Page 71 of A Foster Fling
“Come on, baby. We’ve been together for how long, and this is what you do to me? It’s been over a year.”
The sound of light whimpers and moans draws me closer, but not close enough to get caught. Her dainty little hands are wrapped around his back and his hands are lost between her legs. The sight shouldn’t make my own pants feel so damn abrasive against my skin. My racing heart actually slows down to something steadier—a beat only known to myself, the woosh of the rushing of blood behind my ears drowning the sounds in front of me.
Her skirt is short enough for me to see peeks of her panties moved out of the way. But it’s the sight of his veins popping out of his forearms that catch my attention. Why? His bicep bulges every time he digs his fingers deeper into her. His back tenses every time she gyrates against him, and my breaths come out heavier from where I’m standing.
I’m lost in the moment with them without being there. But I am there, aren’t I? Her pussy is probably drenched down his fingers with how much she’s rubbing up against him like a cat in heat. His back flexes and I can see him struggling to not thrust himself against her as well. Images of his ass muscles flexing with each movement makes me feel something that drowns me in guilt and shame. My face feels flushed the longer I stare. It shouldn't draw me in like this. I’m feeling tingles between my legs and my cock is hard against the zipper of my pants.Fuck.My hand strays to the outside of my pants but it’s at this exact moment that the girl opens her eyes and my cock throbs to the point of almost blowing my load.
“Jaimie.Jaimie!” she calls to him.
“Fuck, what?”
He turns his head and I’m not fast enough to hide behind the bushes because I can hear him cuss. My legs lead me somewhere and I’m running like the fucking wind until I make it home and up the stairs to our bedroom.
When the hell did I ditch school? The clock on my nightstand states 2:00 pm—still at least an hour before school is actually over.
Quickly unbuttoning my jeans, my hands reach it to grab my cock—fuck! My cock. The more I stroke it, the more my mind becomes lost in the realm of desire and my mind goes back to his veined arms fucking her in the middle of daylight out in the open.
I’m warring within myself. I shouldn’t be this fucking turned on, but I am. My dick is hard as a rock and my hand isn't rough enough to give me what I need. I wish I had a pussy where I can just shove something inside and fill the empty ache I have right now.
But the only thing my hands can do is fist myself harder until the pain borders pleasure and suddenly I’m groaning out loud when my dick reaches its pinnacle of pleasure.
A sound makes me jump, and I see Melanie staring at me with her mouth open.
Chapter Three
Melanie
My friends told me, they said he stormed out of class in a ball of rage. The rumors flew fast and something inside of me said I had to check up on Jaiden. It’s not like him to skip classes no matter how brooding he is. Our parents will be pissed when they find out.
My feet led me home and I don’t understand it. But here I am, at my bedroom door, staring at my brother fisting his large cock, watching as his head is thrown back and coming all over his damn stomach.
My breaths are coming in pants, I’m stuck at the doorway, my eyes zoning in on the area that has been coated in his release. I've heard about it from my homegirls, I've seen it on porn, but there is something about seeing it in real life that makes it worlds apart. My pussy is throbbing, and the way Jaiden’s eyes are rolled back makesmewant to cum right then and there.
“Fuck!” he groans out.
I’m at a loss for words. When Jaiden’s eyes dilate and his eyes beckon me, I’m caught in his web. What the fuck is this, right now? What the hell is he doing to me?
“Princess.”
My reverie is broken as flashbacks bombard me like a damn punch to the face.
“Princess, shhhh.”
“No, daddy.”
“Shhh. Princess. You are so beautiful. Fuck, look at how my dick looks against you.”
“No!”
His hand clamps over my mouth as he keeps whispering things into my ear, calling me his beautiful dark princess.
A loud knock makes him jump off me and I run into my restroom and lock the door.
My heart beats out of my chest, and my mind’s eye takes me far away. I don’t know what the fuck is happening until I’m laying down on my back with something hot and wet between my legs. This is new, this feeling. My eyes close and my mind drifts to the realms of otherworldly dreams as I feel something wet probing against my pussy.
“You taste so fucking good.”
My legs widen at this new sensation and my mind is lost in realms I’ve never found myself in. Can dreams find themselves in the midst of nightmares? The way his tongue swirls around my folds makes me moan.How the hell did I find myself here?