45. Reese
Stepping into my childhood home is like a bad dream. Nothing has changed from when I walked out of here three years ago. It’s like a time machine taking me back to a place I don’t want to be in. There are still holes in the walls from where my dad punched through. I can picture him sitting in the nasty old chair in the living room that still probably smells like BO and beer. See Mom crying on the steps.
I popped into the Lewises’ quick enough to help Winnie get her bags to her room and eat a plate of Mrs. Lewis’s tater tot casserole, a midwestern classic. Their house smells like vanilla and warm food and is decorated to the nines for Christmas.
My house—or my mom’s—smells like stale bread, and there’s not a single sign of the up-and-coming holiday.
I don’t blame my mom. Not really. She was abused for years, leaving a shell of the woman she once was. The woman I only caught small glimpses of over the years, but it doesn’t mean it’s not disappointing.
Winnie was going to lie down, tired from the trip, even though she slept most of the way. While she does that, I dig around for cleaning supplies. There’s a thick layer of dust on everything, and I’m not sure the last time the fridge has been gone through. It’s no way for anyone to live, especially my mom.
Two hours go by before I even realize what time it is. I’m blasting music, so I don’t hear anyone knock on the door or walk up the steps.
I jump when I spot Winnie leaning against the bathroom door, watching me scrub the tub.
“Holy fuck, Win.”
“You look so sexy cleaning.”
I lift an eyebrow. “Yeah?” I make a show of dragging the sponge over the tub edge. “You like this?”
“Mm-hmm, really gets me going.”
I can’t tell if she’s joking, but it’s not like I’m going to wait around and find out. I stand and rip the gloves from my hands, and Winnie waits patiently for me to wash them.
She backs away toward my room, and I stalk after her like a hungry wolf.
Winnie squeals and darts into my childhood bedroom. She spins, looking around at the posters of Playboy Bunnies, and scowls at me.
I grin, scratch the back of my neck, and watch her walk over and tear them off the walls.
“I’m not fucking you in a room full of other women.”
Like I would be looking at them when she’s right here, but I let her do what she needs. Only after all sixteen posters are on the ground does she turn to me. Her hunger turned to anger.
“Feel better?”
“No.” She crosses her arms.
I kick off from the door, holding back my laugh, and scoop her into my arms. She’s a bit heavier than she was, but nothing I can’t handle. I force her to wrap her legs around me and move onto my bed. Letting her straddle me. Now that her stomach is growing, I don’t particularly enjoy lying on top of her. Plus, her riding me feels fucking amazing.
“Does it help knowing you’re the only girl I jack off to anymore?”
“No.” She leans down and brushes her lips over mine. “Maybe a little.”
I cup her face and take her lips. Her chest brushes against mine as she sighs and sinks into me. Her tits have gotten bigger, and when they push against my chest, it’s the best fucking feeling. As well as her swollen stomach.
God, this girl has no idea what she does to me.
Winnie wastes no time pulling her shirt off, and I’m right behind her, tugging mine over my head. It feels like I’m sixteen again, except the only girl I ever had in my room was Winnie, and we definitely weren’t doing this back then.
Her tits bounce free, her little red nipples already tight and begging for my mouth. I don’t even have to pull her to me, she does it on her own.
“Horny, baby?”
“Yes,” she pants, then gasps when I tease the peak with my tongue. “I had a sex dream about you during my nap.”
“Mmm. What was it?”
“You,” she breathes. I nip at her nipple, and she arches. She’s so fucking responsive to me, it drives me mad. “You bent me over and fucked me from behind.”
Fuuuuck. I’ve not taken Winnie from behind yet, simply because I like the way her small tits bounce and love seeing her expressions. That being said, if my girl wants to be bent over, damn me to hell if I don’t give her what she wants.
“On your knees, baby. Stick your ass nice and high for me.”
Winnie shudders and scrambles to climb off, moving to the end of the bed. I don’t have a bedframe, so there’s nothing to hold on to, but it’s fine because I don’t plan on letting her go.
I slip my hands in her leggings and peel them and the thong down her ass, exposing the most intimate part of her to the room. Fuck. Me.
Puckered and tight. I can’t wait to get my dick in there one day.
I finish tugging her leggings off and drop them to my floor. My shorts are the next to go, joining hers. Lining up behind her, I tease her, dragging my head up and down her slit. She’s already soaked from her dream, but I drop some spit down her crack anyway. She tenses when I thumb over her ass.
“One day,” I mutter.
Winnie shivers, and her back arches. I bite my fist and use the other hand to line my dick up with her opening. She’s still tight as can be, but it’s easier to slip in than the first time. Especially from this angle.
I love sex with Winnie at all angles, but fuck if this one doesn’t hit in a different way.
“Oh, Reese.”
“That’s it, baby. Say my name. Tell me how much you love being fucked from behind.”
“So good.”
Yeah, it is. I pick up the pace. My hips slapping against her ass, and it’s fucking sinful how her cheeks bounce.
It takes no time at all for my balls to tighten. I need Winnie to come first, though. Leaning down, I wrap my hand around her front and find her clit. She bucks, but I hold there, massaging just how I know she likes.
Her moans turn to whimpers, then cries. She begs me to come, and I can do nothing but oblige.
I grind into her clit and fuck her like my fucking life depends on it.
“Come for me. Soak my dick like I know you can.”
I clamp down on her shoulder, and she screams out my name. Her pussy fluttering around my dick has my balls drawing up, so I push until we are flush and let go. I chant her name like a prayer in her ear, and she wiggles, milking me of every last drop.
When my balls are empty and her pussy is full, I kiss her back and fall to my heels.
It takes a few beats for Winnie to move, but she groans and falls to her back, probably dripping cum onto my bed, but I couldn’t care right now if I wanted to.
“So, did that live up to dream Reese?” I shouldn’t have to compete with myself, but I’m willing to do it if it ends like that every time.
Winnie twists her lips and her cheeks pinken. “Mm-hmm.”
“That’s all? Mm-hmm.”
Winnie nods quickly, then rolls off my bed and stands. “Yep.”
What the fuck? I catch Winnie around the wrist and drag her back to the bed. Pinning her under me, I hold her arms above her head so she can’t get out.
“What aren’t you telling me?”
A nervous giggle bursts through her lips. “In my dream, we were, uh… in public when you did that.”
Ahh. My girl’s a bit of an exhibitionist, is she. That should come in handy later.
I fall to her side, and she buries her face into my neck.
“You’re a dirty girl, Winnie Lewis.”
She gasps, offended by my tease. “You made me this way! I haven’t been able to get that time in the bathroom out of my head.”
I grin and drop a kiss to her cheek. “And I fucking love it.”