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  Marshall leans down, and when his lips find mine, I crush my mouth to his, kissing him with everything I have. He pulls his hips back, easing his swollen cock out of me, my lips clinging to him eagerly. He teases me like that, flexing his cock and letting me feel him pulse just inside of me, before suddenly, he rocks his hips forward, driving his length into me as I moan wildly into his lips.

  Both of his hands move to the headboard, his gorgeous, muscled body stretched out above me—rippling and coiling as he eases out and then thrusts right back in. We move slow at first, but it doesn’t take long before our bodies start to move faster and come crashing together harder. I whimper in pleasure, my hands trailing over his chest down to his hips, gripping him and pulling him into me again and again. His muscles ripple, arms clenched tight as he grips the headboard and fucks me, hard and deep. The lewd, wet sounds of his big cock plunging into my slippery, dripping wet pussy fill the room, making my head spin as my legs tighten around him, yanking him into me over and over.

  “Oh fuck, Mr. B!” I moan, loving the way saying “Mr. B” instead of Marshall just makes it feel so much filthier and so wrong. But it’s that wrongness that has my blood turning to fire in my veins and has the pleasure erupting through me as I gasp for more.

  “Fuck me!” I squeal, panting, throwing my head back as his big cock pounds into me. His thickness rubs over my clit with every thrust, and I can feel his heavy, swollen balls slap my ass as he groans, his eyes blazing into mine.

  “This what you wanted, baby girl? To get pinned to my bed and fucked like a bad girl? To get this tight little pussy properly screwed?”

  “Yes!” I gasp, moaning and whimpering as he plunges into me, claiming me and taking me as I writhe in pleasure under him.

  “After me, baby girl,” he growls. “There’s not a man or boy out there who’ll be able to fill and fuck this sweet little pussy like you want. Not like you need. After me, no other cock will satisfy you.” He leans down, growling as his gorgeous, fat cock plunges into me over and over, rutting into my wet and slick pussy and making me cry out in sweet agonizing pleasure.

  “After me, you’re going to be ruined for any other man,” he hisses into my lips as he drives into me, pinning me to the bed with his cock as I claw at his hips and yank him deeper with my legs. My lips brush his as I moan in delirious pleasure, my body arched and my nipples dragging over his chest.

  “So ruin me,” I gasp into his lips, panting as I feel myself start to tumble. “Because I don’t want an ‘after you.’” I crush my lips to his, kissing him deeply and moaning as my entire world starts to shatter.

  Marshall groans, his whole body tensing and clenching as he thrusts into me harder, and faster, our bodies crashing bruisingly hard together. I claw at his hips, my mouth against his arm as I muffle my cries of pleasure into his skin, my teeth biting into him as thrusts that gorgeous cock deeper and deeper, until everything begins to fall.

  “Marshall!”

  “Come for me, Kendall. Let me feel this little pussy come all over my fucking balls. Give me that orgasm, baby girl. Give me that sweet girl cum. Come for me, beautiful.”

  The burn grows hotter, the fire raging as we crash together again and again, until suddenly, it explodes. And when I come, it’s like white light exploding over the whole world. I come hard, crying out, my whole body arching and shuddering as my pussy grips his cock tight. Marshall groans, burying his face in my neck, one hand dropping to a fist next to me, the other gripping my ass hard and possessively as he fucks me with wild abandon—rutting and thrusting and roaring into my skin before suddenly, he pushes his thick cock so deep inside of me, and with a final roar, I can feel him let go.

  When I feel his hot cum spurting and splashing into me, I fall again, my body rippling and trembling as another orgasm rips through me. His cum jets into me, filling my wet little pussy over and over, until I can feel it dripping out of where we meet. His mouth crushes to mine, swallowing my moans and stealing my breath away as we slow to a gentle grind.

  My tongue swirls with his, my breath mingles with his, and our bodies writhe together as the aftershocks of my orgasms ripple through me.

  “Jesus, Kendall,” he groans, grinning as he drops his mouth to my neck to nibble and suck and tease me. “You’re gonna fucking kill me.”

