Page 92 of Serpent & Saviors

“Hands on the fucking mirror now,” he barked in my ear, feral. I sighed and did as he requested. His fingers flicked over my clit. “A good girl gets to come every time. And you, angel, are the best girl in the world. The sweetest girl, the tightest girl, my girl. Now stop worrying and come for me.”

He shoved two fingers deep into my mouth. “Suck like it’s my cock.”

My body immediately let go…and hard. I cried out, thankful it was muffled as I sucked on his fingers, imagining his cock instead. His thrusts increased, and soon he was letting go as well. He threw his head back and hissed loudly as his cum shot out and my pussy milked him dry.

Minutes passed as we both caught our breath. He went to remove his fingers, and I shook my head. “Do you need a minute more?”

I nodded and closed my eyes. The sucking motion soothed me in the strangest way. He pulled out of me, and I sighed, feeling empty. He dusted my neck with kisses, and I let go of his fingers.

He repositioned the thong and said, “No leaking.”

My eyes grew wide as I tried to clench my thighs together. He had to be joking. There was no way I was going to keep his cum from dripping out unless I was standing on my head. I wasn’t an aerialist either. He grinned at the look on my face.

He tucked his cock back inside his pants and handed me the dress I’d ripped off earlier. I stood in the black bra, thong, and thigh highs, frozen with my thighs so tightly pressed together it hurt. A small amount of him trickled out anyway, and I groaned.

Without thinking, I snaked my hand down and gathered his cum from my thighs. I brought my fingers to my lips and cleaned them. Throwing back his head, he chuckled loudly, and I smiled brightly.

“There’s entirely too much of you and gravity is a real thing, you know,” I said.

He took the dress back and helped me put it on. “Then I better get you to the car as quickly as I can so you can continue to clean me off you.”

He grabbed me, making me squeak in surprise, and strode toward the exit. Opening the door, he called out to Geraldine, who thankfully wasn’t anywhere in sight. “I’ll send in Marcus for the bags. You’re amazing as always, Geraldine.”

I relaxed in his arms and laid my head against his chest. He dusted the top of my head with little kisses. “Tell me, how tightly are you squeezing your pussy to keep my cum from leaking out?”

I immediately clenched my thighs together, but it was useless. More of him trickled out and soaked through the fabric of the black lace thong he’d made me try on.

“As hard as I squeezed your cock a few minutes ago, Sir. I’m sorry to say it’s not working.”

He had to set me down to open the car door, and when he did, his cum ran down both my thighs. Once we were both inside and Marcus was putting the bags in the trunk. I pulled the dress up and gathered more of him on my fingers. He watched with fascination as I brought my fingers to my lips.

“Mmm, you taste good, Sir.”

“I’m glad you think so. Did you enjoy our shopping?”

My skin glistened in the sunlight. “Yes, Sir. I liked it, a lot.”

The next day after breakfast, Andrew and I spent the day with Declan, doing the most normal thing a family could. It was perfect in every way, and everything I once feared would be forever out of reach for me became my new reality. The park was filled with laughter and racing around. The pizza was delicious, and the ice cream was a messy but sweet end to a wonderful day.

Chocolate cream still lingered on Declan’s face. He was dozing peacefully in Andrew’s arms, his fingers clutching his shirt. It was late when we stepped into the house.

“I can take him,” I whispered, my voice soft to avoid waking him.

“You could. But I’m enjoying this. Let me carry him to his room,” Andrew said, a small smile on his lips.

I nodded, feeling a rush of gratitude and affection. Maybe we’d be okay in the end. I know that being a father wasn’t something he ever planned, but here he was, showing up and trying. He’d been present all day, physically and mentally as he got to know his son better. The three of us walked quietly through the hallway, and my heart ached with hope.

We reached Declan’s room, and I smiled at the effort the family had gone to in making the space his. Two new Manchester United posters were hung prominently on the wall, signed, of course.

A new duvet that matched his old one was stretched across the bed. Fuzzy was lying in the middle, waiting for him. Declan stirred slightly. His face relaxed in a way that made me want to freeze this moment forever. He opened his eyes and blinked. Then a smile lit up his face.

“We’re home already?” he said sleepily.

“Yes, son.”

My heart flooded with warmth at how natural Andrew sounded. I wanted to tell him all the things I was feeling, but words alone wouldn’t do it justice.

“I’ll get him bathed and settled. Meet you in your room?” I asked, hoping my voice didn’t sound as desperate as I felt.