Deeper by Mellie George

wish I’d been able to know her, and that
my life would sucked ten times less if she were here.”
    She
ran a hand under my shirt and across my abs, which clenched at her touch.
    “I
wish you’d had her in her life too, Kris. Things would have definitely been
easier for you.”
    “What
about you? You ever think about your dad?”
    “I
have no idea who he is, nor do I care. My mom told me that he knew she was
pregnant with me and didn’t give a shit. Oh well, his loss,” she replied,
shrugging her shoulders.
    “That’s
damn right. Anyone that chooses to miss out on knowing a beautiful, perfect
girl like you is a fucking idiot.”
    She
blinked her gorgeous blue eyes at me and sighed.
    “I’m
hardly perfect, Kris, but…thank you. When you say it I almost believe it.”
    “I
can’t see how you don’t believe it,” I said, tracing her bottom lip with my
thumb.
    Placing
her delicate hand on my scruffy cheek, she whispered, “I love you so much.”
    “I
love you too,” I answered before pulling her lips back to mine. She wrapped her
arms around my neck and kissed me back, whimpering as I gently nibbled on her
bottom lip.
    “Kris,”
she panted, “are you sure no one will catch us in here?”
    “I’m
positive. No one but me ever comes here. Not that I know of anyway,” I
answered, gently lifting the bottom of her shirt to bare her stomach.
    “Good,
because I want you so much and I don’t want any distractions. Not tonight,” she
whispered. She stepped back from my embrace and slowly lifted her shirt over
her head and tossed it next to the blanket.
    She
stood before me in nothing but her cut offs, a black bra, and her flip flops.
    “Should
I keep going or do you want to help me out?”
    I
grinned at her and closed the distance between us.
    “I’ll
always be glad to get help get you naked,” I answered, and she giggled. I
leaned in and kissed her neck as my fingers found the button on her shorts.
Slowly undoing them, I slid the zipper down and stood back to watch as they
fell to the floor.
    She
was devastatingly gorgeous in the candlelight and I was instantaneously
aroused. I stepped back to her and unclasped her bra and slid it off her
shoulders. It fell to the floor of the shed and when my eyes roamed down to her
bare chest, my cock twitched in my jeans.
    I
leaned my head down and gently sucked one of her perfect, pink nipples into my
mouth. She softly whimpered in pleasure as I rolled it with my tongue, the soft
bud hardening as I teased it. I moved to her other breast, giving it equal
attention. My fingers slid down to the waist of her panties and she gasped as I
slid my fingertips inside them, instantly finding her scorching heat already
soaked with desire. I rubbed her tiny, swollen clit with my finger and she
cried out, digging her fingers into my shoulders.
    “Kris,”
she moaned, “that feels so good.”
    “You
like when I touch you like this, don’t you?”
    “Yes,”
she breathed, her delicate fingers finding my belt buckle and quickly undoing
the clasp. She slid the button out of the hole on my jeans and pulled down the
zipper with a shaking hand. My hand never left her warmth as my pants fall down
to my ankles and I shook them off after kicking off my shoes.
    She
began tugging at my shirt and I reluctantly removed my hand from her panties. I
quickly pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside. She sighed
seductively as she stared at my bare chest before her eyes roamed down and
landed on my engorged cock that was tenting out from my boxers. She gasped and
I could’ve sworn I heard her choke back a growl that was trying to escape her
throat.
    “You’re
so beautiful,” she whispered, reaching out and rubbing my throbbing erection
through my shorts. She moved both hands to the top of my boxers and started to
push them down. I sucked in a gasp when she followed my shorts down and rested
on her knees before me.
    “Jess,”
I panted, my hard cock bobbing in front of her. I combed my