by Ancelli
“He attended church?”
“Yes, he lived a double life.” He twisted his mouth. “In everybody’s eyes, my dad was a saint, but behind closed doors he was a monster. But it was those Sundays that gave my mother faith and strength to get out of that situation. Her faith never crumbled, it only got stronger, and because of her faith, I am where I am today. She always believed in me, even when I didn’t.”
“What was your mother like?”
“She was kind. Sweet. Shy but strong. She always put everyone else first. She would give you the clothes on her back if you needed it.”
“I wish I could've met her.”
He smiled. “She would’ve liked you.”
She continued combing through his hair.
“Sometimes I wonder why he even had kids. You would think they’d stop at the first child, but no, they had five. He didn’t care about us. It was always about that damn alcohol.” A tear ran down his cheek. “After I was old enough, I tried to build a relationship with him, but he said he didn’t want anything to do with me, or my sisters.” He pinched his nose with his fingers. “Even after he treated me like shit, I took care of him and he didn’t know.”
“How?”
“I started sending him money over the years.”
“Why didn’t you tell him?”
“He never gave me the chance to. Once my father realized we were gone, he had nothing to live for. He blamed us for losing the only woman he ever loved. I guess I felt responsible for him.”
“You were a good son.” She wiped the falling tear, needing to change the conversation, wanting to put a smile on his face, somehow. “What about your sisters?”
“My sisters are a crazy bunch.” He chuckled. “Olivia is the oldest. She always acted like my mom, and then there’s Abby. She’s the stuck-up one. Diana’s the peacemaker, and the craziest of all? Vickie. I love them to death.”
“They sound interesting.” She continued to comb his hair with her fingers. He was smiling again as he talked about his childhood, living with a bunch of females.
“I wish I had a big family.”
“What about you? Do you have any siblings?”
“No siblings, just my mom and dad, but I can’t have any contact with them. It’s too dangerous,” she said, getting emotional. She wiped her falling tears.
“One day really soon, you’ll be able to see them as much as you want.” He caressed the side of her face.
“I wish.” She looked away.
“That’s a promise.”
“What else can I do for you?”
“You’re doing it right now.” He closed his eyes. “Please don’t leave.”
She continued combing his hair. “I won’t.”
Chapter Fourteen
John was still lying on Sophia's lap when he woke up. He leaned up, observing her for a moment. “Thank you,” he whispered, kissing her full lips softly so as not to wake her. He picked her up and carried her to his room, laid her in the middle of the mattress, and pulled the covers over her.
He sat on the edge of the bed, thinking about the amazing women he’d had in his life, but oddly enough, some of them seemed to walk out of it, too. Like Amy. He'd loved her with all his heart. He'd changed his ways for her. And look how she repaid you.
He gazed down at Sophia. She wasn’t his wife, but she’d been the one there for him the last six months. When his son had had a fever and he didn’t know what to do, she'd been the one who stayed up with him until three in the morning. He'd never expected to feel anything for another woman.
Sophia woke up and gave a little stretch. “John, are you okay?” she asked softly.
“Yes.” He answered without looking at her. “Don’t leave.”
She froze—he could feel her tense against the mattress—and he moved forward and placed his hand around the back of her neck. “Please.” He gently pulled her forward. “Don’t walk away from me.”
Walk away, walk away, she thought, but couldn’t find the words.
Her eyes and body must have told him what he needed, because he pulled her into a passionate kiss. His tongue parted her lips, making her obey his every move. She slowly touched her hand to his abs, then to his chest. Damn. Sophia felt the moisture between her thighs. He was driving her crazy, and all they were sharing was a kiss. If a kiss affected her like this, she could only imagine the rest. Their one night in the woods was only a cloudy memory.
“John,” she whispered against his lips, then backed away, rolled off the bed, and hurried to his bathroom.
What are you doing, Sophia? She stared at her reflection in the mirror. She needed him as badly as he needed her. In that moment, she decided, finally, to live for herself.
Sophia stepped out of the bathroom and stared at his back. His elbows rested on his legs and his hands covered his face. Her heart yearned for him. Slipping off her dress and panties, she moved to stand in front of him. She gawked at his fine body, roved over his abs, his biceps, his triceps…and waited.
Startled, he opened his eyes. It seemed a long moment until he realized she was naked. His gaze took in the length of her body, and then their eyes connected again.
She whispered. “I’ve been missing something.”
“What?”
“It’s been years since I’ve felt wanted.”
He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer. “I do want you.” He captured her lips. She opened up for him and their tongues met in a tango. She nipped at his bottom lip, and smiled.
“I know I shouldn’t, but I want you too.”
“You’re stunning.” He held her hands and looked down at her body. “I love the way that smile looks on you,” he said, with a naughty, raspy voice. His eyes were full of passion and want, reflecting exactly what she was feeling.
She licked her bottom lip, and gave it a seductive bite.
He moaned. “You look so sexy when you do that.” He moved in. “Let me.” He nipped her lip.
He settled her on his lap, squeezing her ass. “Please don’t change your mind. Please… you and me.”
