#eliasstackmoore

Elias “Stack” Moore x Georgia Nettles (PSAAOFC)

TW: Mention/Signs of Abuse, Fluff, First Time, Virginity Loss, Self-Esteem Issues, etc.

Word Count: 8,160

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Battered and bruised he sat beside me on my back porch. The night sky above our heads, stars illuminating the deep midnight blue sky. The moon on full display also, in a perfect circular form, it all made sense. I dabbed the cloth in corn liquor, applying it slowly to his bottom lip. He flinched when the cloth connected with his split pouting bottom lip. I just rested it there, my other hand holding his battered hand in my lap our palms resting atop of each other. His eyes looking elsewhere glossy as ever, his brows tense also. I used the pad of my thumb to softly stroke his hand in mine soothingly.

I dampened a clean side of the cloth now applying it to his knuckles, trying to be gentle so he wouldn't make any noise or bite his lip. I didn't have to worry too much, mama was at her night nursery job and my father was away working on the railroad. I still didn't want to cause too much of a stir since it was so peaceful outside tonight. Well it was until he showed up looking like he'd been kicked down a flight of steps and rolled down a steep gravelly hill. His other arm wrapped around his midsection securely as he held his ribs. Those must've been fractured too.

"Stop looking at me like that. I know already, I'll see about it in the morning." He said to me in an annoyed tone. I scoffed and rolled my eyes at him, wanting to get up and go back to bed. I didn't need this attitude, I'm just trying to be there for my friend. Stack closed his eyes and blew out a breath before speaking again.

"Look, I'm sorry, ok? I'm just fucked up is all. I-I appreciate you Georgia, I really do." He confessed to me facing me fully and looking into my eyes. Our hands being connected still he took my hand and intertwined our fingers. I rolled my eyes and tried to hide a smirk, he smirked also about to bite his lip until I grabbed his chin with the cloth in my hand.

"Don't do that Stack, you'll tear your lips up even more." I said seriously, he chuckled and nodded before looking down for a second. I peeped and looked away nibbling at my bottom lip trying to keep my cheeks from heating up too much.

"They ain't that bad, I can still use them." He said as I tilted my head to look at him out the corner of my eye. He smirked and clutched his abdomen tighter.

"Yeah, yeah, you're using them to talk my head off." I said smartly, but he hummed in disapproval at me.

"I can use them in more ways than one baby girl." He said softly before leaning a bit closer. I turned to him again, just looking into those deep chocolate orbs. I looked him over and sighed, this boy can't take nothing serious.

"Be serious for once Stack, now tell me how this happened?" I asked him sitting upright and focusing on aiding his battered hand that was still very much so holding mine again. He sat momentarily, I peeped up at him as he just looked out into the woods. You can tell he was thinking, but I could also tell that he didn't want to talk about it.

"Nothing new to say, it's the same ol' story with me." He replied to me finally but just looked down at the cloth on his hand. As I pressed the corn liquor on his knuckles gently, trying to reduce any future swelling or infection. He winced but didn't bite his lip, at least I wasn't hurting him too bad.

"Please remind me of this tale as old as time? Because clearly I don't know how this could all happen and you be so causal about this." I asked him to elaborate, I knew sometimes when I'd see this boy around town he would have some bumps and bruises on his toasted brown skin. I always chucked it up to boyhood, plus he was just a rapscallion anyways. But this level of bumps and bruises seemed as though he'd been in a fight and the other assailant won.

"I should've just went to Mary's house." Stack grumbled under his breath, oh but I heard him. I took the cloth away and put his hand back on his knee. I was about to stand till he grabbed my forearm gently.

"No, go, do what you want to do. If me asking you questions on why you dragged me out of bed for this is too much for you. Then I suggest you leave, I'll act like this never happened. Since you don't want me to care about you." I told him off, he shook his head and chuckled lowly his head had been down. Now once I'm ready to get up and walk away he looks at me. I froze in place seeing his glistening hurt eyes as he tried to bite back the tears. I sat again, moving in closer to wipe a fallen tear away. Stack wasn't a cryer, he was too much of a macho man for that. Something was truly wrong here.

"I'm tired of living like this, if it weren't the cotton fields, it was the school house, if it weren't church, it was home..." He trailed off with a shaky husky tone, then it dawned on me as more tears fell from his eyes. I wasn't deaf, I heard rumors of his household. His father was a drunkard, a blues man by trade. He'd be constantly traveling with his guitar, going city to city playing for locals. When he'd come home once he made his quota. That's when people would start to whisper about the household. I guess all these years of not knowing what people were talking about had now been summed up into a few silent words in this moment.

