“Mick, you don’t.”
“I do. I fucking do. I have to tell you. You have to know. I never touched her while we were together. You have to know.” His hands pull the hair away from my face. “Never wanted to touch her, never wanted to taint what we had. But that night that Lori called and she showed up, you left. I thought there was no way in hell you would give me another chance, no way would I be that fucking lucky to get my own piece of heaven. But I still never fucking touched her. I kicked her out and came to your house and watched you from my car.”
“Mick,” I whisper, my own tears falling now.
“I wore a condom each and every single time. I was stupid to not question it. I was a fucking fool to believe her, but why would she lie to me, right?” He exhales a deep breath, my hands clutching at his shirt now. The tears won’t stop.
“Mick, please,” I plead with him.
“I love you. Never knew love like this before, never knew it existed. Saw Jackson fall in love and fuck did I want that, wanted to feel that feeling, craved it. Then you looked me in the eye, and I saw what everyone was talking about. They said when it happens you’ll know. Baby, I fucking knew.”
“I love you.” I don’t wait for more. I take charge. I lean in, placing my lips on his. The taste of him is like going home.
The taste of the whiskey on his tongue mixed with mine is like finding a missing piece. The way our tongues dance with each other, it’s like they have been doing this for their whole life.
His hands in my hair pull a little, my own hands wrapping around his neck to pull at his hair. The kiss is needy, greedy, and rough.
“How drunk are you right now?” I ask him when we finally leave each other’s lips, but he has started to attack my neck. Licking, sucking, biting, making my heart soar and my panties wet.
“Not even close to drunk,” he says while he gets off the chair, my legs wrapping around his waist, the skirt rising up till you see my ass. “Tell me you’ll stay,” he asks right before he takes one more step into the living room right to the steps that lead to his room.
“I’m never leaving. No more, Mick.”
“Fuck, not giving you a choice anyway. You left once, fucking killed me when you did. Not doing that again,” he tells me right before walking to the door, slamming it shut and locking it.
“Where is Lori?” he asks before we make it up one step. This man not only loves me, he actually loves my daughter.
“Left her at Bella and Jackson’s. She’s spending the night.”
“Good because what I’ve got planned is going to take all fucking night and tomorrow as well.”
I don’t get to say another word before he slams his mouth on mine, making me get lost in him.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Mick
Sitting at that table tonight drowning my sorrow, I bid my time till I can go to her. Nothing is standing in our way now. Or better yet, no one.
I take one more look at the ultrasound picture before I place it away. I loved that little girl for as long as I thought she was mine. It’s a shame she’ll end up with a mother like Sandie, but that isn’t my problem. Not now, not ever.
So when I look up and see Marissa in my kitchen, it’s a gift from God. It’s like the heavens are answering my prayers.
But nothing could prepare me for when she comes toward me. I hold my breath, hoping that it isn’t a fucking illusion or that I’m dying.
Her hands on me break me. Her touch. I was fucking hers. She owned me, she just didn’t know it. But for the rest of my life I’m going to make sure every fucking morning, noon, and night she knows that she owns me.
I have to tell her what I couldn’t these last couple of weeks. I have to make sure she knows that what we had was so much more than what I had with anyone, that what we had was everything.
Now we are here, in my room, finally back where she belongs, with me.
“Baby.” I kiss her neck, ready to get her naked. “Let your feet down.”
“No,” she says right before pulling me closer to her, wanting to get inside me, and fuck if I didn’t want the same thing.
“Baby, I need to get you naked,” I say while my hands find her ass, kneading them, pushing her core straight on my jean-covered cock.
“Hmmm, okay.” She unfolds her legs, sliding down on her feet, walking to the bed, and getting on it on her knees. In the middle of my bed, in the dark, the light from outside streaming in directly on her like an angel.
She pulls her top over her head, leaving her in a cream-covered lace bra, pushing up her tits nice and round. I start to walk to her, but she shakes her head no, so I stop.
