Copyright 2019 Erica Marselas
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Contents
Copyright 2019 Erica Marselas
Dedication
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
EPILOGUE
BEFORE YOU GO….
SNEAK PEEK OF SO WRONG SO RIGHT
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PROLOGUE
I stomp my cigarette into the ground and scream. My heart shatters into a million tiny pieces as my entire life goes up in smoke. Everything I have done to make a better life for myself is gone.
When I thought I had everything, I now have nothing.
Nothing!
Now, staring into the window of my former life, the one I hated, or thought I hated when I was dragged back to this small-town years ago, has also evaporated into the sky.
I’m going to have to fight back for what I have lost.
It isn't going to be easy because there is now someone taking up space in my old life.
I neglected everything that surrounded me as I worked to improve myself for a new life. Not realizing the world I once knew has continued without me. All the things I missed and forgot to cherish have moved on along with it.
From out of my purse, I grab a white pill and stare at it, debating if I should take it. The pills I've been on for longer than I can remember.
I hate them.
But they keep the voices calm.
I wonder if I should take another one to keep the storm that's raging in my head quiet. The thing is, I don't want them to be silent. I want the voices to scream. I want them to give me the answers.
I’m tired of being told the dark clouds that brew in my head are wrong.
I toss the little white pill into the grass and fling my brown hair over my shoulder, making my way to the man I love. I can make it right.
Because we are right together.
Together we are the perfect storm.
CHAPTER ONE
DEAN
Brown curls tangle in my fingers as my girl’s plump pink lips wrap around my cock. Her cheeks puff out, and I groan her name as she takes me all the way down her throat.
Lola looks fucking irresistible as she sucks me off. Which makes it hard not to want to come down her throat. But I want to be deep inside of this goddess, to feel her warmth, as I claim her as mine.
Pulling her head back, my cock slides out of her mouth. She’s panting heavily, her face bright red from gagging, but she appears eager to put me back in. Instead, I lift Lola to her feet with my hand still tangled in her hair. Without giving her a moment to protest, I crush my lips to hers, sucking the life out of her before tossing her onto my bed.
I need her. I need to possess her. To love her.
Crawling on top of her naked body my dick pushes against her entrance, ready to take her, but I pause. Staring down at her bright brown eyes, I see a flash of uncertainty. I run my hand down her gorgeous face wondering what brought this on. “What’s wrong?”
“I just got a chill. It’s nothing.” She shakes her head, pushing away the worry that is swimming in her eyes. Though I make a mental note to ask her later. “Make love to me. Please,” Lola begs, leaning into my touch.
“You sure?”
“Yes. I need you.”
“You have no idea how much I need you, Lo.” She grins and pulls my head down to kiss me. My tongue slips into her mouth as I sink myself into her tight heat.
This is heaven, my heaven.
Since the first time I tasted her, I knew I would never have enough of little Miss Lola Anderson. Her snug, pink pussy is just an added bonus. I've never had a woman as tight as her. Or as perfect.
Like the little moans she makes and the way her nails scratch down my back as I pound into her hard and fast.
“Dean, oh god,” Lola pants breaking from my lips, her eyes rolling back in her head as she comes. Her pussy is gripping my cock like a vise.
“That's my girl.”
Once she finishes convulsing around me, I pull out of her and stand. I grab her legs dragging her to the edge of the bed and place them on my shoulders.
She moans, and her body shivers as my dick traces over her sensitive slit, letting her sweet juices coat my dick before driving myself into her. Her hand flies over her mouth, holding in her scream. “No baby, let me hear you.”
I slam into her, over and over, my thumb rubbing her swollen clit. Her perfect tits bounce with each thrust. The sounds of her pleasure echo off the walls of my bedroom as she doesn’t hold back.
I love to hear her noises because they burn into my memory, so when we aren’t together, I can remember what I’ve done to her.
I don't know how I got so lucky to have this angel in my bed. She might be young, but before she came into my life I had never felt more alive. She’s been the missing piece in my life. The one to make me whole after I had my heart shattered and dumped aside, and I have no plans to ever let her go.
Her legs lock, and she grips the sheet under her. She’s trying to hold on to her orgasm by tightening up, but I’m not going to let her. I feather kisses on her calf, silently telling her to relax, as I pull my dick out to the tip just nestled between her lips. I pinch her clit and plow back into her, bottoming out, and she unravels around me. “Fuck, Lo.” Her pussy spasming around me brings on my orgasm, and I fill her with my seed.
When I drop her legs and pull out, there’s no better sight than watching my cum drip out of her. She’s been marked by me.
Yeah, I’m never giving her up, no matter what the consequences are.