  I giggle, wrapping my arms and legs tight around him as I pepper kisses up his neck to his ear.

  “You know what I think?” I whisper heatedly.

  “Hmm.”

  I bite my lip before my mouth moves to his ear, where I rake my teeth across his lobe. He clenches against me, a groan rumbling in his throat and his cock pulsing—still hard—inside of me.

  “I think we need to do that again.”

  Chapter 10

  Marshall

  I wake suddenly, blinking as I open my eyes to the early morning sun flooding into the bedroom. I glance at the clock on my bedside table and swear under my breath.

  Shit.

  As much as I could just stay in this bed for, well, forever with Kendall, there’s a real world out there. A real world as in Amy. I frown, turning to let my eyes wander over the sleeping angel curled up against me.

  …Shit.

  This would fuck with Amy on any level. I mean hell, we’ve been a team of two for her whole life. Even the times I did date, I never once brought a woman home, or even into Amy’s life. Her waking up this morning to see me strolling out of my bedroom with any woman would throw her for a loop. It being her best fucking friend? A girl her age and more than half mine?

  That would fuck anyone up.

  What’s worse is that it’s not just a fling. Hell no it isn’t. This isn’t me just having some fun with a pretty young thing or going through a midlife crisis and trying to validate myself by fucking an eighteen-year-old. If that were the case, quite honestly, I could’ve made that happen literally any time I desired with the resources I have.

  But I didn’t, because that’s not me. And this is not that.

  This is me connecting with someone like I haven’t in, well, ever. This is me breathing for the first time in forever. This is me losing myself in something wild, and crazy, and real.

  …This is me falling for Kendall.

  And I’m not sure if that would make this easier or ten thousand times worse for Amy if she finds out.

  I glance at the clock again and groan. Amy will still be asleep, I’m sure. But if she gets up and can’t find Kendall, she’s going to start looking. And when she can’t find her, she’s going to come knocking on my door. And that’ll be a fucking train wreck.

  I slide from the bed, yank on some sweats and a t-shirt, and turn to pick Kendall up. She’s still sleeping as I wrap her in a bedsheet, cradling her in my arms as I poke my head out of the bedroom and then make my way down the hall. I ease open the double doors from my wing to the rest of the house, listening for any sign of Amy being awake. But when all I hear is silence, I quickly make my way to Kendall’s room and shut the door quietly.

  I lay her down, pulling her covers up to tuck her in before I just stare at her as I sit on the edge of the bed.

  What the fuck am I doing?

  She’s more than half my age. Inappropriate doesn’t even cover it. It’s a fucking scandal is what it is. And what we’re doing is so goddamn wrong it almost makes me sick. Except, it doesn’t. Maybe part of me wants for it to sicken me, because that would make walking away from this thing an easy option. But I’m not sickened by it, I’m lost in it. Diving head first into it.

  I’m lost in her is what I am.

  The memories of last night come flooding back, making my skin tingle and my cock harden as they replay in my head. I remember the feel of her sinking onto me in that chair, of her giving her innocence to me. I replay pushing her against the shower wall and tasting her sweet little cunt. And then, of truly making her mine in my bed, thrusting between her thighs and kissing her fiercely as I claimed her utterly and completely.

  …As I came,
unprotected, deep inside her fertile young pussy.

  My jaw tightens as I shake my head. Goddamnit that was stupid. Here I am wondering just how badly it would fuck Amy up to know that I’m screwing her best friend, and I want to add a possible teen pregnancy to the mix?

  What in the fuck is wrong with me?

  I stand to leave, but just as I do, Kendall stirs in her sleep. She murmurs, licking her lips as she shifts on the bed, and when she rolls onto her front, the sheets slip away, and suddenly, I’m staring at her naked, gorgeous, utterly tempting body. Her tight, supple little ass is half raised from the bed; her knees slightly tucked under her. Pert, round, tight, and so fucking inviting.

  My cock swells, thickening and tenting my sweats, and instantly, I know there’s not a chance in hell that I’m leaving this room without tasting her one more time.