"I'm sorry for not putting two and two together Stack. It's just you never told me, well more like you barely talk to me when you see me. I'm still surprised you chose to come to me for help." I said truthfully, I looked at the cloth in my hand and the blood on it sighing. It's not like we didn't have a friendship, but not to the extent of trading secrets, maybe in the past possibly. But most certainly not now at our ripe ages of twenty one. Stack was just a boy I knew from childhood, who I'd seen mainly at school and church on Sundays.

"It ain't easy to feel pitied by my situation. I usually leaned on Mary's family for help when this would happen. But I don't know why tonight felt odd, different. I ran out of my house as fast as I could and kept running till I ended up here. I don't know why I chose to bother you with this. I just knew I had no other choice, also if I'm being completely honest. I'm tired Georgia, tired." He stated with a sniffle, I brought him in for soft hug letting him cry on my shoulder.

He did just that quietly, I pulled back and he did the same but not before looking into my eyes. I saw a glint of something in his gaze, and then all of a sudden he moved in and connected our lips. I didn't pull away, I fell into the kiss a little placing my hand softly on his chest for stability. He took my face into his rough palm and deepened the kiss, before pulling away to kiss along my jawline. I breathed shakily and moaned softly, feeling him kiss along the underside of my jaw and the length of my neck.

"W-we gotta stop. We're not in our right minds, besides you've got Mary and I'm not h-" He quickly recaptured my lips in his, slowly drawing out more passion from me. He pulled away from me and looked me over as I gathered myself a little.

"You're right, you're not Mary, but she ain't who I've set my sights on. She's not the one who sat in the front of the class raising her hand with confidence. She's not the one who sings in the church choir faithfully, alongside her mama on Sundays. She's most definitely not the girl who I remember shared her little sack of chocolate coins with me at 10 years old down by the creek." He reminded me, I smiled softly and shook my head.

I remember that day, it was the first time I discovered that behind my home was a small creek. I'd go down to that creek take off my shoes and walk across the stones embedded in the creek letting the water cool off my feet. I did that almost every day, until one particular day I found a little boy sitting on the opposite side of my creek. He was picking at the rocks with a wooden stick, looking all lonesome. He wore blue jean overalls and no shirt underneath. I laughed at his silly attire. He looked over at me and raised his stick to me pointing as his mouth started moving.

"You laughing at me girl?" He asked pointedly, I tried to shush my giggles but too late. He raised slowly and proceeded to come closer crossing the creek by stepping on the soft round rocks. He came and stood in front of me, I was now quiet looking up at him expectantly. He just sat beside me and took his stick and started playing with the smaller rocks again pushing them into the creek. I examined him closely, still expecting something.

"Don't laugh at me no more. We can't be friends if you laugh at me." He said to me, I wasn't expecting that. I huffed and looked away from him, he side eyed me now.

"So you don't want to be my friend?" He asked me curiously, a tinge of snarkiness in his voice.

"I never said that boy. Don't put words in my mouth." I said sharply, giving him a side eye also. He looked back down at the rocks and smirked softly. I rolled my eyes and perched my lips.

"You something else you know. Just something. Even in Ms. Johnson's school house, you sit there all snooty like acting like the perfect student." He told me sounding a little bitter. I looked at him directly now, so he was trying to start a fight after all.

"I'm a good student, not perfect. No one's perfect but God." I said to him sassily, he chuckled and nodded with a little smirk.

"I knew you'd feel that way church mouse. You live in that church house too. Singing along in my uncle's choir with your mama." He said trying to dig himself a deeper hole. It was working, he's being a little weasel and I don't like people in my business. I stood up and towered over him looking atop of his peasy head. He didn't bother looking up at me, still meandering with those rocks and the creek.

"You watching me boy? You like being in other people's business huh?" My voice raised slightly as I inquired. Then there it was his little shoulders moving up and down. That's when I heard him let out a full laugh, he tilted his head back, eyes closed holding his stomach. He was getting a kick out of my upset mood. I balled my fist and grunted before throwing myself down onto him and hitting him in the chest and stomach in a fit of rage. What gave him the right to spy on me like that!

"What gives you the right huh?!" I said breathily tiring quickly from fighting him. He grabbed my little flinging wrists and pushed me back holding my wrists together. He raised us slowly, I felt my bottom falling back into my original spot. He still held my wrists. I tried to yank away but he gripped tighter. I held my head down, feeling his eyes examining me. I didn't like that, I felt like he was silently judging me now.

