He grabs my head harshly, the muscles in his body bulging as he grunts hard, the sound of it almost like a threat. I pull my head back fast, getting ready for what’s about to come, and I mean that pretty literally.
He cums like a fountain, semen gushing out of him in an endless torrent. I open my mouth wide, allowing thick strands of it to fall straight on my tongue, coating it with that salty and manly flavor of his. I look straight into his eyes, enjoying his look of pure delight as his cock keeps twitching hard in his hand, his white juice splattering all over my face and tits.
With his teeth gritted, he keeps holding his cock while it gives its final spasms.
He takes a deep breath, finally taking his fingers out of his cock, but I don’t allow him any rest: I reach for his hand and, grabbing it, I pull him down. His eyes widen in surprise, but he joins me down on the floor all the same, kneeling in front of me.
Without giving him enough time to react, I lean into him and press my cum-coated lips against his. He doesn’t react at first; he doesn’t pull back, but he doesn’t reciprocate either, but then he starts warming up.
Slowly, he runs his tongue between my lips and forces them open. Cum drips down my chin, and I feel drops of it making their way down my neck and toward my tits. And that’s when Colt pushes his tongue inside my mouth, running it in fast circles and scooping up his own salty cum.
"I can’t believe we’re doing this," he whispers in a barely audible tone, and my mind almost explodes as I look at the way his lips move, thick drops of cum glistening there.
"You better start believing it," I whisper back at him, tangling my fingers in his hair and pulling him into me. I force him to take his mouth right between my tits and, not wasting a second, he climbs the curve of my right breast with his tongue and then wraps his lips around my aching nipple. When he moves from my right nipple to the left one, my eyes are already closed and I have my head thrown back.
A slight moan leaves my lips and Colt uses his tongue to lick my skin dry, carefully tracing the contour of my body until his mouth finds mine once more.
We kiss again, our lips gently brushing against one another as a pleasant warmness takes over my body.
"You’re insane, ‘sis."
"We’re insane," I correct him.
And, oh, it feels so good to be this insane.
Daniel
I’m in the office, sitting at my desk and trying to figure out how to get things moving with the business without folding. I have around six months before the IRS starts knocking on my door asking to collect taxes. I’m not even sure how to approach it with Karen and Colt anymore. I feel as if there’s pressure from all sides at the moment, and I'm getting mixed signals.
I’ve been getting up early and avoiding Karen like the plague. I should've never fucking slept with her. I felt alive for the first time in a long time, but as I got up the next day, I only felt guilty.
"Yes, Janice what’s up?" I ask my secretary as she buzzes my intercom.
"Mr. Morgan, I have the IRS calling me. This is the second time today that they’ve called," she says and pauses. I sigh. I can tell that the feds are circling. "We’ve also just gotten notice from the Carter Jeffries folks that they’re pulling their funds out."
Fuck. I just lost another client.
Janice hangs up before I can even reply. She’s fed up and she knows exactly what’s going on. This business is folding by the minute. Traders are leaving like water from a sieve. The office just seems emptier every day and to make matters worse, I have the IRS sniffing around.
I decide that I need to be a man. The type of person I used to be before Clara made me feel so small. I didn’t know how to tell Karen the truth. Marrying her mom was the worst mistake ever. She used me like some kind of trophy and then when she was done she dumped me like a piece of trash.
Honesty is the best policy in this case, and I’m just kidding myself to think otherwise. I need that money, otherwise there’s no point coming back here tomorrow. The business is going to fold or even worse I could end up in jail.
I send a message to both of them:
Daniel: Hi, Sorry about the other night. Can we meet up at eight at Mama Mia’s?
I sit with the phone in my hand, hoping that they’ll respond and tell me that they want to meet up. I think that it’s better to meet on neutral ground rather than meeting in the house. Maybe that was my first mistake. The house reminds both of them of their mothers. Karen was feeling vulnerable knowing that the last time she saw Clara was in that house. Before that, whenever Clara went missing, I would wake up in the morning, and a few of her things would be gone. A week or two later she would turn up at the house as if nothing happened.
This time was different; she left and made it clear that she wasn’t coming back in a hurry. The previous week, after the police had called and told me that they’d found her on the street trying to sell her body for tricks to get drugs, I knew that things were going to get worse. She couldn’t get her hands on the money because the State of California had declared her unfit. And honestly, the rules of the trust were simple. If she couldn’t stay clean, then the courts had to follow the will of the trust set up by her folks.
I thought being blocked from the banks would help Clara. I thought that it would get her on the mend. But when she started to try and find out other ways to get money, that’s when I knew that Clara cared about no one but herself. It didn’t seem to bother her that her only daughter could find her on the streets, looking to suck cock for coke.
It didn’t deter her that her husband had threatened to leave her if she didn’t clean up. That’s right. There was only so much I could fucking take.
If anything, the more I tried to help her, the worse she seemed to get. This was when I took my heart back. I couldn’t keep giving it to someone who didn’t deserve it.
Suddenly, my phone vibrates and I receive a message from both Colt and Karen. If I didn’t know any better, I would've thought that they were together.