  I groan as I move onto the bed, crouching behind her. Her skin is warm to the touch, and she murmurs in her sleep as I slide my big hands over her tight little ass. I grab her cheeks, spreading her open for me and biting back the growl as my eyes land on her tempting, pink little slit and her tight little puckered asshole. I move in, and when my tongue slides through her lips, I groan at the sweet taste of her. My fingers tighten on her, and I grunt as I push my tongue deep into her honeyed little cunt. Kendall moans softly, squirming, and when my tongue swirls over her clit, suddenly she’s up with a gasp.

  “Marshall…”

  She coos my name, and instantly, she’s pushing back into me, wantonly grinding her little pussy against my tongue as I grip her tightly. I groan into her, teasing my tongue up and down her lips—sucking at her clit, pushing my tongue deep inside, and teasing higher to give her asshole a naughty little swirl.

  Kendall gasps, burying her moan into the sheets as she reaches back and slides her fingers into my hair. Fuck I love that she knows what she wants, even if I’m the first one to show her what she wants.

  She whimpers and moans into the sheets—covering her mouth but damn is she still being too loud, with Amy’s room right next door. I give her pussy one last teasing lick before I move up, ditching my t-shirt and sweats as I move behind her. I lean over her, my lips brushing her lips as I cup her jaw, all while teasing her pussy with the fat head of my cock.

  “Better be quiet, baby girl,” I hiss into her ear. Kendall moans, whimpering as I center my cock between her lips and start to push inside.

  “I—oh fuck,” she gasps. “I don’t know if I can—”

  My big hand slides to her mouth, covering it, and I feel her body shudder for me. She moans so deeply against my palm, pushing back against my cock as I sink inch after inch into her slick, velvety little pussy. The control is a fucking rush—covering her mouth while I sink my cock to the hilt inside of her, and I know it’s driving her wild too by the way she moans and pants against my hand, and by the way her already impossibly tight pussy clamps down on me like she’s trying to wring the cum from my balls.

  I hesitate for one second, just leaving a few inches of my cock inside of her, before suddenly, I drive all the way in. Kendall screams in pleasure again my hand, the sound muffled and so fucking hot as I grind my cock deep inside of her. I slide out, only to thrust right back in, my balls slapping her clit as I drive in to the hilt. Kendall goes wild, pushing back against me, her whole body trembling as she moans into my hand. I slide out and then back in, moving faster, growling as I fuck my tempting little tease with every single inch of my fat cock.

  Her honey drips down my balls and my thighs, her hungry pussy sucking me with every thrust and trying to hold me there as I slide back out. My hand grips her ass tight, spreading her wide, leaving finger-sized bruises on her ass as I rut into her, fucking her hard and deep and mercilessly.

  It takes everything I have not to moan myself, and even with my hand over her mouth, it feels like Kendall is so loud. I curl my middle finger against her soft, pouty lips, and she eagerly opens them to suck it inside. She moans, her lips tight around my finger with the rest of my hand still covering her mouth. She starts to suck on my finger, tonguing it as she moans and goes to pieces for me, thrusting back on my thick cock as I fuck her wildly.

  I groan, the sensation of her hot little mouth sucking my finger and her perfect little cunt rippling up and down my length almost too much to bear. I grind deep, my balls swelling as I plunge into her, and suddenly, I can feel her coming. She whines and moans loudly into my hand, sucking on my finger so hard as her pussy clamps down on my cock like hot, velvety vise. She thrashes, pushing back at me, her whole body trembling as the wave crashes over her.

  And I just keep going.

  My hand slides under her, teasing and rolling her clit as I start to thrust into her harder, and deeper. I lean over her, growling into her ear and nipping at her neck as she moans into my hand. I plunge into her harder, and faster, and as deep as I can go, just flat out fucking the hell out of her as the both of us hang on tight.

  The room blurs at the edges of my vision, until all I can see—all I know—is Kendall and I, and the place where we join. I roll her clit with my fingers, thrusting into her again and again and feeling her sticky slickness coating my thighs and my balls as I claim her with every single part of me.

