TWENTY-TWO

KAINE

Maggie moved so fast, she was practically a blur. 

In an instant, Rachel went from standing in the doorway holding up her phone with a smug smile on her face, to open-mouthed shock as Maggie snatched it from her hand. 

"Nice try, Rachel but you're done ruining lives," Maggie stated boldly. 

"Give me my phone back you stupid little girl," Rachel hissed venomously. 

"Sure. Just let me delete this picture." 

With an angry grunt, Rachel lunged forward but I stepped in front of Maggie to block her path. 

"Move, Kaine! Or I'm going to the Deacon!" 

"You're not to lay a finger on her!" I shouted. 

Rachel immediately stopped trying to get past me and took a step back with a frightened look in her eye. I've never been one to raise my voice in anger and she was genuinely taken aback. 

"And you can go right ahead to the Deacon," I said in a much quieter voice. "You don't have any proof now, just speculation. I've been dealing with rumors for six goddamned months already. What's a few more?"

"Here you go!" Maggie chirped cheerfully as she held Rachel's phone out to her through my arm. 

Rachel snatched it, her eyes slit like a reptile as she backed away while holding her belly. 

"I'll ruin both of you!" she swore through gritted teeth. "You don't want me as your enemy, girl!" 

Maggie calmly wrapped her arm around my waist and leaned against me.

"I feel sorry for you," she said quietly. "But even more sorry for that child that has someone as miserable as you for a mother." 

With a final angry glare, Rachel disappeared through the doorway. I felt Maggie's body slump against me when she left and I knew I did the same. 

"She's right you know," I muttered as I went to my office door and closed it. "You don't want to be enemies with her." 

"Doesn't seem like I have a choice," she said, watching me approach her again slowly. "If you and I are going to be..." she trailed off as if still unsure. 

A pang gripped my chest. Of course she was. My stupid attempt at protecting her with silent treatment made her feel that way. Any normal person would think I was doing a slow fade but that wasn't my intention at all. 

I took her face in my hands and her ruby lips parted at my touch. The pulse in her neck gently throbbed, matching the pulse of my dick. 

"There's no 'going to be'," I said solemnly. "I'm yours and no one else's. And you are mine."

"You can't ever do that again," she pleaded with tears welling in her eyes. "You can't just give me the silent treatment when things get rough."

"Never again," I promised and lowered a kiss to her sweet, rosebud lips.

I groaned. 

She whimpered and kissed me back needily.

Her taste was addictive and I'd been without my fix for too damn long. 

I probed her mouth open with my tongue, desperate for more as I cupped the back of her neck. My cock rose to life, hard and eager for the sweet depths that only I had ever explored inside her. 

She mewled like a kitten under the pressure of my mouth and it drove me insane. 

My hands fell to her gorgeous, womanly hips and gripped hard, digging into her flesh as my cock pressed against her lower belly. 

Never letting go of her with my mouth or hands, I walked us back until her ass met the edge of my desk. I took the opportunity to grab and slap her perfect ass through the fabric of her dress. 

The dress was a pretty, floral print and an oddly conservative choice for her. She even wore a buttoned cardigan, which I tore apart to palm her amazing tits in my hands. 

She looked like an innocent little church girl and was everything but. It drove me wild how she was brave enough to come here and confront me, how she stood up to Rachel. This nineteen-year-old girl was more mature and grounded than my twenty-eight-year-old ex-wife.

I slid my hands under her ass and lifted her onto the desk. She pulled me between her thighs immediately, furiously working my shirt off as I hiked up her skirt to reveal her beautiful thighs. 

We kissed and grabbed at each other hard, rough, desperate and fast. Church was still in session and we needed to make this a quick, dirty fuck. But more than anything, we both simply needed this. 

My belt buckle clanged as she pulled it apart and my cock practically leaped into her hand as she unzipped me. 

I cupped my hand between her legs and she shuddered against me, clutching my shoulders. She was already soaking wet and I needed to be inside her yesterday. 

Reaching further up her skirt, I found the edges of her panties on her hips and pulled them down. She pulled her legs closed just to remove one foot from her underwear. 

Her pretty purple thong dangled around her ankle by the time I dropped my boxers and opened her legs to me again. 

This time, I slammed into her full force. 

She bit down hard on my shoulder to muffle her cry. Smart girl. Someone could hear us all the way from the chapel if we were loud enough. 

"Oh God, I missed this pussy," I groaned into her neck as I pushed all the way in, holding her in place by her thighs. "My sweet little cherry that's all mine." 

"I missed your big cock so much," she whimpered, clutching me for dear life around my shoulders. 

I paused while inside her to yank down the top of her dress. We had to make this fast but fuck me, I wanted to spend my time with her again, just looking at her completely naked body and tasting every inch of her. 

My mouth flew to her nipple and I flicked the stiff bud with my tongue as I resumed thrusting. I sucked and nibbled until her hands clawed through my hair before moving onto the other one, never missing a beat with my thrusts. 

"Harder please," she moaned. "I need you to fuck me harder."

"You want me to tear this pussy apart?" I brought my mouth up to the shell of her ear. "You want me to fuck you hard and fast?"

"Yes, please!" she cried. 

I felt her pussy start to convulse around my cock and I knew she was almost there. 

Scooping my hands under her ass again, I lifted her off the desk and into midair. 

"Hold onto me tight with your legs," I instructed.

She squeezed her thighs around me like a vice and from there I lost control. 

I thrust directly up into her, holding her as I stood and reaching new depths of her incredibly tight pussy. 

She screamed once before biting down on me again but I never stopped. Every upward motion of my hips sent me deeper inside her, while at the same time I brought her down hard all the way to my balls. 

I fucked her through one, two, three orgasms before shooting my load straight up into her. Only then did I feel weak and completely spent. 

As gently as I could, I sat her down on the edge of the desk again. She uttered a small gasp as I pulled my softening cock out of her wetness and braced my hands on the desk on either side of her. 

"You're bleeding," she said with a gentle touch to my shoulder. 

I looked and sure enough, red teeth marks were imprinted on top of my deltoid deep enough for a small rivulet of blood to trickle through. 

"I'm sorry," she muttered, pressing a tissue to my shoulder.

I just smiled and kissed her beautiful mouth once again. 

"I'll proudly wear your mark on me any day of the week, babe."