Page 16 of Broken Promise
“If you want to have shower sex you need tohurry. We don’t want to be late. Shane will have an aneurism.”
Her naked ass sways as she walks across thehallway into the bathroom and a moment later the water turns on andthe shower door closes. I don’t have to be told twice and quicklyfollow her. Standing beneath the spray I can’t help but admire thewoman in front of me. Curves in all the right places and beautifultan skin.
Wrapping my hand around my cock, I strokethe length while she washes her hair, her breasts swaying gentlywith every movement she makes. When she finishes rinsing her hair,she watches me as I work my cock.
“What are you doing?” she asks as a flushspreads across her chest.
“Fulfilling a fantasy,” I reply. “I used tostand here and fuck my fist while imagining you joining me in theshower.”
She laughs happily and I smile. The momentis pure and simple, and I couldn’t ask for more.
“Does it live up to your fantasy?” sheasks.
“It’s better,” I reply honestly. “And Idon’t have to fuck my fist because now I can fuck you.”
Turning around she pushes her ass out andplaces her hands against the light blue tiles. “What are youwaiting for?”
“Goddamn, woman.” In an instant I have mycock lined up with her entrance. “This is going to be hard andfast. Tell me to stop if it hurts. I know you must besensitive.”
“Do it,” she implores, wriggling herass.
I thrust into her harshly and she moans likea fucking porn star, her insanely tight pussy gripping me like afucking vice. My hands hold onto her hips as her nails scramble forpurchase that isn’t there. I stroke into her in long fluid motionsuntil I feel her orgasm start to crest before I pull out.
“No!” she complains, glaring at me over hershoulder but I ignore her.
Closing the water, I lead her out of theshower to the counter where a large mirror hangs. I bend her overand place her hands on the reflective surface before pushing backinto her heat. I stare at her in the mirror, watching her titsshake with every thrust.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” I mumble, lifting herleft knee to place it on the counter. I change the angle of mythrust and fuck her harder. “I’ll never get enough of this, ofyou.”
“You’re an idiot,” she mumbles, and Ilaugh.
“You’re right. But what are you referring tothis time?”
“We could have been doing this for years,”she moans as her cunt contracts around my length.
“I’ll make up for it,” I say with a grin.“Pretty sure if I fuck you three times a day, every day, for therest of your life, I can get you to forgive me.”
“We’ll see.”
Her eyes roll back in her head and her legsshake as her orgasm washes over and drag me right along with it. Mycum leaves me in powerful jets and I lock my knees to keep us bothstanding. I know I should start wearing a condom, even if she is onthe pill because no birth control is foolproof, but I don’t wantto.
Thinking of her swollen with my kid doesthings to my insides. I’ve never even considered having kids andnow all I can think of is knocking her up over and over. I want tosuck on her milk-filled tits and rub my cum into the skin of herbig belly. It’s my newest fantasy and I swear I will make it cometrue. Maybe not today but eventually.
Chapter Eight
Karmen Jones
The funeral parlor is exactly the way Iremember it from all those years ago. It’s dark, dreary, anddepressing. All the chairs are covered in dirty pink velvetmaterial and the wall has an ugly embossed beige wallpaper.
Mr. Anderson is still the director of thefuneral home and greets us with a frown at the front door.
“The Blake brothers,” he says as we all stepinside. “I’m sorry for your loss. Your mother will be missed.”
Wesley’s grasp on my hand tightens. Hehasn’t grieved. I know because I’ve been with him the whole time.He won’t let me out of his sight for longer than five minutes. Myhand is clasped in his as they discuss the finer details of theirmother’s memorial service.
Every now and then I catch one of hisbrothers staring at our entwined hands with a frown and I can’thelp but smile. Things have happened fast, and I am sure they bothhave questions but that can wait until later.
They are discussing the music that will playduring the ceremony when Adam walks away. Giving Wesley’s hand asqueeze I pull away and follow him out. Sitting on the steps,Adam’s entire body shakes as the grief and pain overwhelm him.Silently, I sit beside him, pulling him into my side and offeringwhat little comfort I can give.