  And suddenly, the explosion hits us both without warning, and we both go crashing over the edge. I bury my mouth in the back of her neck, groaning my release into her skin as I sink my cock to the hilt inside of her and let go.

  The first big spurt of cum splashes deep against her womb, before somehow, rational thinking takes over and I slide my cock free of her. My finger on her clit sends her over the edge, and she screams into my hand as the orgasm slams into her. I grunt, stroking my cock as rope after sticky white rope of my hot cum splashes against her ass, her pink, freshly-fucked pussy, and her thighs. Hot spurts of it splash over her, making her slick and glistening with my cum before the both of us collapse onto the bed.

  Panting, we both roll into each other, my arms circling her as I pull her tight to me.

  “Holy fuck,” she moans quietly, trembling. “And good morning to you too,” she grins.

  I grin right back, leaning in and kissing her slowly.

  “We should talk about Amy.”

  Her words catch me off guard, and my brow goes up. Kendall’s lips twist.

  “It’s just… I don’t know. I don’t know how she’d….” She makes a face. “You know what I’m saying?”

  “I know exactly what you’re saying.”

  She smiles wryly. “So, we’re both okay with not telling her? You know, just a secret? For now at least?”

  I grin as I lean in to kiss her.

  “Done. You can be my dirty little secret.”

  She purrs, a flash of heat teasing in her eyes as she looks at me coyly.

  “I guess that makes me your dirty little secret.”

  She leans in, kissing me softly and then a little deeper, sucking at my tongue and running hers across my lip.

  “And you can be mine,” she whispers heatedly.

  I kiss her slow and deep, trying not to think about what time it is, or that I know I need to get out of her room, and fast.

  “What are you doing later?” I purr into her ear, my fingers tracing over her breast.

  Kendall smiles coyly as she turns into me, biting her lip as her finger swirls over my skin.

  “You.”

  Chapter 11

  Marshall

  I watch from the window later as Amy’s car pulls out of the long drive, Kendall’s long blonde hair streaming out the passenger window in the summer breeze. A smile spreads over my face before I shake my head.

  Fuck.

  I knew I was; I just wasn’t ready to go there yet in my head. But the simple, undeniable truth is right there in front of my damn face: that I’m falling for Kendall.

  I know how wrong it is, or how fucked up it sounds to say you’re falling in love with a girl less than half your age. But fuck it. It is what it is, and it can’t be hel
ped. I’m falling head over heels for her, and I’ll be damned if I ignore that, or say no to it. Not when I’ve spent a lifetime searching for something even half as powerful as what I feel for her.

  I sip my morning coffee and try to get a little work done, brooding over this whole thing before I hop in a shower. The Amy factor is, well, it’s a big factor. It’s a huge part of this, actually. I play through various scenarios in my head—how I’d tell her, how I’d do everything in my power to make it easy for her to digest. How I’d remind her how much I love her, and that she’s still my entire universe.

  …How I’d try and tell her that I’m not a pervert or something, and that sometimes you can’t help who you fall for.

  Some of the scenarios in my head end in the worst way possible—tears, anger, feelings of betrayal. Me having to choose between my daughter and the woman I love. And in those endings, I draw a blank, because I honestly don’t know how I could ever make that choice. Others end less terribly, but I’m still struggling to walk myself through a way of telling her that ends well.

  A few hours later, my work totally ignored, my phone rings.

  It’s Javier.

  “Javier, hey.”

  “Marshall,” he growls in that smooth, deep, slightly accented voice of his.

  My brow perks at his tone. “What’s going on?”

  “I’ve got some answers for you.”

  I grin, pouring some more coffee into my mug.

  “That’s great to hear—”

  “You might wanna sit down, Marshall.”

  Something cold washes over me, and my brow furrows as my jaw tightens.

  “Tell me.”

  Javier clears his throat. “I did some digging, man. I was subtle, but I poked around, called in some favors, and then just started snooping, looking into what you asked me to look into about the girl from the auction the other night.”