Thirteenth Chapter

He stared at me for a few more seconds, completely stunned at my confession. I noticed the corner of his lip rising in the form of a smirk. He then shrugged. "Okay.” he turned away.

I clasped my hands together, like a baby at the sight of its feeding bottle. A moment later, the familiar pirate in the frame came out, followed by the theme song which doubled as my favorite song of all time. I instinctively began to sing along, completely forgetting I was starving. It was when he opened the box and the wonderful scent of baked cheese hit my nostrils, I stopped singing.

I didn't wait for him to take a slice before I aimed for one. In a split second, it was out of the box and into my mouth. My shoulders slumped backwards, I let out a sigh of relief. Finally, food. It was the perfect combo, a delicious pizza with my favorite show on a large screen. I could do it all day every day and not get tired. Not the pizza though, I couldn't eat pizza for the rest of my life.

I occasionally glanced at Rain while I ate. He seemed to be enjoying the show because each time I looked, he had a smile plastered on his face. Soon enough, our glorious pizza was gone. Vanished into the endless depths of our stomach. Every bite of the pizza was worth it. I could finally concentrate on the show.

Minutes after our pizza was done and the box discarded, Rain and I started to get really comfortable. He started by holding my hand. Then he started to rub the back of my palm lightly. It went on for about ten minutes before he started to play with my fingers. When he was satisfied with that, I felt his fingers on my bare thighs. I had shorts on that stopped a few inches below my ass. From keeping his hand on my thighs, he began to caress them gently, slowly traveling up to my vagina area. The higher he went, the harder it was to concentrate.

His fingers finally went to the middle of my legs. Without being asked, I slightly opened them to him. I was already aroused from all his touching, my body was moving on its own accord. Just then, his fingers went to the roof of my shorts. Steadily, he undid the single large button holding it together. I watched him undo the zipper, exposing my pussy to the wind. Like a spider, his fingers crawled into my shorts. I let out a small gasp when they touched my already wet clit. All the while, I didn't take my eyes off the screen and neither did he.

I slightly moved again, giving his fingers more room to access my pussy. He started by teasing around the area. Delicately pulling on my swollen clit. Rubbing his fingers over and around it. Forward and backwards. It was becoming increasingly harder to concentrate on SpongeBob annoying the shit out of Squidward. My breathing started becoming louder, my heart pounded faster. I started to pant, as if I was climbing a high mountain. When he was satisfied that I had been teased enough, he slid his finger into me. It went in with so much ease, aided by the juices that were flowing out of me.

One finger turned to two fingers, elevating my pleasure levels. With every thrust, my body shuddered lightly. I bit my bottom lip so many times to stop myself from moaning out loud. With every thrust, I was failing. I had already lost track of what was happening on screen. Just then, my face was yanked sideways. Rain crashed his lips into mine. I unleashed myself on him, ravaging his tongue and the insides of his mouth. His thrusting pace began to rise. So did my gasps and moans, only now, I was moaning into his mouth.

His other hand snuck under my shirt, unhooking my bra from behind to expose my yearning breasts. My hard nipples craved the wetness of his tongue, but he didn't seem to be done with my lips first. I dragged the top of his shirt like a mad woman, eating at his bottom lip. “Get up," he mumbled through our kiss.

I did as I was told. Taking his fingers out of my shorts, he got up with me. He violently dragged my shorts down, proceeding to hastily undo his own pants. All the while our kissing intensified. The corner of my top lip was slowly swelling from the pressure of keeping up. I wasn't thinking any more, neither was he. I wanted his pants off faster than he was trying.

Eventually they came off. He took one hand around the back of my neck, the other into his shorts. I went back to focusing on his mouth action, my fingers rummaging through his hair, turning him into a mad man. Just then, I felt him lower himself, before I could open my eyes to realize why, I felt his dick thrusted into me. My immediate reaction was a loud gasp. He held my hair tightly, I held his tightly. Standing on the tip of my toes, I held onto him as he thrusted in and out of me. Taking short pauses between each thrust only to shove up into me again.

With each shove, I moaned, I hissed, I gasped. The pause between each thrust started to get shorter and shorter. Each shove started to get harder and harder. His groan started to get louder and louder. Suddenly, he spun me around, hastily bending me over. Giving me no time to catch my breath, he thrusted into me again. He rammed me without caution. Holding both my shoulders with his hands to support his movements.

His pace got faster and faster and faster. “Fuck!" I heard him roar. Less than a second later, I felt a burst of warm liquid into me. His dick slipped out of me and he collapsed onto my back, panting like a cheetah who just chased its prey. I was still trying to catch my breath when I saw my phone light up from on top of the chair I sat on. It was a message notification.

“How's it going with my son?" It read.

It was from Chyna.