couldn’t count the number of orgasms he’d given her. She blushed when she remembered the way he’d shot his cum into her mouth for the first time, how surprised and clumsy she’d been, in spite of his warnings. The white, stick stream had splashed her cheek and neck and dribbled from her swollen red lips, her darting pink tongue.
But Marshall hadn’t scolded her. Instead, he’d praised her for doing so well, even saying that she looked sexy with his cum on her face. Hearing her mother’s voice come across the line made her freeze, bringing a familiar wave of guilt. Then, she grew angry. What right did her mother have to tell her daughter that this was wrong? That the pleasure of the flesh—bodies that God had freely given them—were a sin? Already, Hanna’s breasts ached to be sucked, her pussy clenching at the memory of Marshall’s hard, pounding cock.
“What’s the matter?” she asked when her stepfather tossed his cellphone on the night stand, getting out of bed.
She watched as he stormed to the closet, throwing the doors open wide. Next thing she knew, he’d thrown his suitcase onto the bed, hard enough to make her bounce under the sheets.
“What’s going on?” she cried, her heart skipping a beat as she waited for him to answer her.
“Your mother is staying at the church tonight to help the almighty Pastor David work up his sermon for Sunday,” Marshall snapped, opening his drawers and shoving clothes into the suitcase. “I’m done. That man can have her. I can’t stay married to a woman who only does what another man tells her to do.”
“What are you doing?” Hanna stared at him, aghast, the words not registering.
“He fills her head with lies. As soon as I’m gone, you watch—he’ll step into my shoes.” Marshall snorted, half a laugh. “And he’s welcome to them!”
“Wait… you’re leaving?” She blinked at him in shock as he went to the closet to get more of his clothes.
“Hanna, I just can’t do it anymore.” He brought hangers full of clothing over to the bed, looking at her staring at him, sheet pulled up to her neck. “You’re a woman now. You’re old enough to go out into the world, to find a man to love, a husband of your own. But I… I can’t stay here a minute longer. I’m leaving her. Let Pastor David have her. I’m taking that job in California.”
She watched, bewildered, her skin crawling as Marshall packed his bag.
“Take me with you.”
He stopped, staring at her. “What?”
“Take me with you!” She reached out to grab his arm, up on her knees now, her nude body exposed, but there was no shame in it. He’d seen all of her.
“Hanna, I can’t.” He shook his head slowly, his gaze moving down from her face to her body. “I…”
“Please,” she whispered, feeling tears springing to her eyes. “You know I love you. And I know you love me too. Please, don’t leave me.”
“Hanna.” He moved closer, reaching out to cup her face in his hands. “My sweet Hanna…”
“Please don’t leave me too,” she begged, tears falling down her cheeks.
He brushed them with his thumbs, searching her eyes with his.
“I do love you,” he confessed, pulling her close. Hanna rested her cheek against his chest, feeling his heart beating hard.
“You said it yourself,” she whispered. “I’m old enough. And I’ve already found the man I love.”
“You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“I do.” She lifted her face to look at him. “I know exactly what I’m saying. You’re the man I want, the man I’ve dreamed of, the man I love. I’ve loved you my whole life, and I will love you until the day I die. I don’t care if it’s God’s will or not because it’s mine. My own free will.”
“And mine.” He smiled. “All right, my love. You win. Go pack.”
The End
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