Chapter 41 All Fours!
Yvonne in my arms felt surreal. Her lips on mine. Her body, one with mine. I have always wanted her, from the first day I had set my eyes on her at our parents’ wedding, I had become obsessed with her.
An unhealthy obsession I didn’t want but the force was too great to ignore. I wanted her. When she had called me with a trembling voice, I panicked, rushing out to go pick her up until she told me the truth. The truth that I knew would destroy my entire family.
“Are you sore?” I asked as I carried her, dropping her onto the bed.
Her black hair was scattered all over her face and on the pillow. She slowly fluttered her eyes open to stare at me. Those brown hazel eyes would always make my heart melt.
“If I said I wasn’t, would you go again?” She asked, a small smirk forming at the corner of her lips.
That soft voice made blood rush to my groin, making it hard but I couldn’t go again no matter how much I wanted to. It was her first time and she had given it up to me. I had to let her rest.
“Don’t be naughty, Yvonne. As much as I want to, I don’t want your legs to become wobbly tomorrow.”
Yvonne pouted.
“Tomorrow then?”
“Alright, tomorrow then you will go home.”
Yvonne sat up instantly, her eyes slightly squinted but I could still see the hurt in them. “Go home? Barth, are you sending me away?”
“No!” I reached out, holding her. “That’s not it. As much as I want you here, we both know that the situation won’t-”
“Can we talk about this tomorrow? I feel very tired and I’m trying to understand you but I just can’t.”
I sighed, nodding. “Alright then.”
“Can you hold me?”
I smiled, getting into the space beside her. Covering us both with the duvet, I held her close, her head on my chest while I inhaled the sweet honey smell of her hair.
Soon, slow, steady breaths came from underneath me. She was asleep but I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t know what to make of this situation.
Why had my mother gone to see her and not me?
Well, even if she did I wouldn’t have given her any audience but still, this news had broken Yvonne down. Even though she was trying to hide it from me, I could see it, feel it. It has shattered her and I wanted to protect her from it.
My father had gone too far this time and I wouldn’t fold my arms and watch everything go down. I had to do something.
Fast.
…
The early morning rays escaped through the curtains, crawling into the room as the sun rose. I shifted slightly in my position, my hand sore from holding Yvonne for too long.
Slowly, pushing her to the side. I covered her up with the duvet and put on a bath robe. I had to make breakfast, my stomach rumbled in agreement. Getting into the kitchen, I opted for something light. Toast, bacon and eggs.
“Hey,” A soft voice sounded behind me as I fried the eggs.
I looked over my shoulders to see Yvonne wearing one of my T-shirts. I turned around, my eyes taking her in. Her hair was wet, water dripping down slowly onto the neck and shoulder of the shirt. It stopped right at the middle of her thighs, showing her perfect straight legs. Her breasts were upright, nipples erect, poking out through the clothes begging for my attention.
“When you’re done taking off my clothes with your eyes, can you help me with breakfast? I’m starving…”
I blinked. “My shirt looks better on you. And when I’m done, I will eat my favorite breakfast later afterwards.”
She raised a brow, confused. “What’s that?”
“You.”
Her face instantly turned pink as she bit on her lower lip shyly making me groan.
“Don’t do that, Yvonne or you are gonna make me sit on this counter and fuck you till you milk your cum all over me, baby.”
She instantly froze, pointing the pan. “Your… your eggs are burning.”
With that, she ran out of the kitchen but she won’t be running for too long.
Setting down her plate in front of her, I sat beside her watching her eat. She tucked her hair behind her ear, looking down at the empty space in front of me while drinking her coffee. A milky moustache forming on her face.
“Aren’t you going to eat?”
I leaned in and licked up the moustache, earning a gasp from her. “I already told you what I wanted to eat, Yvonne.”
I reached under the table, my hand caressing the soft skin of her thighs. She closed her eyes, her breaths becoming heavy and uneven.
“Barth!” She moaned out immediately my fingers brushed her entrance.
“Wet for me, are we?”
I let out a smirk, drawing out my fingers earning a desperate whimper from her. Bringing them to my lips, I licked my fingers clean, closing my eyes.
“So sweet…”
I snapped my eyes open. “Eat up, Brooklyn. I can’t wait anymore.”
She nodded, eating her food hurriedly, earning a soft laugh from me. She drank her coffee to the last drop, her breakfast plate clean. My baby was hungry.
“I’m done.”
I stood up from my chair, the wood scraping against the floor as it flew a few metres away. I pointed to the clear portion of the table.
“All fours.”
Yvonne nodded, climbing the table. Seeing her being obedient made my dick twitch in my boxers. Throwing off the bathrobe to the floor, I walked behind her. She was wet. So soaking wet and glistening.
Her pink pussy opened up to me as her juices flowed down her legs. I inhaled sharply. She looked like a masterpiece. A very delicate flower that was meant to be ruined.
Ruined by me.
And only me!
“You will be the death of me, Brooklyn.”