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" I released my hold of him, and lay sprawled across his desk. My eyes closed and breathing labored. Never had I felt that way before. It was the best feeling my body had ever experienced. No sooner than I finished that thought, the enormity of what just happened hit me. Here I was lying on my "legal guardian's "desk with is beautiful face in-between my legs. This was more than wrong." View table of contents...


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Submitted:Jan 21, 2014    Reads: 2,180    Comments: 10    Likes: 9   


We laid together a sweaty tangled mess after our second round of love making. My head on his chest listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat and leg slung across his body keeping him close. I closed my eyes and let my fingers lazily caress his torso. I felt special, loved and safe. Who knows if that's really what it was, but that was how it felt. I loved that he was fiercely protective of me.

Most girls would be afraid of a man who was capable of doing what he did to Kurt. Not me, it took my breath away, and turned me on in a way that was unlike anything I felt with him before. I picked my head up and looked into his beautiful face. I leaned in and began to kiss him lightly gently nipping at his fat bottom lip.


"Again?" He breathed before rolling over on top of me. "Looks like I've created a monster" he said as he placed kisses on my neck and chin as he made his way down to belly. I pulled him back up to my face and kissed him thoroughly.
"You need to eat first baby." He said as he broke our kiss.


"What! No you can't just leave me like this." I whined "I'm not even hungry" I was pouting now as he slipped out of bed and put back on his slacks. No underwear, the slacks hung low on his waist showing the beginning of the V shaped definition of his lower torso. Jesus, the only hunger I was feeling was the one I had for him.


"Delaney, just get back in the bed, please" I tried again but to no avail.


"I heard your belly growling Ali. We have all night, and believe me you are going to need your strength so get up, let's eat." He reached down wrapping his hand around my ankle and swiftly pulled me towards the foot of the bed.


"Okay, Oaky! Don't pull me off!" I squealed


He picked me up and slung me over his shoulder giving me a very loud smack on my naked rear end.
"Put me doowwwnn" I was laughing now as he set me on the floor and threw his undershirt at me to put on.
I put it on and reluctantly followed him out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.


"You know Ali, I don't think we have any food." He snickered as he looked into the fridge. "I'll order a pizza?"
I nodded. "That's fine, pepperoni is good". I was about to suggest how we should kill time waiting on the pizza when his cell phone rang.


"I have to take this call, I'll let you know when the pizza gets here" He gave me an apologetic look as he headed towards his office.


I looked at the clock and decided I should at least look at the homework I had so I grabbed my backpack from the floor where it was left earlier and headed to my own room. I sat at my desk and remembered Lydia Johansson Sycamore Georgia. I quickly pulled open a notebook and scribbled it down. Who was this woman and why was she sending my parents flowers every week. It was really weird. Was she related to me somehow? I thought back to the funeral and if there were any faces I didn't recognize, but there weren't. I knew everyone who attended. I needed to find out who she was. It was going to drive me crazy until I did.


I turned on my computer and decided to google her name. There were far too many results to sort through so I narrowed it down by adding Sycamore Georgia. There was a link to a whitepages.com profile. It said Lydia Johansson, 23 years old, Sycamore Georgia but no address no phone number. Who knows if that was even the right person. I would have to think about this some more, there had to be a way find out an address or a phone number.


I heard Delaney begin to call for me and quickly closed my computer as I ran out to the kitchen. I didn't need him knowing what I was up to. He would definitely make me stop, before I even got to figure anything out.


We ate pizza in the Den, watching Pulp Fiction. For a moment it felt normal. I snuggled up next to Delaney and drifted off to sleep.


I dreamt I was lying naked on a sandy beach as the warm ocean water washed up and caressed my body repeatedly until the tingling sensation between my legs transferred from my dream to real life. The sound of my own voice moaning pulling me out of sleep.


I opened my eyes to see Delaney's face buried between my legs, his tongue hungrily exploring every crevice and fold of me. The sensation was too much. I reached down to pull him up as I felt myself quickly approaching the edge.


"Delaney, I'm um going to finish I gasped"


He looked up at me quickly before sliding two fingers inside of me forcefully, while pulling my clit into his mouth. I yelled out as my body began to shudder, and my inner walls tightened around his fingers. I let the waves of pleasure wash over me. Once my body relaxed again he released me.


"Good morning baby". He whispered bringing his face up to mine, so he could kiss me lightly on the lips.


"Good Morning" I replied looking around to see that we were back in his bedroom. "That is a nice way to wake up" I added blushing. He kissed me again, as he slid his cock inside of me. I smiled at look of pleasure that covered his face once every last inch of him was in my very wet pussy.

Wrapping my arms around his neck I began to rock my hips as he slid himself in and out. It didn't take long before I was ready to explode again, the way this man made me feel was unreal. I wrapped my legs around him tightly and pulled him in as I succumbed to the pressure that was building in my core. I called out his name as he let go too, and together we collapsed back onto the sheets.


I pulled into the parking lot at school with my morning lovemaking session with Delaney still fresh in my mind. I got out of the car and headed to class, with an extra spring in my step. My good mood was noticed by Heather who saw me pull in and was waiting for me to catch up.


"Ali! Nice ride! Where did you get that?"


"From Mr. Delaney" I replied, trying to sound matter of fact about it.


"Your Guardian?" She asked surprised.


"Yeah, so did you see they found Kurt" I quickly said in order to change the subject.


"Oh my god, yes I saw. I feel so bad for him. He is in the hospital. Jarred told me he both his hands and his nose are broken, plus his face is so swollen you can hardly recognize him."


"Really?" I asked somewhat in disbelief. I don't know why I had just imagined a couple of bruises, I should have known better. Delaney doesn't do anything half ass. "Does he have any idea who did it?" I couldn't help asking.


"No, that's the weird thing. He won't say a word about who did it, or anything about them. He says he doesn't know. "


"What's weird about that? Maybe he doesn't know"


"Jared says it's the way he acts when asked about it. He like gets all scared"


"Well Heather, I would be scared too, so I don't blame him. He should just be happy he is alive." She nodded in agreement. We chatted about it a little more about Kurt, but now that he was found and "okay" the drama had settled down a bit. I was thankful for that.


She began carrying on about how she had to call her credit card company and get her billing address changed so that the bills went to her dad's house instead of her mom's when I had an idea.


"Heather, I need you to help me with something." I asked almost excitedly


"Sure Ali what's up?" She looked at me curiously.


"I need you to help me find someone."





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