"Just leave me alone from here on out. I don't want to be friends with a spy anyway." I said under my breath still breathing heavily. He brought his hand from my wrists and both his hands now met my own so he could hold them. I raised my head from my lap to look at our interlocked fingers. I shifted my weight to face him more, he was already facing me. I looked up and saw him just gazing over at me. I couldn't speak now, just looking at him quietly.

"I like that fire in you, ain't no girl ever jumped on me like that. The hits were weak but I like the bravery." He said to me with an admirable smile. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Don't be upset girl, what if I said I look at you because you're interesting. You're not like the other kids in our class. You're proper for one, and you don't try to fit in with us. I find that interesting, you doing your own thang. Reminds me of my twin." He said to me and now. I furrowed my brows together squinting at him. Then it dawned on me, I knew who he was.

"That’s why you look so familiar. You’re Elijah's twin? You guys are so different from one another..." I trailed off feeling heat in my cheeks, his fingers fidgeting around my own.

"Yeah, I'm his little brother. People say that we like fire and ice, but what they don't know is. I can be just as cool as him, whereas he can be just as fiery as me." He said to me, I nodded relaxing my brows a bit. I looked around us just observing our surroundings. No one else was around, I tried to pull my hands back but he still held tight.

"Let me go, I need to do something." I said to him, he shook his head and gave me a raised brow look.

"No, you might pelt me with those little fist of fury again. No shot girl." He said to me, I huffed and took my thumbs from under his palms. I thumbed his knuckles and tried to be softer with him, as a show of good faith. I batted my lashes and looked at him softly. My mama did this all the time to my daddy, it usually worked in her favor.

"I promise I'm not going to hit you again. You can trust me boy." I said to him, and I saw his brow fall. He looked at me and then our hands, I was still caressing his knuckles absentmindedly awaiting his response.

"Call me Elias." He said to me, I smiled softly and nodded.

"You gonna free me now Elias?" I asked him sweetly, he chuckled and nodded. He unlocked our fingers and I retreated my hands reaching behind me for my sack. I pulled the sack in front of me and placed it in my lap. I opened it and pulled out a quarter piece of chocolate. I saw him looking at me as I acted as if I were about it to eat it. His mouth agape and eyes fixated on the small piece of milk chocolate sweetness. I giggled and extended my hand to his face allowing him to eat from my own hand, if he so chooses.

"If we're going to be friends Elias, you'd eat it from my hand. It's just a chocolate coin, my daddy bought me a sackful." I said to him softly, waving the piece in front of his nose. He came closer and I leaned in he opened his mouth and took the chocolate from between my fingers careful not to bite me. I pulled my hand back before sitting the sack in between us to share. We ate the chocolate side by side, enjoying the silence of nature till our stomachs were full. I grabbed my blanket and stretched it out behind us before laying back head to the trees and sky. Elias did the same but I could feel his eyes on me.

"What you looking at boy?" I asked him but softly still, I was tired of picking fights for now at least. He came closer and I felt his thumb come in contact with the corner of my mouth. He wiped something away for me I'm assuming. As I turned to thank him, I noticed him take his thumb into his own mouth licking the chocolate off of it with his eyes closed as if savoring the taste. I froze feeling heat in my cheeks for once. I looked to the sky again trying to avoid getting caught staring.

"T-thank you Elias." I said to him quietly, he hummed and shifted looking back up at the sky.

"Thank you for the sweet chocolate." He said just as quiet. We both seemed to just go with the flow of time and nature for the rest of that afternoon.

Coming back to my senses, I leaned back in to kiss him again. This time with a little more passion, I didn't know what was coming over me but something told me to not waste the moment. His plump lips flowed with mine as we made out under the stars. I felt his tongue tap my lips asking to part, I followed his command and he slipped his tongue in to entangle with my own. The kiss was heated, something I'd never done with any boy before. I needed a breath of air, I pulled away and hummed out softly. He didn't let up, his lips connected with my chin, then my jawline as he held my face in his palm. He trailed his soft succulent kisses down onto my neck and decided to kiss along my collarbone. His tongue licked and sucked the salt off my now perspiring skin around my collarbone.

"I-I feel, E-elias that feels really good." I stammered over my words trying to suppress my moans. His hand that rested on my face a moment ago now was grazing my breast through my soft pale pink cotton night gown. He rubbed a thumb over my prickly and harden exposed right nipple. His battered hand fully holding and supporting the perched up large right breast. He still worked my collarbone, almost awaiting my permission for him to move downward.

