Seventeen
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Get your life together. Build a new one. Don’t be a bastard.
Thatcher
I finished my cigarette as I watched Clark Jewel walk out of the soup kitchen where he volunteered most nights. He was thinner, aged about ten years in less than two months, his thin hair now leaving a bald spot on his head, and his shoulders slumped forward. Whereas his ex-wife was looking more like Capri’s sister than her mother and loving life. The call I’d gotten from her today that said she was ready to end the revenge had surprised me. Seems she no longer hated him and wanted to move on with her life, not having the weight of his current situation on her shoulders. He had already ruined the life he had built. She thought that was punishment enough for him.
I disagreed, but this was her revenge. Not mine.
“Clark,” I called out his name, not moving from where I stood leaning against my truck.
His entire body tensed as his head swung in my direction. Maelee hadn’t gone to prison like I had threatened. I’d had them drop the false charges and let her go forty-eight hours later. She’d found out that Clark was broke and left him.
He began walking toward me as if he were headed to the fucking gallows. I started to reach for another cigarette and stopped myself. Capri had mentioned her fear about my lungs, and I was doing my best to cut back every day. Only for her would I even try.
“What can I do for you, Thatcher?” he asked, his voice holding none of the authoritative vibrato it once had. He was a broken man. I’d taken it all from him.
“Just came to set you free,” I replied.
His eyebrows drew together. “What do you mean?”
“Your penance is over. You’re free to live your life however you choose. Granted that you keep your distance from both Capri and Charlene. If they ever want to see or talk to you, they’ll let you know. Otherwise, they are off-limits. Thirty-mile radius distance from Capri and don’t step foot in Florida.”
“Florida?” he asked, still appearing completely dumbstruck.
“Your ex-wife lives in Florida now. She’s happy. I want it to stay that way.”
He blinked. “She moved? What about the house?”
“Sold it. Donated all your shit in it.” I enjoyed seeing his face when I told him that.
I shoved off from the truck then went to open the truck door.
“What do I do now?” he asked.
I shrugged, then spared him one backward glance. “I don’t know, Clark. Get your life together. Build a new one. Don’t be a bastard.”
“What about the thing you stuck up my nose?”
I chuckled. “That stays. I said you were free, not that I wouldn’t keep tabs on you.” Then I climbed inside and closed the door behind me. For Capri’s sake, I hope he found the man he had once been. She worried about him, although she would never say anything.
I watched through the window as my little doll stepped out of the bathtub, droplets of water rolling down her perfect creamy skin. Bubbles still clung to her as she walked over to pick up her towel. I stroked my cock, watching her bend over, sticking her ass in the air. The pink tint to her bottom telling me how hot the water temperature had been. I stepped closer, remaining in the shadows so that I could get a clear view of her pussy lips.
My dick jerked in my grasp thinking about that tight hole on her tiny body. She stood back up and unclasped her hair, letting it cascade down her back in golden waves. I imagined grabbing it in my fist and holding it tight while I slid my cock down her throat. Tears leaking at the corner of her eyes as she stared up at me.
Capri put the towel in the hamper, then placed her hands on the counter before jumping a little to sit on the cold marble. Slowly, she lifted a foot and put her heel on the edge, then the other, until her legs were open wide enough for me to see everything. I had to stop pumping and take a deep breath.
Her dainty hand with bubblegum pink nails moved down between her legs until her middle finger slid over her clit, then between the folds of her pussy. I watched her head fall back onto the mirror behind her as she played with her wet cunt. My fist tightened its grip on my erection, and I squeezed before I began jerking it. My breathing heavy, the sound of the night the only other thing around me. One finger slid into her entrance, then another. Her hips lifted, and she bucked against her hand several times before taking her fingers out and lifting them to her mouth. She licked them, her eyes now looking at me.
I knew she couldn’t see me in the darkness, but she was well aware I was here. This show was for me, after all. My naughty little doll teasing me. “That’s it, lick that sweet pussy juice,” I encouraged her.
She sucked then began to play with her clit causing her mouth to fall open and her eyes to close. The tightening in my balls warned me I was close. The thought of burying my cock deep inside her and unloading was teasing me. I knew how perfect that felt. Leaning forward slightly, she spit, and the saliva hit just below her belly button, then eased down until it seeped into her pussy. I could hear her moan, and her body began to tremble.
“Squirt for me, little doll. Let me see it,” I murmured, my own breathing ragged.
My hand began to pump faster as her mouth fell open and her body arched. The spray of her release shot out as she cried.
“Fuuuck!” I groaned as I watched her, my come hitting my stomach and forearm. “Goddamn, baby.”
A slow smile curled her lips as she let her legs drop and sat up. Then she held out her hand in my direction and curled her finger for me to come inside before slipping off the counter and walking into our bedroom. Leaving me with the view of her naked ass.
Someone was about to get a spanking.