“I wasn’t with anyone since you,” she says when she unclasps her bra in front, letting her tits hang free. The barbells in her nipples catch on the light, also shining in the night. My mouth waters. I rip my shirt over my head.
“One for one, baby,” I tell her, and her eyes hood over in lust.
I rub my cock through my pants, letting her watch me. She unbuttons her jean skirt, pulling the zipper down slowly. She has the matching lace underwear on. She peels it down her hips, lying back on the bed and kicking her skirt away.
Her legs fall open, her finger rubbing down her slit all the while her eyes are on me. I open my own button and bring the zipper down. Pushing the pants down over my hips, my cock springs out. I’m not wearing any boxers, so her eyes go wide as she takes me in. I kick them off my legs.
“I’m naked, baby.” I fist my cock, pulling my barbell, the sensation going straight to my balls.
I get on the bed with her, grabbing the panties in my hands, shredding them by pulling. “Oops, my bad,” I say right before I bend down, taking her clit into my mouth. She groans out, pushing her pussy more into my mouth. I lick her from her clit to her opening, my tongue licking her all the way inside.
Her head rolls to the side while her back arches up. I push her legs back, opening her up while I eat her pussy like it’s my last fucking meal. I look up from her pussy to see her staring down at me, her hands on her tits, playing with her nipples.
I place a finger inside her and slide in to my knuckles. She is so wet I add another finger. “Fuck, I can’t wait to sink into you.” I pump my fingers in and out, my tongue circling her clit, which becomes bigger. “Missed you so much.” Pumping again, I rub her clit with my thumbs, flicking it right and left. “You going to come for me?” I ask her, curling my fingers inside her, rubbing her G-spot three times till she comes all over my hand. She sucks me in so deep, I attack her clit the same time I continue fucking her with my fingers, her legs falling off my shoulders.
I reach over to grab a condom from my drawer. I’m on my knees in the middle of her legs when she sits up. Grabbing my cock in her hand, she licks the tip.
“Mmm,” she says, and then she pulls me deep into her throat till I hit the back.
I reach down, grabbing a nipple while she takes my cock. Her moan vibrates right through me. I pinch her nipple, and her ass moves into the bed.
“I really want your mouth, but right now I want your pussy more,” I tell her, tearing the condom open. Right before I put it on, she takes it from me.
“I’m clean. We had to always get tested at work. And I’m protected,” she says, looking at me.
“I’m clean. I’ve always worn one,” I tell her also for her to know.
She hands me the condom back. “The choice is yours.” She leaves it in my hands.
I look down at her rosy cheeks, lustful eyes, perfect tits, swollen pussy, and I throw it over my shoulder.
I’ve never done it without one and just the thought gets me harder than before. I run my head up and down her slit, getting it wet, my piercing teasing hers.
Bringing myself to her opening, I push my cock in her. Just the tip. The heat fills me up, her wetness smooth, slippery.
“Fuck,” I hiss out, pushing another inch in. There is no other feeling than skin on skin, her tightness gripping me till I slide all the
way in. Balls deep. I have to take a minute and not think of the amazing feeling this is or I’ll blow my load like a virgin.
She pushes her legs back, locking them in the middle of my back. My eyes close as I take in the feeling. Hot, wet, tight. “Mick,” she moans, and she tries to move her hips up and down to get me to move, but with the way I’m planted in her, she can’t move.
I pull out again all the way out and then slam back home. Fuck, I tilt my hips so my piercing grazes her. I know I’ve hit the spot when her hands grip my ass, pushing me deeper into her while the heels of her feet dip into my back.
I open my eyes to look at her, finding her staring at me. “I love you,” I say to her while I pull out and back in again, slowly torturing both of us. “Lost without you,” I say again, following the same torture.
Her chest rises and falls, her nipple rings grazing my own chest. “Missed you,” she says in between pants, her breaths becoming more frantic than the last. “You were everywhere.” She lifts her hips to meet me.
