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Orion has a buried secret and a slowly spreading darkness that threatens to cons...
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I was planning on tailing Dr. Evil after I made sure the wife he didn't deserve was safe at home. But the bad Doctor isn't even in the state.
And the prospect of having Serena cumming on my face is far preferable than tailing someone I might brutally murder if given a single opportune moment.
Her lips are connected with my own, and it feels as if we're feeding each other parts of our soul, sharing ourselves so that we can become further entwined with each other. Serena is it for me, I've never wanted anyone else and I never will; I feel it in every breath I take in her presence. I've never felt like I fit in this world – a puzzle piece with jagged edges – but Serena makes me feel seen.
She pulls away from my lips too soon, but I'm not bothered because the look on her face tells me she's got something devious planned. "I was going to order an obscene amount of overpriced food for us on Andrew's dime, but I prefer where your head is at," her smile looks like a the calm before a storm, and I want to be swept away.
"The only name on your lips should be mine, Mommy." I whine, but there's sharp bite behind the words. "Besides, I'd rather eat you." I go in to kiss her again, but she grabs my hand instead. I pout like she took my candy, but she kisses my nose and pulls me toward the door.
"I want my pussy licked and this garage filthy. The only mess I want to roll around in is ours." I groan at her words, my dick pulsing at the thought of her slick coating my skin.
"Yes ma'am." I say, following her dutifully, exactly how I plan to follow her to the ends of the earth.
I can't help but watch her ass sway and bounce as she walks, and I bite my lip at the sight. Don't get me wrong I love every single part of Serena, from her head to her toes, she's fucking perfect for me. But the way she walks with the confidence of a queen and the grace of a ballerina, it makes me want to drop to my knees and beg her to be mine all over again, just like the night we met.
Even though she was resisting my every advance, I could see the war in her eyes, the want she was trying desperately (and failing) to hide. I remember the raw feeling of need I was struck with when I laid eyes on her, and that rush of emotion was so jarring it might as well have been giant flashing arrows pointing me toward her.
I would live that night over and over and over again.
"Did I tell you how amazing you look in that skirt, Mommy?" I groan as we start ascending the stairs, her hand still in mine, but now her ass is eye level. I'm mesmerized by her every movement.
She giggles like a school girl, and I smile. Since she's stopped fighting against the undeniable tether that ties us together, she's been smiling and giggling and laughing so much more. The knowledge that it's me making her feel this way has my head reeling, and if my love for Serena were a lake, every single smile adds a cup to the growing pool of water. I want to keep her laughing all day every day, I want to nurture this connection between us until that lake becomes an ocean. I will cherish this woman every day, I will make her feel loved beyond measure, and I will destroy anything that gets in my way of doing so.
