Chapter 7 #2
Me. I’m making him moan and swallow and lust.
“You’ll remember tonight, won’t you?” he asks, his head tilting to the side as he starts to thrust his hips now.
I reach down as I nod, sliding my fingers over my pussy, starting to writhe as more milk spills on my round belly.
“You’d better. I’ve fucking ruined you for other men now, Cindy Lou.
You’ll only ever want big Grinch cock from now on. ”
I nod. “Please.”
“Please, what?”
I stare at the crazy, tinted length of his phallus as a tugging want curls its claws into my belly. “Please, Mr. Grinch… I want my Christmas gift.”
“Oh, I bet you do.” His hand moves faster. “And you’re going to show me how much you enjoy it. You’re going to swallow every last drop.”
With that, he pumps harder, faster, his fist a blur. Then, one more time, his body turns rigid, his mouth twists, and the first jet launches into the air over me.
Strings of cum land on my stomach, on my tits.
A drip hits my chin, and I moan as I work my clit until my own climax bursts to life inside me.
He leans forward, using his hard-on to mix cum and milk, then shifts so that his cock is in my face.
I open, and he slides inside, the head still swelling, hot and red and covered in cum and milk.
“Suck, Cindy Lou,” he whispers. “Enjoy your Christmas pacifier.”
He pulls his cock out of my mouth just as I start to suck, wipes the head over my lips, over my face, covering my cheeks and stickying-up my hair.
We’re both panting, staring at each other in the heart-pounding silence. I reach out, and he meets my hand in the air, lacing our fingers together in a connection that I can no longer deny.
“Good girl,” he breathes, his fingers squeezing mine as I smile so big, my cheeks start to ache.
Then there’s a knock at the door.
“Anyone in there?” Comes a deep male voice from the front of the house.
I open my mouth to answer, wondering whether to shout for help. Grinch shakes his head, and the implication is clear: Don’t you dare.
“I’m here,” I call back as Grinch pins me with his eyes, our hands still connected between us, my body covered in cum and milk and sweat.
“Ah, good, thought you’d be in bed. This is Deputy McMaster.
Storm’s brought a tree down on the road out here.
Power might go out before it’s fixed, and, well, your mother and stepfather told me you were up here alone.
They’ve been trying to message you and call, but you’ve not responded.
Colbert sent me out to make sure you were okay. ”
“I’m fine,” I shout back, thinking of what privilege and money can buy. Like sending a deputy sheriff out in the middle of the night on Christmas. “Just having a quiet night.”
There’s a moment’s silence as the Grinch half turns toward the door, listening.
My attacker’s cock is still at half-mast, and for a split second, I’m frozen.
Do I scream? If I don’t, will I ever get away?
Do I want to?
In that second of distraction, I dart my hand upward, sink my nails into the rubber covering his cheek, and tear the mask away, sticky glue peeling in strings from his flesh.
“All right then,” the sheriff shouts through the door. “I’ll be back out here in the morning to check how you’re doing. Colbert made me promise I’d put eyes on you, though. Can you just open the door so I can tell him I saw you, and you’re okay?”
I smile up at my stepbrother who is looking down at me like we just scratched off the winning price on a Lotto ticket.
“No deal!” We shout back in unison our eyes locked together.
I stare into the face of the man I never should have loved, breaking into a smile that makes my cheeks ache.
Our sick, twisted fantasies have come to life as a Christmas miracle.
He’s out. He’s here. He understands me like no one has before.
“Someone in there with you?” The deputy knocks again. “Sadie—?”
“I’m not decent, deputy. I’m fine, though. I’ll call my stepfather and Mom, and I’ll tell them we had a nice chat and shared a cookie—”
Cutter narrows his eyes at me, landing a small smack between my legs.
The deputy mutters something unintelligible, and I’m pretty sure he knows what’s going on in here. But I’m over eighteen, I don’t need a babysitter, and there’s nothing illegal about getting your filthy Christmas cheer on.
If he wants to tattle on me, so be it. Cutter and I are done hiding.
“That…” I say, breathing hard as I look down at my soaked, sticky, sex-messed and marked pregnant body as the sound of the deputy’s truck pulling down the driveway makes me sigh with relief. “That was amazing.”
Cutter grabs the mask from my hand and flings it behind him, shifts back down my body, leans forward, and takes a long lick from my pussy upward, through the mix of milk and cum, between my breasts as they hang heavy and battered.
He kisses my lips, letting the flavor of us both mingle in our warm breaths as he stares into my eyes.
“How did you come up with all that rhyming?”
“I had a lotta time to plan, baby.”
“And the green cock?”
He snorts a laugh. “Food coloring.”
“So hot,” I say, reaching out to stroke a finger gently down his softening shaft. It’s still green, but also pink and warm and I crave it like a drug. “It was like being inside a dirty Dr. Seuss porno. You read the last chapter downstairs before you came to my room. The part about fisting.”
“Of course I did. Did I give you the Christmas you dreamed of, Cindy Lou? My little Grinch-slut sister?”
I nod. “Everything. I love you. I knew you were out the second I saw that creepy guy standing on the corner in a Grinch mask. I barely made it through dinner. You shaved the beard though. I liked it. My bearded cowboy.” I pout.