I pull out of her, and she groans out. I lay down next to her. “Ride me,” I tell her, and she gets up, swinging a leg around my waist. She places my cock right at her entrance and then she slowly, fucking slowly descends. She takes her time going down so she can adjust to my size. Once she is all the way down, she throws her head back, moaning out. I push up to get in even deeper. My hands find their way to her tits, holding them, kneading them.
She rotates her hips in a circle, making her clit rub on me. I pinch her nipples at the same time. “Give it to me, baby.”
Her head falls forward while she places her hands on my chest so she can move up and down on me. She rises all the way to the tip and then comes down hard. I go deeper than I’ve ever gotten before. She does this one more time but on the third time, I place my hands on her hips and slam her down the exact moment I thrust upward, pushing her over the edge. Her pussy squeezes my cock as she grinds her clit on me. She doesn’t move while her pussy pulses around me. Instead, she falls forward on me.
Her hair falls around my face as she looks at me. She lowers her face, licking my bottom lip. I grab her face in my hands and attack her mouth with mine. My tongue slides into hers, and her hips start moving up and down on me. “I love you,” she says in between kisses. We continue to kiss while she slowly works my cock in and out of her. Our mouths connected, her heart beating on mine, my hand in her hair, my cock in her. This is heaven.
She comes again, this time not as powerful as the first, but still her pussy clenches one, two, three, all the while her moans are drowned in my mouth, our lips still sealed together.
I flip her over, never breaking our connection. My hands now by her head, the kiss goes deeper, my thrusts go harder, our tongues mimicking the movement of my cock going in and out of her. The faster I go the harder we kiss. The more frantic we become. A sheen of sweat has covered our bodies. Every single time I’m about to come I slow it down to make it last longer. Till I can’t do it any more. My lips come off hers while I take one leg, putting it over my shoulder. The way her hips are tilting, I go deep. So deep she screams out in ecstasy. “Show me how you rub yourself,” I say while I pound away twice in her, my balls slapping her ass.
Her hand works its way between us and rubs it through her folds, collecting her wetness. Bringing it back up, she rubs her clit in little circles. Every single time I bury myself in her, she squeezes me harder and harder. “Fuck, I’m going to come.” As soon as I say that, she rubs her clit fast and then presses it down while she comes on my cock, her cum leaking out of her. Her moans fill the room, and in one more thrust I plant myself deep as I shoot my cum in her. While I fill her, I roar out her name. We come together, we come long, and we come fucking hard.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Marissa
The warm cocoon that I’m snuggled in can’t stop the phone from ringing. Why is it that this is the second day in a row the phone wakes me?
Wiggling my ass into him, I call his name. “Mick,” I grumble. “The phone.”
“Keep wiggling your ass into my cock, I’ll answer it while fucking you.” He turns over to grab the phone from his nightstand.
“Yeah,” he gruffs out. I hear a man’s voice and get up to use the washroom. My body aches in places I had no idea could hurt. The amount of orgasms he gave me I can’t even put into words. Once I wash my hands, I walk back inside on my tippy toes. His phone is still at his ear, the cover on his waist. He has one hand lying on his chest. I lift the covers, climbing back into bed. He moves his hand from his chest so I can cuddle into him.
My head on his chest, my chest flush against his side while his hand rubs my shoulder. His phone call lasts a minute more till he throws the phone back on the nightstand. He turns into me.
“Morning,” he says while bringing me closer to him, my face going straight into the crook of his neck.
“I have a hickey on the inside of my leg right near my vagina,” I tell him, and all he does is agree with a “hmm.” I lift one leg over his hip, bringing him in closer. “And one right near my nipple, a couple bites on my hips.” All he does is groan. “How am I going to explain this?”
He pushes me away and glares at me. “And who the fuck are you explaining anything to?” His jealousy is very much apparent.
I laugh at him and try to pull him closer to me, but he resists me.
“No, answer the question, Marissa.”
“Are you serious right now?” I ask while he continues to glare at me. “Um, you know I have a daughter who is seventeen and who comes in and out while I change.”
