sinfully delicious

Chapter 10

September-31-2014
Brooklyn- New York

Christopher brown

I rushed out of the closet, faster than I could comprehend. I don't know what beast had over come my being but it frightened me. I couldn't control my actions, the way she was yelling at me I lost it. Her innocence made her unbearably sexy, the fact that she was what you call a 'goody-two-shoes'. I loved it though. Every bit of her. My admiration is much deeper than lust. I can feel it, its something much deeper. Im afraid one day I wont be able to control it at all. Thats right I'm calling my 'love' for her an it. I didn't know how else to refer to it. Everywhere I went was just her. An obsession I guess you could call it. Wow, I make myself sound insane. Maybe I am. Just for her. The most fucked up thing I've done is call my wife, the supposed 'love of my life' her name. I was making love to her and pictured a 16 year old girl who has my attention at the moment.

Wrong.

In my mind i was making love to California, when in reality I was having sex with my wife. I was never into children, yes she is a child, but she has me wrapped around her little finger.

I felt a delicate tug on the back of my shirt. I stopped walking and turned around. In my view was California, with a sinister look of lust, gnawing on her lip seductively. I furrowed my brows, and almost moaned at the sight. Before I knew it she wrapped my red tie around her hand and with an uncanny force pulled me back into the storage room. She then slammed me against the door making it shut with a loud bang. I groaned and tilted my head back not daring to look down at the sex kitten that has attacked me.

With her hand still wrapped up in my tie i felt her tug me down to her level. She made me look into those deep brown eyes. I was lost, at how aggressive she was being. Who knew little California had it in her. "Mr. Brown...". She trailed off moaning. I bit my lip and let a slight moan escape. The way she said 'Mr. Brown' made me weak in the knees. She said it like I had so much authority over her, so much power. She brought our faces closer until our foreheads touched. I love being this close to her, I wish I could be closer. I felt her cool breath hit my lips and I lost it. Again.

California Carter

He attacked my lips with so much force. He rammed my back into the other side of the closet knocking over paper towels, making them plummet to the floor. His big soft lips moved against mine until he glided his tongue against my bottom lip asking for entrance into my mouth. Last time he didn't even bother to ask. I opened my mouth and breathed in his air making me moan. He groaned into my mouth sending a wave of wetness onto my panties. His tongue grinded against mine passionately. His fingers were stuck in my short wavy hair as he held my head back, to have full access to my mouth. His eyes were low, but not fully closed as were mine. My hands gripped the belt loops of his pants bringing his pelvis against mine. Our bodies were pressed together, as sweat started to form on his forehead. "God dammit". He grumbled and stuck his tongue in my mouth once more. He dragged the tip of his tongue against the roof of my mouth, which felt heavenly. He placed his wet lips on mine once again, and smashed our tongues together, as if they were in a wrestling match. He combed his fingers through the rest of my hair, and pulled away from the kiss. His eyes were red and low like he had been smoking weed. His face was dim do to lack of lighting, but he positioned mine to be directly in front of the source of light. Im sure i looked flattering. His large warm hands fell to my shoulders, as did his eyes. His mouth was open bottom lip poked out slightly. I looked down to see what he was doing. He gripped my shoulders slightly trailing them down to my chest. He bit his lip and rose his eyebrows looking up at me, then gave my breast a squeeze. I gasped a moan, jumping slightly from the foreign feeling. He chuckled that sweet but bitter chuckle of his. He lowered his hands reaching my waist. I decided to take action and wrap my arms around his neck, I forced his lips onto mine as we melted together once again. He sucked on my bottom lip, embedding his teeth into it and slowly pulling away. His warm big hands rubbed my sides as I caressed the little stubble he had growing on his face. He placed his forehead against mine, and gave me slow sensual kisses.

He looked deep into my eyes, licking his lips. Neither of us knew what to say so we just stayed quiet, admiring each other. He opened his mouth to say something, until the bell interrupted him. Well fuck.

My thumb rubbed over his jaw as he clenched it. He quickly gripped both my hands tightly and brought them to his mouth, kissing them. He placed them over my chest. I glanced down as his hands unlatched from around mine. My gaze traveled up, and the last thing i saw was the closet door closing.

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I touched my tingling lips, remembering the lingering kiss he left. That was amazing. I still couldn't believe it happened, but I'm happy it did. I smiled to my self reminiscing about his large hands and body pressed against mine. My grin soon faded as i remembered his family. That i wasn't apart of. Oh my god. What did i do?

Christopher brown

I felt a tingly sensation among my lips. My whole body felt heated and I'm sure i was sweating. I walked back to my classroom and was greeted with awaiting eyes. I was still trying to catch my breath and regain composure. "Are you okay Mr. Brown". I heard a small voice from the back of the room. I nodded not caring enough to look up, i attempted to write the best i could on the white board but i was shaking badly. The letters came out sloppy and miscombobbled. I didn't care enough to rewrite it so i just left the messy letters and sat down. I glared at the clock awaiting the bell for lunch.

I wanted to touch her again. I wanted to feel her body against mine. I wanted to be blunt with her, on how i could make her feel. I placed my head in my hands blowing air out of my mouth. This lil girl makes me so sexually frustrated. Just saying her name turns me on.

I searched the cafeteria for her beautiful petit face. But i couldn't spot her. I then remembered she doesn't eat with the other students. I dashed to the court yard, yet again i couldn't seem to find her. I could defiantly spot her face out of millions. Where could she be?

Giving up i returned to my classroom and waited for 5th period to start.

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I couldn't stop thinking about her my whole drive home. What was it? Why cant i forget her? Her tantalizing touch drives me insane. I think i already am insane. I pulled up to my suburban home and smiled. I entered and smelt the same vanilla candles i always bought.

"Baby! Your home".

I almost stopped breathing. Holy shit, i forgot her. "I missed you". She cheered jumping on me. I was frozen though. I couldn't believe what was happening. I felt as if the person clinging to me was a stranger and her touch was foreign. I smelt her strawberry kiwi shampoo and sighed. I remember her. My love, my whole fucking life. I wrapped my arms around her and nuzzled my head into her neck.

"I missed you too". My tone raspy and unbelievable. Im sure she wouldn't notice anyway. I stared at our family picture we took, before i started this teaching career. I don't know which i liked better. Now or then? This infatuation is becoming unhealthy. I furrowed my eye brows, still trying to wrap my head around how powerful this little girl is.

Did California really get me to forget my wife? My daughter? My family?

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Daddys so cute in the m/m

So what did you think about that closet fiasco?

What about Mr. Brown completely forgetting he even had a wife?

How do you think California feels?

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