Scooping Lola into my arms, I lay us in the middle of the bed. I brush my hand through Lola’s hair as she rests her head on my chest. Her fingers travel along my happy trail as our breathing returns to normal. The glow from our lovemaking shines on her skin, and I don't think she could look more beautiful than she does now. It’s a moment that we both bask in; no words need to be exchanged as we hold on t
o one another and fall from our highs. Nothing can ruin this moment.
Well, besides me.
“Lola, you need to be going.” I sigh, shattering the glow around us as I catch the time on the nightstand. It’s the last words I want to say after spending an incredible weekend with her, but my ex-wife, Peyton, is on her way back with my daughter. Well, she isn’t my ex-wife yet. We are in the final steps of our separation, two months away from being divorced. So if Peyton catches me with our teenage babysitter—without our daughter here—I have no doubt it will cause a shitstorm of all proportions because I never know where Peyton's head is at.
“Why?” Lola frowns and props her head up on my chest.
“We lost track of time. Peyton will be back soon with Georgia.”
“So? Peyton and Georgia love me.” She giggles but then stops; I’m sure seeing I’m not the least bit amused. Though it’s true, Peyton does adore her. Not only because Lola had been an excellent babysitter for Georgia for years, but she had also been one of Peyton’s favorite students as well. Those feelings will be sure to change if Peyton finds out Lola and I are together.
“Baby, we’ve talked about this. She can’t see you when Georgia isn’t here.”
“God, I was just kidding. But what’s the big deal? I’ll hide in here. It’s not like she will be coming into your bedroom.”
She could hide in my room, but Peyton has a way of lingering around lately, wanting to talk, trying to reconcile what’s already lost. I roll my eyes inwardly, thinking it’s the main reason I don’t want Lola around while she’s here.
She doesn’t need to listen to all the begging and pleading Peyton has been trying to pull. Or the yelling when I turn Peyton down.
At the time, the separation had been mutual. Now, months before the end of the legal separation and the divorce is to be finalized, Peyton wants back in. I can’t fathom the idea. It’s already too late for me, but it doesn’t keep Peyton from trying.
“It’s not worth any of the risk. I’ll call you after she leaves.”
Lola shoots up and tosses the sheet off her toned naked body. “Whatever. I should've known this was fucking coming again.” She grits out and gets out of bed in search of her clothes. I take a moment to admire her beauty as she moves around the room. The way the late afternoon sun shines on her still flushed skin from her last orgasm making her look heavenly. As she slips on her little red panties, her tits bounce, those delicious pink nipples still erect, begging me to suck them again. When she turns around, she gives me a glimpse of my favorite feature on her, the dimples of Venus on her back. My mind wanders to the way they look when I’m thrusting into her from behind, but the daydream is broken when she slips on her shirt, covering them up. I’m out of bed in an instant to get to her.
She can’t leave like this.
The last thing I want her to do is to leave upset. She’s buttoning up her jeans when I grab her around the waist and pull her into my chest. “We’ve been through this.” I push a strand of hair behind her ear, staring into her eyes intently.
“Oh, I know, and quite frankly I’m sick of hiding from her. Don’t you think GG would have told her by now that I hang around all the time? Or I don’t know, maybe you could tell her you love me like you’ve told some of your friends?”
“Just give me some more time to find the best way to approach her.”
“Approach her? Why don’t you start with, ‘hey, guess what? I’m in love with Lola now.’ God, you’re two months away from signing the divorce papers!”
“And when she finds out we we’re together—”
“So?” she snaps, cutting me off and manages to wiggle out of my arms. “She’s the one who abandoned you.”
“Yes, but all the court will see is that I committed adultery. Had sex with the babysitter, the person we hired to watch our child. It doesn’t…” I pinch the bridge of my nose. She doesn’t understand the consequences of our affair. Sure, I had been the one to ask Peyton for the divorce because the love between us had fizzled, but also because I couldn’t stop picturing what Lola would look like writhing under me. I wasn’t a cheater, but I guess in a way I am. I committed adultery while separated from my soon to be ex and had fallen in love with my daughter’s babysitter.
“Lo, it could affect the divorce process. You know how Peyton can be. If she gets mad, the whole agreement we have could go out the window, and we can end up going to court. Then it will take even longer to finalize. Also, I don’t want to hurt her because no matter what, I cheated.”
“That’s not my fault! Yeah, sure by law you’re still married, but you’re not. She’ll get over it, but I guess you will need to do so first.”
Lola picks up her purse from the dresser and leaves without another word from me. I fall to the bed and shake my head. “Fuck.”
