What’s her motivation behind this? How long did she plan to dupe me? What am I going to say to her when I see her? All I know is she owes me a hell of a lot of answers.
“Kian?”
Iris’s angelic voice, dipped in worry, pulls me out of my musings. I glance over my shoulder to see her leaning up on her elbows. The sheets slide to her waist, baring her full tits. The tight brown nipples harden under my lustful attention.
“Are you okay?” she asks. “Did you sleep at all?”
Sleep evaded me. So, I held and watched her all night instead. It erased the twisted emotions that were curling inside me ever since I realized who my mother is.
“I’m fine,” I say, scrubbing a palm over my face.
Pushing aside the sheets, she crawls over to me and wraps her arms around my waist from behind. I place my hand overhers, stroking her knuckles. Kissing my shoulder, she rests her chin, and softly urges, “You can talk to me, Kian. I’m here for you.”
“It’s the only reason I haven’t lost my mind, Rainbow.” I’ve never been a fan of mysteries. The identity of my biological mother was my biggest one, despite my efforts to pretend it didn’t exist. If it weren’t for Iris and her unyielding support, I never would’ve found the courage to look for her, much less find her.
“It’s all right to be angry and upset with her. I can’t imagine how tough it must be for you. I’d be feeling the same if I were in your place.”
“How did I not recognize her?” It’s what pissing me off the most.
“She doesn’t look the same and you hardly came across each other. Don’t beat yourself up about it. You know who she is now. It’s what matters.”
“All this time, I thought she must’ve moved on and was living happily with a husband and kids. A part of me believed she didn’t want me because I’d remind her of my father and the pain he inflicted on her. But to know she’s been here all this time and never said a word, that shit’s fucking with my head.”
“Look at me, love,” urges Iris softly, pressing her palm against my jaw.
I twist, snag an arm around her waist, and bring her onto my lap. I meet her heartfelt yet fierce baby blues.
“Your mother wanted you, Kian. Trust me when I tell you that. She loved you before you were even born and fought to keep you. Both of you were torn apart by a cruel man. Don’t let him win by putting these doubts in your head. Give your mom a chance to explain before you decide if you want her in your life or not.”
I nod, my voice too thick with emotions to speak. Kissing her softly, I rise from the bed and carry her into the bathroom. In the shower, I put her on her feet before kneeling in front of her.
She’s the calm to my storm.
I desperately need the peaceful silence she evokes in my head right now.
“Spread your legs, baby.”
I cover her inviting pussy with my mouth the second she parts her thighs. I pin her to the wall with my palm flat on her belly and throw one leg over my shoulder. Trailing my hand up to her ass cheek, I grab it hard as I lick her from her tight back little hole to her clit, sucking it deep between my lips.
Her fingers latch onto my hair, yanking at the short strands in pleasure. I lap the arousal she keeps leaking with every swipe of my tongue and the hungry noises I make. My world centers around my little siren as I lose myself in her honey taste and strawberry scent.
I dip my finger between her cheeks and push it inside her asshole, making her orgasm with a cry. Her cum floods my mouth, gushing and gushing. I drink it all down greedily while continuing to fuck her ass after adding another finger.
“Ki-Kian,” she moans brokenly.
Parting her slit, I thrust my tongue inside her still spasming cunt. Christ! She’s so goddamn tight and hot. I finger bang both her holes deep and hard until she falls apart again, drenching my jaw and neck.
I stand to my full height, taking her with me and forcing her quaking thighs around my waist. Seizing her hand, I drag it down and curl it around my shaft. Biting her earlobe, I command, “Fuck Daddy’s cock.”
Her fingers tighten, making me jerk in bliss. Eager and desperate for my cum that I’d fill her up with, she strokes and pumps me from the base to the tip. Tugging her mouth awayfrom sucking on my collarbone, where she loves to mark me, I take her lips harshly.
The more savage I am as I swirl my tongue with hers and nibble on her bottom lip, undoubtedly leaving it red and swollen, the harder she squeezes my dick and spreads the precum all over my girth.
Sneaking her other hand in, she cups my balls, massaging them teasingly. Moving her fist one final time, she whispers, “Come for me, sir.”
“Fuckkk, Iris,” I growl, shoving her hand aside and thrusting into her pussy a second before the first jet of semen shoots from my dick. Gripping her ass bruisingly, I grind and buck against her cunt, draining every single drop in her womb.
In those few seconds of pure ecstasy and closeness with my woman, I forget about the shitstorm my life has become.
