Then I leaned back on the bed, jerked her up until she was straddling my face, and started to feast on her pussy.
Instantly, she was wet for me. So wet that she was practically pouring her essence into my mouth.
“Mmmm,” I growled against her lower lips.
I could feel my beard getting wet with her juices, and shook my chin to dig my tongue deep inside her.
“Oh, my God,” she breathed, her thighs clenching my head as I ate her.
Her hands went to my hair as she started to rock on my face, working herself into a rhythm that would quickly have her barreling towards her orgasm.
Before she could get too far, though, I quickly switched our positions, flipping her over onto her back and yanking her down the bed in one swift motion.
I jerkily yanked my cock out of my underwear, lined it up with her entrance, and thrust roughly inside of her.
I started to move, finding the fact that I was only standing on one leg the least of my worries as her pussy took me up to the hilt.
The way her sheath surrounded my dick was like fucking magic. Vagina magic that really had all the power in the world.
Something that could bring me to my knees easily if I let her. And boy did I.
“Foster,” she breathed, thrusting her hips up.
Not wanting her to have any leverage or control of the situation at all, I moved until only half of her back was on the bed, the rest of her being supported by my upper body alone.
Except then I found myself not having leverage myself, and fell backwards.
Blake let out a short scream as she fell from the bed with me, both of us landing on the floor in a heap.
My cock, however, was safe.
“Next time, don’t take that thing off when you plan to go all he-man on me, okay?” She asked, rolling me until she was straddling my hips.
I held the base of my cock and pointed it straight in the air, groaning incoherently when she sank down. Her pussy magic taking hold of me once more.
“Yes ma’am,” I managed to get out, urging her to move faster by placing both of my hands on her hips.
She giggled, but complied with my urging, riding me fast and hard.
The orgasm that I felt gathering in my balls earlier started to boil up my spine once again.
“Play with yourself,” I ordered her, watching as she did so.
Her hand went down, dipping down to touch the base of my cock as she moved up, gathering her juices.
Then she dragged those fingers up to her clit, and started making quick, frantic circles.
“Yes,” she said, throwing her head back.
I squeezed my eyes tightly shut, the muscles in my belly tensing when she started to contract around me.
Then she let out a strangled scream and ground her pussy down into me. Hard.
“Oh, Goddammit. Your pussy. Ugh,” I growled, jackknifing up until I was sitting up.
She laughed breathlessly as I started slamming her down onto me, breath leaving both of us in a rush as I finally came, cutting off both of our air supplies when I slammed my mouth down onto hers.
My come left my cock in a rush, spurting into her tight sheath so hard that I thought my spine had ripped out right along with it.
After our movements became less frantic, she raised her mouth from mine, and looked me in the eyes as she said, “See? Dumb.”
I leaned forward and nipped her lip with my teeth.
“Yeah, yeah,” I said, slapping her ass then squeezing it tightly. “I don’t see you complaining, though.”
She glared. “Yet. You don’t see me complaining, yet.”Chapter 27The most deadly mammal on the planet is a silent, smiling woman.
-Note to self
Blake
1 month later
“What is it?” I asked Foster with a smile.
He pushed the box closer to me until it touched the tips of my knees. “Just open it.”
I narrowed my eyes at him, looking around the living room with my family surrounding me, and smiled.
It was a genuine smile.
Not one of the fake ones I’d been trying to pass off as real ones.
Everything was finished.
The people who’d been involved with the shooting of my father were caught, and I was free to live my life.
Although it didn’t necessarily feel right still, because a day never passed that I didn’t want to tell my father something.
“Just open it. I promise you’ll like it,” he said in exasperation.
Grabbing the knife he was holding out to me, I split the tape open and slowly opened the box.
Whatever was in it was wrapped in hot pink tissue paper, making it impossible for me to see what it was.
Standing, I bent over the huge box and unwrapped the paper.
The first thing I saw was the Texas State Trooper emblem on the front of blue fabric.
Looking at Foster sharply, I reached inside the box and took out what looked to be a blanket.
But I caught the very edge of it, which enabled the fabric to unfold itself, revealing the beauty inside.
“Ohh,” I breathed, tears immediately stinging my eyes as I took it all in. “Oh, my God, Foster.”
Turning to him with tears in my eyes, I threw myself at him.
“It’s beautiful,” I declared loudly through my tears.
Foster’s mother took the fabric from my hands and held one end out to Miller.
“Here, dear. Hold this so she can see it.”
I turned as a sob caught in my throat. “Oh, Foster.”
It was a quilt of epic proportions.
King sized, most likely, and it was made of t-shirts. All of them my fathers.
Uniforms, his favorite shirts, even what looked to be pieces of his bullet proof vest.
“Oh,” I cried. “God, it’s so beautiful.”
I may have been a tad bit emotional, but it was the best present I’d ever received.
I walked forward, trailing my hand along the direct middle square.
It was my dad’s uniform. The one I saw him in every other day for the entirety of my life.
The patch above his heart declaring him a Texas State Trooper, was absolutely stunning.