Her hands went behind his neck. “John…” she moaned, grinding on his covered bulge. “You and me…”
His fingers made his way to her pussy. “Mmm, you’re already wet for me. So tight.” He groaned. Picking her up, he gently threw her in the middle of the bed, making her giggle. He climbed over her and started kissing her lips, sucking her tongue. “I want to know everything about you.”
His words made her pussy tingle. No man had ever cared about her desires. He drove her crazy with kisses, making his way to her breasts, giving her nipples the attention her turgid tips sought. She could feel her essence in between her legs. “Yes… Oh yes…” His tongue twirled around one nipple, making her squirm, and his fingers played with the other, making her moan louder. He trailed his hands to her awaiting pussy.
“Damn, so warm.” He kissed his way down her stomach, but stopped and touched the scar on her pelvis, as if noticing it for the first time. “Is this a gunshot wound?”
“John, please… not now. We’ll talk about it later.”
He continued kissing that very spot, and working his way to her shaved pussy.
“Oh, John…” She parted her legs wider.
He settled in between her thighs and smiled. “Mmm,” he said, licking her clit. He grabbed her hip to keep her steady and began licking, sucking, and nibbling on her, then dipped his tongue into her core.
She grabbed his head and held him closer. “Oh God, yes…yes…” she screamed. “I love the way your…tongue does…Oh!” She tugged at his head, and he plunged his tongue into her core. She tried to push him away. She gripped the sheets with so much force, it was getting hard for her to breathe. He held on tighter. His nose hit her clit as his mouth and tongue played with her core.
“I’m coming…”
He continued his assault on her pussy until he’d lapped up every bit of her juice.
“You taste so good.” He wi
ped his mouth and kissed his way up her body so he could stare into her eyes—and smirk. “I hope you enjoyed that?”
She was still trying to bring her breathing back to normal. “Oh, yes. You have no idea. No one has ever made me…come so hard.” She pushed him on his back and climbed on top of him. “My hero,” she sighed, laughing until he laughed, too.
She kissed his full lips, down his neck to his abs. She grabbed his boxers and pulled them down, then looked at his big, thick cock dripping with pre-cum. Her mouth watered. She’d never been with a white man until that night with John in the cabin, which she really couldn’t remember. But now, in the light, he was bigger than she’d imagine.
She took hold of his cock and commenced to pump him with her hands, staring into his mesmerizing eyes. In one swift move, she put her mouth around him, and started sucking his dick as deep as she could, using her tongue to her advantage, moving and rolling it on the base of his cock, taking turns twisting her hands around in between moves.
He groaned deep in his throat, never breaking eye contact with her. “Fuck, Sophia…” Her lips and mouth were so good. He’d had many lovers in his day, but none with the type of talent she had. He had to stop her before he came. No other woman could even get him to the point she had, so soon. “Sophia…” He put his hands in her hair, at first guiding her movements, but it felt so good he needed to stop her. He gripped her arms and lifted her up.
She licked her lips.
Damn, she looked so sexy right at that moment.
Sophia climbed on top of him, taking his cock in her hand, and began grinding on his dick, getting it lubricated with his pre-cum and her juices. “Fuck, you’re so freaking wet and warm.” He couldn’t wait anymore.
He grabbed his cock and gently pushed it deep inside her, making her gasp, and grab on to his arms. “Oh…God…” She squeezed her pussy walls.
She rode him hard, and then slow. He gripped her waist and started thrusting up into her. Every time he thrust, she moaned a little harder. “Fuck, baby…” he said between breaths.
He rolled her over and gave her long, slow strokes, never breaking eye contact with her.
“More…don’t stop…” she said between groans. “Please…”
Damn, she was amazing. Her pussy fit him like a glove; every time he gave her a stroke, she gripped him tighter. He placed her legs over his shoulders.
Damn she was flexible.
“Oh, yes…more…” she moaned.
“Anything for you.” He began thrusting faster, hitting her spot. She began shaking. “You coming, baby?”
She nodded, working her body to his rhythm. She dug her nails into his back as her body ripped into ecstasy, making her scream his name. “John!”
His strokes got longer and deeper. He gave himself to her inch by inch. Her pussy contracted around his cock, making his balls get even tighter; he was about to explode. He leaned down, biting her collarbone, and then she began to whisper naughty things in his ear.
“Take this pussy…”
She brought him over the edge. He pulled out just in time, stream upon stream of sperm landing on Sophia’s stomach.
He bent down and kissed her shaky lips, picked her up, and carried her to the shower.
“Can you get your hair wet?” he asked her as he put her down on the tile.
She grabbed the shower knob and turned it on. “Does this answer your question?”
He kissed the side of her neck. “I need you to let go.”
She gazed into his eyes as he cupped her face.
“When we made love you held back,” he said, caressing her.
“No, I didn’t.”
“I could feel it. Let Ashley come out and play. I want the real you.” He chuckled. “Scream, and tell me what you want.”
She placed her arms around his neck and pulled him down, capturing his lips, playing with his tongue. His cock became aroused quickly. She smiled. “Then let’s hurry up with our shower.”
