Page 30 of Abandoned on His Mountain

“One day, Dad was about to hit Stevie. All the anger, all the rage of those years came crushing down. I saw red then. It happened so fast. I shoved Stevie aside and landed a punch on my dad.”

She gasps, but squeezes my shoulders and caresses my cheek. So I continue. “That punch gave him a fucking aneurism. He… died. I killed him before he even hit the floor.”

“You were trying to protect your little brother,” Marin whispers.

I shake my head, a dark chuckle escapes from my lips. “Yeah, and I put him in a wheelchair instead.” I sigh, my chest aches with the pain that will never go away. Like she can feel my pain, she places her hand against my chest and rubs it away. “When I pushed Stevie aside, he tripped and fell down the stairs. Ended up with a spinal cord injury. I can’t lose my temper. I can’t.”

I expect her to look at me with disgust, but when our eyes meet, I see no disgust or fear. I see understanding and compassion. A weight leaves my shoulders. Like finally, fucking finally, I am not alone anymore.

She wraps her arms around me tight, keeping me close, and kisses my forehead with such love that it makes my eyes fucking well up with tears.

“Terrible things happen to good people.” Her whispered words feel like balms against a scar.

I bury my face into the warmth of her hair, her shoulder, her breasts. “I’m not a good person, Little Red.”

“You are, though,” she says, softly.

I want to believe her, but it’s not easy. I want to come clean about what happened in the alley and her grandfather but that’s beyond a buzz kill and I’m not ready. "Let’s agree to disagree,” I murmur.

She starts unbuttoning my shirt slowly and nods. “I can do that. For now.”

With every button she opens up, she places a kiss on my skin, causing a shiver to run through my body. I help her get rid of my shirt. She slides down from my lap, fumbling with my belt. Her dainty fingers keep brushing against my dick which is ready to burst out of my slacks. When she finally manages to unbuckle my belt and pull down the zipper, I let out a growl. She kneels down between my legs, looking at me with innocence and love in her eyes.

She tries to pull down my slacks, but fails. When she huffs with annoyance, I chuckle and lift myself up enough for her to do as she pleases. She pulls down my suit pants and boxers. My cock springs free, almost hitting her face. She giggles with that girly enthusiasm, making me fall for her even more.

But when she wraps her small hands around my thickness and leans down to lick the precum off of my dick, there’s nothing girly about her. She’s desire incarnate. A temptress.

“Fuck,” I breathe out when she moans with my cock between her pouty lips.

With her eyes locked on mine, she moves her lips on the line of my shaft and peppers my length with wet kisses, applying little suctions.

“Put it in your pretty mouth or I’m going to die,” I groan.

This girl. This beautiful angel will be the death of me.

With a smirk, she licks her lips and takes my head inside her mouth.

“Good girl. Now, suck,” I direct her. And she does. I watch as she tries to take more of me inside her mouth. Her eyes water, but she pushes until I feel her throat tighten around the head. She gags on me, but instead of letting me out of her mouth, she sucks harder and that’s it.

With a feral need, I pull her onto my lap and push the straps of that fucking red dress off her shoulders, baring her delicious tits. I bite the smooth skin of her breasts and suck the rosy nipples into my lips. She shrieks and then moans. With her wanton moans and whimpers, I’m one second away from bursting. I place her where I want and thrust into her warmth in one deep push. She holds onto me for dear life as I fuck her senseless. Around her, I’m losing all my control and considering the moans she lets out, she doesn’t mind.

She’s my other half. The rest of my soul I’ve been missing.

As her body clasps around me, she quivers and comes. Watching her come is the most erotic image I’ve ever seen. I slow down, trying to stay inside her as long as I can. A smile appears on her face when she finally catches her breath and she looks at me with adoration.

“This is heaven,” she whispers, and I can’t deny that statement.

“This is heaven,” I agree with her.

We rock into each other, chasing the pleasure in slow yet deep thrusts. As my orgasm rips through my body with earth-shattering power, she joins me with her own silent cry of pleasure.

“You’re a good man, Davis,” she tells me, resting her face into the crook of my neck. “And I don’t care if it takes the rest of our lives for me to prove it to you, but you are.”

The rest of our lives.Looking up into her eyes, the future gets crystal clear.

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Marin

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