Russell Knight is not your average geek. Sure, he may seem like the quiet, shy, and vulnerable guy in school. But there is far more to Russel than meets the eye.
At just 10 years old, Russell had already gone through the heartache of losing both of...
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: THIS BOOK CONTAINS SEXUAL SCENES; IF YOU ARE NOT OF EIGHTEEN YEARS OR OLDER OR ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THESE TYPES OF SCENES, PLEASE REFRAIN FROM READING THIS CHAPTER. THANK YOU FOR YOUR COOPERATION. HAVE A BEAUTIFUL DAY.
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Russell
Sam and I embarked on the long four-hour flight. When we finally got home, uncle Fred wasn't home yet. He was out getting some stuff and said he would be home in another hour and a half. Perfect time for me to give Sam a tour of our tiny house.
I showed her the house, leaving my room for last. There's just something about her that makes me go crazy. She's the perfect girl for me, but I don't know how to say that to her. I guess, in a way, I'm just afraid to be hurt again, though I know she won't hurt me.
I opened the door to my room and led her inside. My room was just as I left it. The small queen-size bed is placed in the right corner, with over-packed bookshelves and trophies in math, science, and history on top the bookshelves. My left wall is covered with certificates from school, along with pictures of my friends and me.
I was sure glad I had taken down all of Roxanne's pictures and thrown them away last year. That certainly would have been embarrassing for Sam to see. I had only saved a few pictures of me holding Roxanne's daughter, Kaitlyn. After all, I did become attached to that little girl.
"Wow, you really are a nerd. Bigger than me," she says jokingly, making me laugh. "Well... I can assure you that this nerd is good at many...many other things." I say as I hug her, making her blush.
"Oh, I know you are. You're good at many... Many things." she says, standing on her tiptoes and kissing my lips. God, this woman makes me lose myself. She drives me wild when she kisses me sensually.
I slowly grabbed her by the waist, pulling her against me. She let out a small moan as she felt pressed against me. I deepened the kiss, grabbing her butt and pulling her up. I can feel her legs wrap around my waist. I placed her on top of my best, making a shit load of stuff fall over.
She giggled as I struggled to take her coat off. "Russ, what about your uncle?" she says, making me smile.
"He'll be a while, don't worry." I finally get the damn thing off, and I quickly take off her shirt, taking my sweater and my shirt off as well.
I feel desperate, hungry for her as I begin to kiss her senseless. It doesn't take long for me to take her shirt and pants off, almost rip her panties as I slide inside her. "Oh, baby." I smile at the sound of her voice. She usually calls me by my name, but lately, when we sleep together, she's called me baby.
She feels heavenly, so tight, so wet, so perfect. Her soft moans that she always tries to suppress by biting her bottom lip make me come on edge, making me thrust deeper, faster, and harder inside of her.
My back begins to sting as she digs her nails on my back. "Oh, God, Baby," she says, making me smile. I love when she calls me baby. She usually calls me by my name, but the last few times we've slept together, she's called me baby.
Be it by mistake or on purpose; I love how it sounds on her lips. I part her legs wider, thrusting harder, feeling myself reach my peek. Her grip on me tightens, and she gasps, arching her back as she throws her head back. It's my cue that she's coming. I can feel her walls tightening around me, making me go faster and faster until I come.
I let out a grunt, pushing her butt against me, holding her in place as I begin to spill myself inside her.
I dig my head in her hair, trying to catch my breath as we are both left breathing heavily, enjoying our wave as we ride it down together.
I slowly pull my face up, cupping her cheeks and planting kisses on her lips. I can't help but not want to move. But if I stay here any longer, I know I'm going to get hard again, and the last I need is to have uncle Fred catch us in the middle of sex.
"Sam..." I whisper, wanting to say something truly important to her, but...
I can't.
"Hmm," she says as she is still trying to regain herself. I smile, kissing her again as I slowly pull out. I miss the feeling of being inside of her already. "There's a bathroom right through that door if you want to clean up. I'm sure uncle Fred should be here any time soon. How about some hot cocoa while we wait?" I say, making her smile.
"That sounds great. Thank you," she says, getting off the desk and grabbing her clothes off the floor.
I can't help but rub the back of my neck as she goes into the bathroom. I can't believe I can't tell her. I'm such a fucking coward.
"It smells good in here." I hear my uncle's voice as I pour the hot cocoa into a mug for Sam. "Hey, Uncle Fred," I say, smiling. He engulfs me in a big bear hug, patting my back. "There's, my boy. I missed you, kid. Now, where's my new daughter-in-law?" he says, making me choke on my drink as he calls for Sam.
He chuckles, nodding his head. "You ok there, bud?" he says, patting my back as I continue to cough. "Russell, are you ok?" Sam rushes to the kitchen when she hears me cough.
"Ah, hi," she says as she is startled to see my uncle in the kitchen. He chuckles as he continues to pat my back.
"Well, hello, there, little lady. You must be the beautiful Samantha Adams my boy, Russell, keeps talking to me about." her face turns red as my uncle pulls her into a big bear hug.
"Hi, nice to meet you, sir," she says shyly, looking between us. "Oh, please. Call me uncle Fred. Russ, son, you weren't lying when you said she was beautiful. Sam, you are a beautiful girl. I see why my son is so in love with you." my eyes widen, and I turn just to see that her eyes are just as wide and her mouth gawked openly.
She's left speechless, and I feel awkward in front of them, but I'm sure my face looks like a damn tomato. "Ah, hey, uncle Fred, I was wondering if the Christmas fair already started. I'd love to take Sam to see it." he smiles, looking between us.
"Well, as a matter of fact, it did. It started two days ago. How about I invite you two for a nice lunch to a new dinner nearby? We can go walking to the fair right after." he says, grabbing his baseball cap off the kitchen counter and placing it on his head.
"Sounds good to me," I say, looking at Sam, who is still looking baffled between the two. "Great. How about it, Sam? Are you up for some southern-style home-cooked meal?" Uncle Fred asks, making her look at him.
"Aw, y- yes, of course," she replies, giving him a big smile. Damn it, Uncle Fred. He's taking the words out of my mouth.
