In the classic sixty-nine I delved into her pussy with my tongue reacquainting myself with her sweet taste. This was mine; the thought ran through me like a fire in the blood as I licked deep pulling her back hard on my tongue. Always I want to devour her, there’s never a time when I put my hands on her that this madness doesn’t consume me. It’s as if she sets something off inside of me, something that I could never find with anyone else. Could the heart survive years of this, this feeling of overwhelming joy? Sometimes I wondered how it was possible to feel so deeply at my age.
The intensity of my feelings for her sometimes scared the shit out of me. I wondered if there would ever be a day that I wake up and not love her, or want her with the same all consuming heat that I now felt? How had I been so lucky to find my forever out of the abyss of a downward spiral? When I thought of those things, when they crossed my mind fleetingly, I say a silent prayer that the day would never come when I lose this amazing love. I made up my mind that we would never become a statistic, one of those couples that fall hard when they’re young only to fall apart years later.
When I’d brought her off and was about ready to blow myself I got her attention and helped her turn around so she could sit on my cock and ride me. She loves that shit, loves being in control of her man if only for a little while and I love seeing the freedom as she enjoys having me inside her. I ran my hands down the sleek lines of her slender body, teasing the little chain that hung for the ring in her navel as she moved sensually over me. “Kiss me.” she bent her head to obey me, placing her lips across mine, feeding me her tongue as she playfully nipped my lip with her teeth.
With my hands grabbing her ass I helped her up and down as she fucked herself hard rubbing her swollen clit as my cock slammed up inside her over and over again. That scent was in the air again and I released her lips so that I could bite into her nipple. The squeezing around my cock told me she was close and I moved her faster over me as our hips pounded together and our hearts raced. “Sweet fuck Kadyn.” She went wild and came as I spilled into her emptying myself until we were both drained.
Chapter 24
“Damn bro you still breathing?”
“Shut up Joshua.” It wouldn’t be manly to admit that my cheeks were blazing at his teasing. I’d once been the one teasing him about hiding out in his room with his wife, now I knew what that shit felt like I didn’t blame him. “I’m happy for you bro.” he clapped my shoulder before dropping down in the chair next to mine. “I kept an eye on our guy for you while you were other wise occupied. He’s still trying to figure out what the fuck happened to his money but it’s gone with the wind. The trust is still proving to be tricky because there’re so many channels to go through but everything else has been transferred. You want to put it in an account for Kadyn or some shit?”
“Fuck no, she doesn’t need anything from him, we’re gonna set up a fund for abused women or women who’re trying to escape other assholes like him. I can’t think of anything better to do with it than that. He can keep his trust fund. By the time I’m through with him, money will be the least of his worries anyway. I need to find a way to get her to talk to her mom, it’s been too long since she was able to and it’s not right. She’s afraid to call her at work because they think that since she disappeared that he’s found a way to have ears on her there. She has her own real estate office so it would’ve been easy for him to get in there apparently or so they think.”
“That’s easy bro. Get her an iPhone and turn off location. It usually reverts to some place in Europe or some shit for some strange reason or this place in California.”
“For real? How the fuck you know that?”
“Dude! By the way have you given any thought to having her tagged?”
“Yeah I’m on it.” Josh had set me up with his guy and I was waiting to have the ring I’d bought her fitted with the little chip or whatever the fuck it was he used to tag her. The only thing left was convincing her to accept my ring but after the last few days I no longer worried about her saying no. Not that I would’ve given her that option seeing as how I had completely reverted back to a caveman.
After our little riff we’d spent the last few days attached at the hip. If we weren’t locked away in our room we were out doing something together or with the others. She wasn’t quite there yet but she was slowly but surely breaking her way out of her shell. She also had a mouth on her, at least when it came to giving me hell. With everyone else she was the sweet reserved little kitten, when it came to me it was a different story. I guess she’s trying out her claws on me, which is fine. It means she feels safe enough, or trust me enough to let herself go. Whatever the case it was refreshing to see the fire in her finally blazing free. She was becoming more and more of a teenager these days and I’m reminded of the phrase ‘be careful what you wish for’. She’s also spoilt as fuck but I guess that’s to be expected after denying herself for so long.
It’s like she wants to try everything at once and I have no problem making it happen for her.
I don’t watch her so much these days to make sure she’s fine as I do just for the pleasure of it. The more I do to ensure her safety the more I push her to do new things. And a free and relaxed Kadyn is the most beautiful creature I’ve ever known. I got her a bike so that we could go for rides together in the mornings, took her down to the stables to choose a horse to take lessons. I was on a mission to fill her life with as much joy as I could in the time before we had to go off to college and with each new adventure she grew more beautifully amazing in my eyes.
Everything about her is amazing in my biased opinion, a simple thing like the way she brushes her hair back when it gets in the way, or the way she tilts her head when she’s listening to me. She touches me more without provocation now; just little touches that always make my heart beat out of place. I know others can see the changes as well because dad would give me a secret smile and a clap on the shoulder whenever she’s around and her dad is more relaxed and very friendly to a guy who I’m sure he has to know is sleeping with his daughter.
I haven’t seen the ass that attacked her since that day but then again we don’t move in the same circles. I check her phone every once in a while to make sure he’s not trying to contact her because I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t tell me. The first time I did that she lit into me for going through her phone but I just passed mine to her without saying a word. I guess she got the message that she could go through my shit too if she wanted because she grumbled something about Carrie warning her and stormed out of the room. Whatever!
Very rarely do I see her go off into her head these days, at those times I know she’s remembering Bruno but I always find a way to take her mind off of it. I don’t pretend that it’s not her reality but neither do I let her dwell on it too much. And at night when we’re wrapped around each other, when she’s feeling safe and loved, I draw more and more of the poison out of her hoping that by doing that she can finally free herself from it.
“Look at this, looks like your little wild goose chase worked, he’s bought tickets to Russia. Are you fucking kidding me? This guy is fucking relentless.” My mind raced with ideas of how to use this new development. Obviously when he got there he’d realize she wasn’t there and never had been so then what? And how could I use the fact that he was willing to follow her out of the country even with a restraining order against him? “Did you make any progress with the laptop yet?”
“Almost there bro, just a few more levels to go, when’s he leaving the country?”
“In about a week and a half.” Actually watching this guy in action myself had brought home to me why she was so scared of him. The reality is that her living in such close proximity to him had been a danger, one that I only truly begun to understand after my nightly visits into his world. I’ve watched him listening in on her mom’s phone calls and reading her mail and was happy that I hadn’t let her in on what I was doing. That would only have worried her incessantly and fed her fear even more.
He also seemed to be tracking the woman’s emails and all her personal shit, which just boggled the mind. All the cops had to do was serve a warrant on this guy and they would’ve found a goldmine of shit to put him away for. Instead either through bureaucratic red tape or sheer laziness they’d let this guy walk. I had no doubt that had he been a down on his luck loser they would’ve hauled his ass in long ago; but because he was a supposedly upstanding member of society and had money he’d been overlooked. By the time I was finished I wanted the whole world to see him for what he is. I just needed to figure out how to do it without involving her because he was never laying eyes on her again. I hope that shit drives him out of his fucking mind.
“You’d think with his money disappearing he’d have more important things to do than getting on a plane hunting down a young girl who wants nothing to do with him.”