The Art of Disappearing by Ivy Pochoda (popular romance novels .txt) 📕

and pull. Her hands clutch my arms and move to my hand that is squeezing her tit. I piston into her as I lean up and take her lips chastely and swallow her moans.

She moves one arm under herself and flips over from underneath me. My cock is driving into her as she’s flat on the couch and I stand. I slap her ass and then grab her ass and spread her cheeks, look down and watch my cock disappear into her.

Fuck, this is hot.

I pull out of her and sit on the couch; she straddles me, and I have the perfect view of her delicious tits. She fucks me, takes me to the height of an orgasm and then pulls completely off of me.

“Fuck.” I groan.

She takes my cock again and sits on me, then moves her hips back and forth, slowly at first, then quickly. My thumb seeks out her clit.

“Fuck, don’t stop.” I tell her.

My cock is so deep in her pussy that I could easily blow my load. But she stops and creeps up my body, hovers her delicious pussy over my face and again lets my tongue fuck her. I fist my cock and stroke again, then with her pussy fucking my face, I wet my fingers and insert them into her channel, then pull them out and let my tongue continue fucking her pussy, as my finger, soaked with her own juices slowly inserts into the pucker of her ass. Her movements slow at the new intrusion, and then she presses into my face more with each stroke of my finger. Her moans are louder then she screams. Her pussy and her ass clench around my tongue and my finger. As a string of curse words come from her mouth.

She lowers herself down my body again and sighs.

“I’m going to make you come so hard.” She promises me.

She sits on top of me again and takes my cock into her pussy. She bounces on my cock as she squeezes her muscles and before long, I’m shooting my load into her and clutching her to me.

“Fuck. That was so good.” I say against her chest as I capture my breath.

“So, good.” She agrees.

***

It would appear that some old flames have reignited as of recently. Two young lovers who had lost touch, both grew up to be very successful and have been seen in and around town.

You may remember a string of juvenile disturbances several years ago, which include mailbox vandalism, underage drinking, and a string of dumpster fires. Well, the individuals responsible for many of those events became outstanding and accomplished citizens. They also found their way back to one another. Methinks that this union was fate. They just needed to grow up a little.

I leave The Gazette open on the counter for Kindra to read when she wakes up as I make breakfast. I knew that eventually something would have been written about us. The Gazette wrote plenty about us as teenagers, and I had no doubt that something would be there soon.

“What smells so delicious?” Kindra asks.

“I’m making waffles,” I reply, grabbing the milk out of the fridge.

“And bacon?” she questions.

“It wouldn’t be breakfast without it.” I turn and smile.

“What’s this?” She grabs the paper and sits down at the counter.

“Remember when we were kids and all the trouble that we got into? Well, it appears that all that trouble was remembered, but it would appear that according to The Gazette, we’ve been exonerated.”

22

Kindra

“I’m going to need your address.” Cass says in my ear.

“As long as you don’t show up in the middle of the night and I wake up to you petting my head and watching me sleep,” I joke.

“I can only promise to not do one of those things.”

I miss her. I miss the easiness of our friendship and how regardless of the situation, we could make one another laugh.

“Now you’ve got me curious as to which one you’re talking about.”

“Address Mason, or you’ll never find out.”

I give her my address and afterwards we make small talk before I have to go to work.

Most days at the hospital are a mixture of pure comedy and pure chaos, even in the small town of Sunnyville. But the shift went quickly, and it was no time before I was laying in Rogan’s bed and under him.

Rogan and I are in the happily ever after phase of our relationship, where it is still new and we haven’t become a lazy couple. We’re in a different place in our lives than once before, and we’re now adults.

At work, we’re respectable business colleagues and when we’re not at the hospital, we are your standard couple.

Dispatch announces a car accident pile-up and less than five minutes later, the ambulance is rushing in with a woman so bloodied that she’s unrecognizable on the gurney. There are shards of glass everywhere, and it’s then that I recognize the person. Before I can react, my father rushes in frantically. He spots my mom with Rogan leaning over her. He’s checking her vitals and I see my father’s hands ball into a fist and his jaw clench at the sight.

“Sixty-two-year-old female passenger of a head on collision, she went through the windshield as the vehicle made impact with a tree and another vehicle. She has many lacerations to the face, neck and chest area. Her breathing is compromised and we’re not sure of any other issues.”

“No! You do not touch her!” He bellows pointing to Rogan.

“I’m sorry? Sir, if we don’t check her, we cannot treat her. I need to do my job.” Rogan replies calmly, looking up at my father.

“Are there any other doctors here that can treat my wife?” My dad turns to me, and then his eyes widen. “What are you doing here? No, neither of you will touch my wife!” he shakes his head. “Is there anyone else here?”

“Dad, I’m going to need you to calm down. Please let us help her. Can