***
Back in the bedroom, John wrapped his arms around her, and gazed into her eyes.
She moved away from him, climbed on the bed and lay on her back, and began touching herself as he watched.
His gut tightened with desire as she squeezed her nipples and touched the point of her tongue to the bow of her mouth. Her lips curled when she looked down at his cock. It was hard as a rock, pointing straight at her, dripping.
Her finger caressed from her breast, down to her navel, then to her core.
Neither of them spoke.
His mouth was slightly agape as he watched her hands. He grasped his cock and started stroking himself.
“Stop,” he said, climbing next to her, making her pause what she was doing. “I want to be the one giving you pleasure. Sit up.”
She smiled and obeyed his order.
“Get on your knees and grab the headboard.”
She turned to do what he asked, and before she knew it, he was on his back, lifting her on top of him.
“Oh…God!” she yelled, as his mouth made contact with her pussy. He settled underneath her, in between her legs.
He parted her lips with his fingers, and with the tip of his tongue, he played with her clit.
She was loud, making him laugh against her pussy. That was what he wanted. He wanted her to let go. He started humming into her, and the vibration made her essence flow.
She started grinding on his mouth, as his tongue lapped and entered her core. He slipped in and out of her. Her hands gripped the headboard, banging it against the wall. He wondered if she would break it in two.
Her pussy contracted around his tongue, and she gripped his head in a leg-lock until she came down from her high. When she opened her eyes, he was staring at her. Her breathing was still short and she slowly released his head. “John…that was…”
“Stay right there.” He slipped from under her, getting off the bed. He went to his nightstand and pulled out a blindfold.
He joined her again. “Do you trust me?” he asked, showing her the silk tie.
They stared at each other, conveying passion, lust, desire.
“Yes, I trust you.” She closed her eyes.
He moved her hair out of the way and kissed the back of her neck, making her moan. “Talk to me in Spanish,” he whispered in her ear.
She nodded her head.
He placed the blindfold around her eyes and gently tied it, and put her hands on the wall. He slowly backed away.
“John…” she whispered, and then moaned when he gave her wet kisses from the back of her neck to the arch of her back, and stopped at her ass, giving a soft nibble on each cheek. “Fuck…”
He got on his knees, wrapping his arms around her, and pinching her nipples, making her moan as he walked his fingertips to her pussy. He pushed her legs apart, grabbed his dick, and slowly thrust into her.
“Fuck…Sophia…” He groaned against her neck, giving her gentle bites.
Her pussy was soaked as he dove into her.
“Dame mas…quiero mas…” she chanted.
He didn’t know what she was saying but it was turning him on. He was losing himself to her, he wanted to make sure she never forgot their night together.
Sophia was lost in everything he was doing to her. His cock felt so good going in and out of her so she backed it up to give him a run for his money. “Dale duro…Papi…yes…” She raised her passion-filled voice. “John…yes…more…give me…”
He pulled out of her and took off the blindfold. With a solemn stare, he placed her down on the mattress. Settling once again between her legs, he lifted them to the joints of his elbows and plunged into her with no mercy, giving her what she asked for.
“Sophia…” He moaned, looking into her eyes. “Please…don’t…say…good…”
She didn’t let him finish, just yanked him down and devoured his mouth. Her tongue mimicked what his strokes were doing to her. Her body began to shake, squeezing his cock. “I’m coming…” she moaned ag
ainst his lips. “Yes…John!”
He bit her bottom lip, giving her slow, long thrusts, taking her to the edge and then over in a burst of ecstasy. She screamed his name.
He kept pounding her. She realized she loved everything he did to her: his touches, moves, everything. She hadn’t been with a man in a long time, and she knew it would be hard to let go of John. He wasn’t perfect, but to her he was the epitome of the man she could fall hard for.
He slowed his tempo, giving her a gentle, sweet kiss, and then whispered against her lips. “You’re amazing…” He opened her wider, starting to go faster and harder. “Fuck, Sophia…I’m com….” He sucked on her neck, and came with so much force, she swore she felt his sperm in her ovaries.
He fell on her, breathing deeply. After a moment, he pushed himself off and gave her one of the sweetest kisses she’d ever received, one filled with so much emotion. “Sophia, I—”
She pressed her fingertip to his lips to keep him from saying anything.
He didn’t like what he saw in her eyes. She turned her head, and he tipped her chin. “Tell me…”
With so much regret, Sophia gazed at him, then placed her hands in his sweaty, silky hair. “John, this is goodbye.” He met her lips in a passionate kiss.
“I’m going miss you…”
“Me too…” she whispered.
He couldn’t sleep, but Sophia fell asleep on his chest. John was mesmerized staring at her, he traced her face with his fingertips memorizing every single detail from her eyes, nose, lips, chin even her shoulders. It was going to be hard to let her go of his best friend.
Chapter Fifteen
John shifted in his chair as he read over a tedious set of settlement papers. Charles strolled into his office without knocking.
He looked up and glared at him. “How can I help you?”
“I just wanted to apologize for the misunderstanding the other night.”