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Indya moans, saying things I can’t quite make out. Every now and again, she tenses but follows it with a moan, “You feel so good inside of me. More, Atlas, I want all of it.”
I push in more, keeping an eye on her face, and her pussy. Watching myself slide in and out of her is the hottest thing I have ever seen.
Each time I press a little harder, giving her a little more of me, she pauses, moans and begins to move her body in time with mine.
“I can’t hold back anymore, Indy. I am going to give you the rest all at once, you feel too good, and I want to fuck you, now,” I make sure our eyes are connected when I say this. I have been watching her closely, at any hint of pain, I will stop, blue balls or not, I will stop before I hurt her.
“Yeesss,” she says in a long, raspy moan. I adjust my weight, pressing my thumb to her clit, rubbing tight little circles, and slam the rest of the way in her. Indya screams at the intrusion, while I hold as still as possible, letting her little body adjust to my size. When she starts grinding her clit against my hand, I remove it so she can grind against my pelvis.
I begin moving, starting off with long, slow, strokes, building up to hard and fast, I look down to see us connected and harden further.
The sight before me, is one that will be imbedded in my brain, until way after the afterlife—her clit is swollen, her wetness is all over her thighs, covering her pussy, and the crease where her legs and hips meet. I look at the base of my cock, and realize she has completely soaked me, and I didn’t even realize it.
I tilt her hips again, this time grabbing hold, keeping her in that same position again. The head of my dick rubs her g-spot on every pass.
Her breathing gets faster, shallower, her eyes are closed, and head is thrown back, while I am lifting her bottom half into the air, pounding into her hard and fast.
“I want you to come, so give it to me, Indya. Give it all to me. NOW,” I yell, feeling her flutter and pulse around my cock is enough to make my eyes cross.
Indya screams as her pussy tightens around my cock like a vice. I can barely move, her quaking walls, her sounds, her, like a domino effect, I follow her over the edge. An animal like growl comes from my body, a sound I don’t think I have ever made, but I continue pounding, drawing out our pleasure as long as I can.
When I pull out of her, Indya winces, lying there next to each other catching our breath. When I feel as though I can function again, I grab her in my arms and carry her to the bathroom and sit her on the counter.
“What are you doing?” Indya asks.
“I am taking care of what is mine. You flinched when I pulled out, which means you are swollen and sore, so I will draw a bath, and we can soak. It will feel good, I promise,” I inform her.
I saw her pussy when I pulled out, even though she was gripping me so tight, trying to keep me seated inside her, her pussy lips, clit, and entrance were all swollen, red, luscious, looking like my favorite meal, but sore, nonetheless.
I start the water, making sure the temperature is not too hot or too cool, just warm enough to relax, and cool enough we won’t be sweating from sitting in here. I find some lavender bath oil on the counter and pour it into the running water.
Once the tub is filled, I pick her up from the counter and sit her down toward the front of the clawfoot tub.
“Scoot up a little, I am going to sit behind you, and hold you, until our bodies are all pruny-like,” I tell her. She moves forward and I climb in, each of my legs at her sides, I wrap my hand around her and pull her to me.
“There we are, so good. You feel so good in my arms. Technically you feel good everywhere, but there is something to be said about just sitting here, holding you, seeing your face in the after-sex haze. You truly are stunning, Indy,” I tell her, I am being honest, she really is stunning.
She hums, relaxing her body, her back to my front. As we are sitting in a comfortable silence, I begin to think of the things she told me earlier. How could no one notice a teenager, who is still a child, being sexually abused. I would think that she would have acted differently, when he was near her, or even her personality changing, making her more introverted and quieter.
I guess I don’t really have any knowledge to say what should or could have happened, or why or why not. She is such a joy to be around, I wonder if she has been to therapy. I know thatpeople who have had trauma in their lives usually go to therapy to help them through everything.
I’m not saying going to therapy will make you forget it ever happened, I just mean, just having a safe place and person to talk to could help someone deal with the emotions of carrying it around.
She speaks as if she really never had friends, aside from her foster siblings and Amara. My heart breaks for her younger self. To be seven years old, and your life change so drastically, unbelievable. She has to be one of the strongest women I know.
All I know, if I ever see that cock-sucking piece of shit anywhere near her or Haven, I am going to remove him from this planet. The prison sentence will be well worth seeing him get what he deserves. Baseball is no longer the most important thing in my life. I have two girls I need to protect, nothing or no one will get in my way.
After we have soaked for a while, we made love in the shower, at her request, then I led her back to the room I was staying in where I took her on the love seat, wall, dresser, bed, and window. We are both exhausted, yet satisfied. Well, not completely satisfied, I would take her again if she asked.
“Indy, you still awake?” I whisper. If she is asleep, I don’t want to wake up, but I have been thinking about this since she decided to come to the game and stay with me for three days.
The blackout curtains in my room block all the morning rays, I check the clock next to my bed and it shows 4:17 a.m. I’m sure if I open the heavy curtains the sunrise will just be beginning to crest.
“I really don’t think I can go again, Atlas. As much as I want to, I am really sore, a good sore, a delicious sore, but still sore,” she giggles, her voice heavy with sleep.
I shouldn’t have kept her up so late. I should have known better. She’s a mother, for fuck's sake! I need to start thinkinglike a parent too if I truly want to be a part of her and Haven’s lives. This isn’t just about me anymore; it’s about them, and I need to step up.
“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t get enough of you, but that isn’t why I asked if you were awake.” I take a deep breath, hoping she doesn’t turn me down. “I was wondering, if you, Haven, and Amara would like to go somewhere with me before the game in Minneapolis, before we part ways?”
