Page 93 of Mommy

You just need to be the best.

My heart stumbles at the thought, because… no way am I better than all the girls Derek could have. He’s tall and built, handsome and successful. He could have any girl he wants. He’d have the first pick of the litter. There’s no way I can make the top of that list.

I’m still determined to try my best, even if it leaves a slight sting in my chest.

Large hands wrap around mine, keeping my fingers from their task and Derek gently pulls them away.

“You are not the one who needs to apologize.” His voice is still a little muffled through the fabric, the growling lilt still audible.

“Wh—What?”

He doesn’t answer and instead, he pushes me backwards, guiding my body down onto the mattress.

“Relax.” The word is a whisper, not enough to make my body follow the command and I lay stiff as a board. I can’t help it, all my muscles lock up. I want nothing more than get up and get moving and prove to Derek that I am worth his time. That I’m just as good as the blonde girl from the gym. I want to prove it to myself.

Derek pushes his fingers into the waistband of my leggings, slowly pulling them down my legs and discarding them on the floor.

I’m left in nothing but my panties, and when I peer down my body I find Derek on the floor before the bed, kneeling.

One of his hands goes up, pushing the balaclava down, and I can finally see his face.

There’s a slight frown on his lips and guilt in the corner of his eyes.

Guilty… because he did sleep with her?

My mind screams at me to stop caring, and because there is nothing else I can do, I try my best.

When his lips ghost over the inside of my thigh, I let my hands ball into fists in the duvet underneath me and a moan makes its way over my lips when his breath finds my underwear.

“I’m sorry, baby.”

The words make me pant, need growing between my thighs where he is so close.

“Why?” I ask. Because I’d do anything just to have his lips move again, just for the chance of getting the tiniest bit of friction.

“Because I left, when I should’ve reassured you there is nothing you need to worry about.”

My breath comes in stutters, not enough air reaching my lungs as Derek’s fingers hook into my panties and drag them aside. His warm breath caresses me first, followed by his lips and I can’t help but moan.

“You don’t need to worry about Abigail. She is no one. And I never touched her.” He presses a kiss to my clit and I want to close my thighs. The sensation makes it impossible to breathe, and I feel like I will pass out from lack of oxygen. “I’ll only touch you. Because I like the way you squirm and shiver and gasp.”

My moans grow louder, more desperate.

I hiccup on an inhale when Derek gathers up my ass in his palms and he pulls me closer to the edge of the bed. My thighs end up over his shoulder, being spread by his wide frame.

“But—” she’s so beautiful.

I can’t bring myself to say the words out loud. To admit that I can see him want her and understand it.

“No buts, Mommy.” His lips are moving against my pussy, making me moan when his voice turns gravely, vibrating against me. “I’ll show you. Let me show you.”

And before my tongue can form another word, he is pushing one finger into me. His mouth presses to my cunt, and he’s sucking on my clit.

I hold my breath, unable to do anything but stare at the ceiling when pleasure washes over me.

His finger starts moving, pushing in and out of me. Fucking me. He adds another, his lips still wrapped around my clit.

Just when I think there is no way this can get any better his other hand comes up to my lower stomach, pressing down.