Yes, it’s my fault this all started, but I couldn’t control myself around her anymore. She had always been beautiful, but I didn’t notice just how beautiful she truly was until much later. When she first took the babysitting gig, I didn't feel anything for her, other than the fact that she was one of my students and the girl I paid to watch my child. For two years, it had been that simple, but then I started growing close to Lola when Peyton started not coming home for days on end, leaving my daughter and me on our own.
Peyton made me feel unwanted after everything I had done for her. She might as well have just ripped my heart out and stomped on it.
Lola was there when my life was turning upside down. She was someone who gave a shit about me and wanted to be with me. She helped me realize all the things I had missed with Peyton.
I close my eyes and think about one of the first moments I had started falling for Lola.
“Where are you going now?” I ask Peyton as I pull off my tie, walking into my bedroom. I just got home after helping out with the football game at the high school, and she’s leaving.
But what else is new?
Peyton stands before me in a pair of tight jeans and a blouse that shows off her cleavage. I would say she looks gorgeous, but this outfit isn’t for me.
“I’m going out with the girls if you must know. Lola cooked dinner for you and Georgia.”
“It’s Friday night. Don’t you think me and you should spend time together with Georgia as a family?” Peyton rolls her eyes. She acts as if it’s the most unappealing thing she can do. Maybe to her it is, and it kills me I can no longer make her happy. “You’ve been out every night for the last two weeks. Georgia misses you.”
“I gave her a hug. She’ll be fine. I need this, Dean.”
“She’ll be fine with a hug? Are you serious Peyton? How about spending time with her? Tucking her in at night or reading her a bedtime story? She needs more than just a damn hug. And what about us? What we need? I think you should stay.”
“I can’t deal with you right now. I’m leaving.” With a huff, she dodges past me and is out of the room.
I’d usually go after her, but I’ve lost all the fight in me.
I’m tired of my heart being ripped out every time Peyton walks away.
After the front door slams shut, I make my way downstairs to search for my daughter. I find Georgia sitting on Lola’s lap as she brushes her hair. I smile upon seeing them and try to put on a happy face though I’m itching for a drink.
“Mommy go away again?” Georgia frowns and Lola places a kiss on top of her head.
“Yeah, peanut. Listen, why don’t we eat and then we can play a game or watch a movie.”
“Okay.”
Lola stays for the rest of the evening wanting to help and keep us company. Like she does every time Peyton abandons us. I honestly don’t know what I would do without her. Not that I can’t watch Georgia on my own, but it’s nice not to feel deserted and for a few hours every night to feel like a family. Even if the woman playing “Hi Ho Cherry Oh,” across from us, isn’t my wife.
Georgia requested only Lola to put her to bed tonight. So, I make my way to the liquor cabin
et and pour myself a scotch.
It’s going on nine, and my wife still isn’t home. I don’t know why I act surprised, it’s nothing new.
Where did I go wrong?
I'm so sick of this shit and yet I keep putting up with it. Putting the crystal to my lips, I gulp the amber liquid back and let the smooth honey oak slide down my throat and warm my belly.
I'm going to need a lot more of this tonight so that I can pass out and not lose my cool if I do see my wife tonight.
I should end it. I need to end it. It’s all a facade anyway.
Our relationship has been dead in the water for months, if not longer. But our daughter Georgia is the main reason I hold on.
“She's in bed, Mr. Goodwin.” Lola rests her hand on my shoulder and sits down next to me. “Are you okay?”
“What have I told you about calling me, Mr. Goodwin?”
She bites down on her lip and looks at the ground. “Dean, sorry. You know how Mrs. Goodwin gets about the formalities.”
“Well, she isn't here, is she?” I spit the words out more harshly than intended to the young girl beside me. I shake my head and move to the liquor cabinet to refill my glass. I just need to pass out.
A dainty hand reaches out overlapping mine on my glass as I go for a drink. I turn to the chestnut eyes of this sweet girl that I now spend more time with than my own wife. “Maybe instead of drinking this, me and you could watch a movie. Georgia needs you in the morning. Just in case Mrs. Goodwin doesn't come home.”
“You don’t think she's coming home?”
“I don't know. It wouldn't be the first time. I can stay tonight. It's the weekend, so no school and I don’t think my mom will mind. I can help to get Georgia ready if you want, maybe make breakfast.”
“You don’t need to do all that, Lo.” I reach out to push a strand of her brown hair back making her pale cheeks brighten a ruby red. She’s so fucking beautiful, and my dick twitches in agreement. How could it not? It’s only been ignored for the last three months by my wife. And here sits this young girl that smells of apples, with her perky breasts spilling out of her tank top paying every ounce of attention to me.
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