“Yeah, had to go, the mask and the beard were fighting for position. I’ll grow it back for you baby.
I love you too. No way I could have let you know I was getting out.
They don’t tell us exact times or days when we’re being released.
It all worked out perfectly. But, fucking Colbert has connections, they let him know I was getting my free ride to the bus station and put me on the phone with him.
He told me to meet him at the club, mentioned y’all were having lunch, and that he and your mom and Isabel were leaving, you were staying.
I was pretty sure you’d be pulling around the corner in town soon enough.
Figured I’d give you a heads-up that Christmas Eve was coming soon, as they say.
I just wanted to make my coming home special.
Emphasis on the coming part. Now, let’s go get my dirty cum-covered girl cleaned up. How’s our baby?”
“Sleeping, I think,” I tell him, stroking my womb where our child is growing as he tucks his hand under my shoulders, then the other behind my knees, and lifts me, curling his arms so I’m tucked solidly against his torso.
The result of one of the many hot AF prison conjugal visits that Cutter bribed the guards to allow.
He carries me up the stairs and settles me into the velvet and leather chair in the enormous bathroom attached to my room, while he fills the bathtub, adding bubbles before he laces his fingers in mine, lowering me into the water before climbing in behind me.
I lean my head against his chest, enjoying the warmth.
“Hated not wearing my hat though,” he grouses as he finger-brushes my hair. “A cowboy feels naked without his hat.”
I giggle. “Where’d you leave it?”
“It’s hanging on the hook by the garage entrance, along with your Christmas presents.”
Cutter’s mom named him after her champion cutting horse. From what I’ve learned, she was a wild child. Beautiful and free and independent. She and my stepfather were a one-night thing, by her choosing.
I think he hated Cutter because he reminded him of something he couldn’t have. Someone who didn’t buckle when he made demands. Didn’t care that he had money and could make her life better. At least, that’s what Colbert thought.
She always told him, you’re born a cowboy, you’ll die a cowboy. Stand up for yourself and for others who can’t do the same. Tell the truth. Listen more than you talk, and when you find love, grab it and ride it like a rodeo bull with his balls on fire.
I smile. I wish I could have known her. But when I look at Cutter, I know in a way, I do.
He went to prison because he remembered the lessons she taught him. And I know, deep down, that if he’d had a better lawyer, one who believed he did what was right and wasn’t just a vigilante thug, the judge would have seen what I do.
A good man. One who protects those who can’t protect themselves.
That’s why I want to go into law, to defend the rights of those who do the right thing, and make the courts see it.
I turn, sloshing the warm water around us. “Christmas presents? How did you have time or money to get me presents between leaving the prison and getting here?”
He sighs. “You don’t think you can get things in prison? There’s an entire commerce system at work behind those walls. I’ve got lots of moves going on, baby. I wasn’t going to be spit back out of that hellhole without a life set up for my family.”
“What do you mean?” I do a half turn, leaning into the hard plane of his chest as he runs his hand up and down the slick bubbles on my back.
“You’ll see. I likely won’t ever be your evangelical dream, baby, you know that.
But I had lots of time to learn shit inside.
You can buy anything in there. All it takes is a laptop and Wi-Fi and the world is my oyster.
Our oyster now, baby. I’m what they call an Inside Crypto Bro.
Two commas in my offshore account. It’s green pastures for our family from here on out.
I’ll always do what is necessary to put food in my baby girl and baby boy’s belly. ”
I smack his chest. “Why do you think it’s a boy?” My belly rests on the top of his leg, which is submerged in the water.
“Because…” He rests his chin on the top of my head. “When I was all the way up inside your pussy, he reached out and shook my hand. Introduced himself. Buck Houser, nice to meet you.”
“You’re crazy.”
“True. Probably born that way, but once you started sending me those letters with those little pink hearts and telling me all your secrets? You pushed me right over the edge, Cindy Lou.”
“They’re going to hate us.” My voice drops, a somber feeling dimming moment.
“They won’t hate us. They’ll be righteous mad, they’ll try to tell us we’re sinners, and we can’t be together.
But as shitty a father as he was to me, you’ve told me he treated you well and treats Isabel well.
I respect him for taking care of what’s mine while I was gone.
Time will heal it all, baby. Until it does, you just keep growing that baby of ours, and I’ll take care of everything else. ”
“And school?”
“I told you, you finish school, I’ll be cheering you on every second of the way. I’ll do dad duty so you can go to class, study, do whatever. Stop worrying, I’m here, I’m ready to carry the load—”
“Yeah, you deliver it as well.” I chuckle as he reaches under the water and grabs my ass.
“I do enjoy the delivery. I’m gonna get in that ass next and blow another one before you can say Jack Frost.”
I furrow my brow. This man has taken over my soul.
From the first letter I wrote him, pouring into it all the sorrow I felt for how they treated him after I read about what he actually did.
Saving that ten-year-old from a sexual predator that day in the back of a barn where he was training some rich guy’s cutting horse.
I wanted him to know, he did what was right, and I thought he was a hero, not a criminal.
From there, the letters turned to phone calls. Then, when I turned eighteen, things changed.
I went to visit, and when we came face to face, I think in that instant we both knew. We weren’t going to be brother and sister. Or we were going to be more than brother and sister. No matter the odds stacked against us.