I see the moment it dawns on him, and two seconds later he pulls me back into his arms. “Oh, no, you don’t.” I try to stay strong but the moment his face finds my neck and he starts licking it and kissing it. I set off into a fit of giggles.
“Who was on the phone?” I ask him once I finally settle down.
“Jackson. I have to go into work today.”
“Shit,” I say, reaching over him to get his phone. “I have to call Lori.” I look down at his phone. A picture of Lori and me laughing is his home screen. “What’s the code?” I ask him. Entering the code, I find a picture of Mick and me on his wallpaper. It was taken by Lori when we went for ice cream.
“She’s gone out with Bella, Brenda, and Lilah, something about girl spa day. Jackson said Bella will drop her off at home when they are done.”
“Oh, okay, what time do you have to go in?”
“Now. We need to go over the toxicology report that came back from the hospital. Plus, the kid that was in a coma is awake.”
I kiss his chest right in the middle.
“I’ll make you coffee to go.” I turn to get out of the bed. Looking around, I see that my panties are destroyed. Picking them up in one hand, I show him. “Nice, very caveman of you. Now I have to go home with a skirt and no panties. Smart.”
He grabs my wrist, yanking me back in bed and covering me with his body. My legs open to him automatically. “If you go out without anything covering your pussy, I’m going to make sure you can’t sit for a week.” He presses his cock into my core, outside.
My body becomes alive. My nipples get tight, my pussy gets wet, and he hasn’t even touched me. “You have to go,” I tell him, but it’s too late, he has already slid inside me.
“Then I better make it good, and I better make it fast,” he tells me while pounding into me.
“And hard,” I pant out between thrusts. “Make it hard.” That is all I have to say as he fucks me harder, faster, and better than he did yesterday, and he does it so good my toes curl, and I come again and again and again.
We leave his house at the same time, him dressed for work and me wearing his basketball shorts that I had to tie on the side and his T-shirt. He kisses me on my lips then my cheek then my neck. “You sure you don’t want to stay here in my bed all day? I don’t mind if you pleasure yourself if you send me pictures.”
I laugh out, pushing him away from me. �
��Thanks for the offer, but I’ll be fine. I’m going to go home and start dinner. I have to work tomorrow, so it has to be an early night for me.”
“Okay, I’ll text you when I finish and I’m heading home.” He walks away, but I have a nagging feeling in my stomach.
“Which home?” I ask him before he unlocks his door.
“Wherever you sleep, that’s my home. So if you’re at your place that’s home. If you’re here this is home.” He winks at me, getting in, leaving me standing here with butterflies in my stomach and my heart soaring. I’m his home. The good thing is he’s my home.
I wave at him as he drives away and get into my car. Making my way home, I call Lori, but it goes straight to voice mail. I leave her a message to call me.
I go over a list of things to do in my head. By the time I finally get home, I have a plan in my mind. I unlock the door and walk in, dumping my purse on the couch. I then walk around the living room, dining room, and kitchen, opening the blinds. They have been shut for almost two days. I stop in the kitchen to open the back door as well and the window above the sink.
I turn around and yell at Trevor, who is standing right behind me, his face sad. His eyes look tired, almost like he hasn’t slept. “Oh my God, you scared me.” I put my hand on my chest to stop my heart from beating out.
“I knocked. I guess you didn’t hear me,” he says while coming into the kitchen. “I waited all night for you guys to come home. I was worried. No one answered my texts,” he says while advancing on me.
My mouth goes dry, and right before it looks like he is going to grab me the front door swings open.
“Mom, I’m home.”
I choose this time to walk past him.
She sees me walking in with Trevor following me. “Hey, I didn’t know we were hanging out today.” She looks at Trevor while taking off her shoes and sweater.
“I texted you, but you didn’t answer,” he says to her in a soft voice. “I was worried.”
She looks at him. “Oh, I’m sorry. My phone died yesterday, and I didn’t have my charger. But now you’re here. Want to continue watching 90 Day Fiancé?” she says, going to get the remote and turning the television on. He walks past me and throws himself down on the couch.
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