Hansel 2(An Erotic Fairy Tale)(19)

I bear down and let her in, fighting to stay sane by telling myself that she has no idea. She doesn’t even know what she’s—

“Fuck.”

She sinks her finger in, and the muscles in my lower belly start to tremble.

“Leah…”

“Hold on,” she whispers. She leans down and takes my cock back in her mouth, but I can’t let her keep it there. I shift my hips, I shove my palm against her forehead; I don’t know how the fuck this happened, but I—

“OH FUCK! LEAH. FUCK!” I wrap my hand around her head and sink my fingertips into her scalp as my ass lifts off the bed. “Oh fuck, oh fuckkkkkkk!”

Her…finger…

“Shit!”

She sucks my cock deeper into her throat, and I see fucking stars. Her finger straightens out again, and the tip of it—

“FUCK! FUCK! LEAH—fuck me.”

I think I feel her throat shake with laughter, but there’s no way to know for sure. All my senses—all five plus that extra fucking one, the karmic intuition or whatever the fuck—are focused on her little fucking finger.

“What’s it…” What’s it DOING?

I gasp as she brushes something deep down in my ass that feels…fucking incredible.

All I can hear is my own panting as she pushes further into me, and pleasure, so intense it almost feels like pain, makes my dick and balls hard as a fucking rock.

I’m panting, groaning.

“Leah. Oh fuck. Leah.” I clutch her head with both my hands. “It…” feels so good.

“Oh God!

Her finger in my ass—I fucking hate it. But what she’s doing… Panting. Whatever the fuck she’s…Jesus… I don’t fucking know but—

She brushes a little harder against it and I swear to God, my body lights up like a fucking star.

“FUCK!”

The fucking pleasure keeps on…shooting through me. I grind into the bed. I push against her, unable to believe this feels this way.

I thrust my dick into her throat and…explode…in a tidal wave of violent. Fucking. Bliss.

Sometime when my brain turns ‘on’ again, I lift my eyes open. Leah’s perched in front of me, wearing nothing but the teddy, sitting with her hands on her knees. Her mouth tucks up into a little smile.

I smile back at her, and then I feel her lay beside me; a second later, she starts to stroke my arm.

“’S not the rules,” I murmur, curling over on my side.

These are not the rules that govern my lifestyle. I try to say that as I sink quickly into sleep.





CHAPTER NINE

Lucas

Eighteen Years Ago



I hold my report card up and smile for the camera. It’s a cheesy grin, even cheesier than the one I grinned for my third grade yearbook picture last week, but Shelly is behind the photographer, making silly faces and playing with this weird plastic chicken.

When the photographer is finished, it’s just me and her. We sit in the fold-out chairs in my school’s auditorium.

“You think someone will want me?” I ask her.

“How could they not? You look so nice today.” She ruffles my hair, and I can’t keep another cheesy grin from spreading across my face.

I hesitate a minute as we sit there, side by side. It’s quiet because it’s after school. In a minute, she will take me back to the Coles’ house, where I sleep in a little room that used to be a porch.

Finally I blow my breath out and work up my nerve. “You could still adopt me, you know. I’m not such a bad kid,” I joke.

“Not at all.” She rubs my hair. “But I’m not even finished with night school yet. I’m still a kid, like you.”

With my fingertip, I trace a heart on her back. “I think you would be a good Mom, Shelly.”



*



Fifteen Years Ago



I shift against the warm body beside me. I feel tired and sore. I crack my black eye open and see the blue curtain in front of me. I’m lying on my stomach, facing the emergency room curtain. As I come to, my back aches. I realize someone is definitely sitting beside me. I’m twelve now, almost thirteen, and I can tell when it’s someone good or bad. This is someone good. It’s probably Shelly. She’s going to be mad at me, just like at the police station last week.

“I’m sorry,” I mutter.

The asshole at my house this time likes to hit me, so I kicked him in the nuts. He smacked me with a crowbar, for being a “little shit.”

“I know you said I don’t need to get in any more trouble, or else no one will ever take me. I think I’m being removed from this house, right?”

I cut my eyes at her, careful not to move too much. I’ve got a broken rib and stitches in my back.