Chapter 29 Wank!
I was about to make my way back upstairs when I heard,
“Shimma.” I turned to see Mr. Mattias making his way toward me.
Why was my heart racing so fast?
I turned to leave again, but I felt a grip on my shoulder.
“Shimma, no! Don't go!” he said.
“You wouldn’t have done that.”
“I know. I'm so sorry; I was only trying to protect you. I can't let anyone bother you. Please forgive me,” he pleaded. For the first time, Mr. Mattias appeared vulnerable. I had never imagined seeing him that way.
Mr. Mattias always seemed cold, and even if he was wrong about something, he would own up to it. But right now, he wasn’t just owning up to what he did; it seemed like there was more to it.
I thought for a second, his eyes not leaving mine.
There was no need to pretend to be angry. Even if what he did seemed off, I couldn't be angry at him because he was only trying to protect me.
“Alright, I forgive you.” I smiled at him as he sighed in relief. He bent down to plant a kiss on my forehead, and just then, my mother's voice broke in, causing Mr. Mattias and me to step an inch away from each other.
“Shimma,” she mumbled, followed by a loud yawn as she got up from the chair.
I was so scared she could have seen Mr. Mattias and me in that position—him kissing my forehead, about to take my lips. How could I be so careless to risk this again?
As she approached us, I realized she hadn't seen us. I mean, she was only close to seeing us together.
“Shimma, you're out,” she said again, distracted by the sound of the rain pouring outside. I used this opportunity to glance at Mr. Mattias; he was staring at me. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking; he was just staring.
“It’s raining, which means your dad won’t be coming back today. Mattias, I guess you're staying back. I'll go make us some hot coffee. Shimma, you want some?” my mom asked.
(Giggles) My mother is so strange at times. I find it difficult to question her attitude most of the time. Despite the incident she caused a few hours ago, she was here acting like nothing happened. Well, I had to go along with it because bringing it up was one thing I didn’t want to do. So I nodded.
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### A FEW HOURS LATER
It’s been three hours, and the rain hasn’t stopped yet.
After we all had coffee, my mom prepared us dinner, which we all ate about an hour ago.
I was sitting in my bed, wondering why I hadn’t gotten the chance to speak to my father. My mom was already asleep because I had gone to ask her to call him. At least she could check to know if he was okay, just as she always does. But I found her sleeping peacefully, not minding the fact that she had to sleep on that bed alone. Something was indeed wrong, and it would kill me if I didn’t find out sooner.
Just as I was lost in my thoughts, I heard a slight knock on my door. To make sure it was Mr. Mattias, I asked,
“Who is it?” My voice was barely above a whisper.
“Shimma, it's me. Open up,” he said. I quickly got up from my bed to let Mr. Mattias in.
I opened the door, paving the way to let him in. I bolted the door, turning to him.
“Shimma,” he called, taking a few steps closer to me until there were no longer gaps between us.
His hands cupped my face, his eyes glued on mine.
“Shimma, please don't ever shut me out like you did today,” he said in a low tone.
I know, I wouldn't have shut him out, but I was so confused, I didn't even know what to do.
“I'm sorry, I was confused,” I said.
“I know, I know,” he said, leaning to plant a kiss on my forehead. His kiss was slow and soft, it sent chills down my spine.
Then he bent to plant a kiss on my lips, his eyes still fixed on mine. I could feel this sensation down my pussy. With every kiss he planted on my lips, my neck, my chest. With every touch. My pussy couldn't stop throbbing, wanting, I was already horny as fuck.
His lips took mine, his kiss so slow and steady. His hands cupped my face as his kiss deepened.
I kissed him back, his tongue swirling inside my mouth. I went with the flow, letting him do whatever he wanted, my tongue entangling with his as I felt his hand stroke and rub my body gently.
He grabbed my right boobs, squeezing it gently. His other hand was running in and out of my hair. He was already getting impatient, I could feel it.
But what if my mum comes to my room, what if she hears me scream. I pulled out of our kiss.
“Mr Mattias, My Mum,”
“Shhh, I don't care, I want you right now,” he said, taking my lips again.
He pulled out just a few seconds later, as he began to take off my clothes, I did the same, taking off his shirt, then his pants, then his boxer shorts. My eyes went down to his huge cck, it always marvels me at how huge Mr Mattias's cck is . I swallowed hard, looking up at him. The cold wind blowing through my window. This was the perfect moment, the perfect weather.
“Shimma, I want my cock in your mouth,” he groaned, his voice deeper than usual. I got down on my knees, without hesitation. I loved his dick in my mouth, I loved to choke on it, because he loved it too.
I held his already hardened cck, teasing him with my tongue.
“Shit!“ He cursed softly as I kept swirling tongue at the tip of his cck. I wanted him to feel as much pleasure I could give him, this was a way of my apology.
Just as I was done teasing him with my tongue. I thought of an idea.
I had never wanked Mr Mattias before. Yes, wanked.
I looked up at him, a frown settled on his face. Just before he could speak. I spat on his cck, using my right hands to stroke his dick, my hand moving back and forth.
“Oh fuck!“ Mr Mattias groaned, his frown replaced with pleasure.
“Shimma,” he groaned as I kept stroking his cck….