here, you. I assume you’re not sick down here.”
I squealed and giggled as he lifted my pajama top, placing soft kisses on my stomach and the undersides of my breasts. “Nope, just sick in the head.”
He sank his teeth into the side of my stomach. “Don’t talk about my wife like that,” he snarled, then punctuated his next statements with little nibbles. “My wife is beautiful, and strong, and smart, and,” he reached my underwear and pulled them to my feet, “fucking delicious.”
The movie played in the background as Dylan dropped to his stomach. I moaned and sighed when his tongue swept over the crease of my inner thighs, at his mercy.
“Tell me, baby. Were you going to run off with your high school hottie and leave your family behind?” His tongue licked a stripe up either side of my slit.
I lifted my head to look at him. “You’re still hung up on that, huh? I haven’t given it a second thought. He wanted me to bring the kids too, ya know.”
He paused, staring up at me with his tongue still attached to my pussy. He drew it back in his mouth and his jaw fell open. “Wait, he did more than what I saw him do?”
“Ah, yeah. He may have tried to shoot his shot. He said I could take the kids and run off to be with him.”
The betrayal was all over Dylan’s face. “That fucker thought he was going to steal my entire life? Not just my wife, but also become stepdad of the year? Oh, I don’t fucking think so.”
His mouth latched onto me with such fervor that I had to peel him up by his forehead. “Hey,” I said. “Give me a little credit. I have taste.”
He raised his eyebrows at me. “You didn’t when you were twenty.”
“Slim pickings,” I scoffed. I sat up, pushing Dylan back on his ass and shucking his shirt off, then gesturing for him to remove his pants. “You think I’d give up this rich, hot, ripped man and the best dick of my life for a little hometown hero and likely incel like Andy?”
Dyl pointed to the screen. “Happens in the movies all the time.”
I laughed. “He said he’d waited for me since I broke up with him. He really tried his hardest. Pulled out all the stops.”
“Nuh-uh. He waited for you that long? J, that’s romantic! Give the guy a chance!”
I leveled him with a look. “It’s weird and pathetic.”
“Aw, poor guy. You’re so mean, Jeanine!” He held a straight and indignant face until I sank down on his cock. “Fuuuck.”
“I’ll show you mean.”
He spanked me and since I was feeling fresh, I smacked him in the face. I’d never once done that and Dylan got the best twinkle in his eye. “Jeannie! You’re nasty!”
“Yeah, I can be real nasty. Try me.”
Dyl thrust up into me, gripping my ass and spanking me again. I lifted my hips clear off him, standing over him. “Say you’re sorry,” I taunted.
“J, no, my dick is cold! You got it all wet and warm and you’re—youre—” he sputtered.
“Oh, no! The little man’s dick is cold!” I cackled.