I let out a breathy soft whine as he pinched my nipple, bringing me back to the moment his eyes gazing up at my pleasured face. Lust in his eyes, passion swirling around in them also. I pushed at his chest pushing him off of me. I stood slowly, thighs pressing together as I felt built up wetness in my nether region. I ignored it and stepped off the steps and on the grass. He looked at me wiping his lips softly, watching me intently to figure out what I was about to do.

"Come here Elias, I want to show you something." I said to him softly. He smirked rising slowly still holding his side, but not as tight anymore. I walked backwards beckoning him with my finger. He followed with an intense stare. I looked from him to the shed behind my home. I reached to grab the door knob opening it slowly stepping inside. Elias came in, I closed the door behind us and took up the matches beside the window in the shed. I struck the match and lit the two window seal candles, giving us some additional lighting besides the glaring full moon. I watched as he looked around standing in the middle of the shed. He glanced over everything slowly, until his eyes landed on the old couch covered in a forest green sheet. It was pressed against the back of the shed. That's when he felt me staring hands behind my back. He looked at me from his peripheral before, turning around to face me. His bruised face gleamed in the low lighting, I could see the bruises more clearly now.

"You decorated this place yourself?" He asked me holding that same intense look in his eyes. I nodded and he hummed in content.

"It fits you, books here and there, the candles, it's cozy feeling." He complimented the space, I smiled softly.

"It's not much but it's where I come when I want privacy of my own." I said to him, and he looked me over and hummed again. I stepped closer to him, he waited for me to come to him before placing a hand firmly on my face again. I looked up at him as he leaned down slightly to take my lips into his own. This kiss felt like he was savoring the moment, more of a slowed and controlled pace. Much different from what we were doing on the back porch five minutes ago. I moaned into the kiss, pressing a hand on his chest.

I started to move forward as he took steps backwards still keeping our lips attached. When he stopped stepping back, he slowly lowered now seated on the couch. I stood bent over him holding onto the kiss, but with other things in mind than just kissing. My hand trailed from his chest, over the ridged plane of his stomach, until it rested at the top of his pants grazing over the button. He pulled back and I continued to kiss his cheek and jawline still waiting for his permission.

"You really want to do this with me?" He asked me, I nodded slowly against his own face.

"Y-yes, only if you want to continue." I said to him in slight stutter preparing for his final answer not sure if this was all a mistake or not. His lips parted to speak.

"You can take the lead then, what you want to do to me?" He asked me, his lips curled into a smirk. I tapped his button shy with a soft smirk, he took the hint helping me unbutton his pants. The zipper trailed down slowly, I took a deep breath before reaching in to caress what lied underneath. His semi-erected member stirred awake at my careful touch. My eyes trailed from Elias's face to his lap. I grasped the flesh in my palm, gently freeing him from his pants. My eyes widen at the member now in my hands, it was more than I'd expected. I almost retreated my hand, but he stopped me bringing me to sit down beside him with the hand still resting firmly on my hip. I looked into his eyes as we sat nearly face to face.

"Don't be scared, I won't do nothing you don't want me to do. I promise." He assured, I nodded knowing that was true. But I wasn't scared of that, I was nervous about how to approach it. In all my twenty one years of life, I hadn't seen anything of the sort. This was all new to me, I never kissed or touched anyone before tonight. Elias probably had a inkling of this in the way that I carried myself. We might've shared a few lingering glances and suggestive conversations here and there but that was all. He knew how to push my buttons, but that was all teasing. Now here we are, no more teasing. We wanted the same thing from each other. I was determined to make something out of this moment. Who knows if we'd ever get one like this again.

"I want to taste it." I said slowly, he raised his brows looking stunned. I almost dropped the flesh and retreated my advances but he gripped my hip softly.

"Never expected words like that to come from out of that mouth. I'm not stopping you, if anything you stop me if I get to be a bit too much for you." He admitted to me, I nodded and watched as he took one of the folded blankets. He threw it down on the wooden floor before us. I looked to it and got up slowly making my way down onto my knees.

My eyes following his still, my hand also holding his now harden member still with extreme care. He parted his legs more allowing me to move in closer. I sat on my knees face to his pelvis, eyes switching from his own to the thick blood rushed pulsating member standing tall and in full view. My mouth salivated a little as I decided to slide a hand up his shaft, beads of moisture collected at the bloomed mushroom tip. It actively seeped out and I decided to take some of that moisture letting my hand gather it all over my palm. He flinched as I slid my hand up and down with light ease, I heard him groan softly. That at least let me know I was doing something right. It wasn't enough for me though, I wanted to please him the best way I could. So I decided to stick my tongue out. I started at the tip lapping up the taste of the moisture seeping out.

The taste was nothing too out of this world. I guess just salty slightly, but I'd take that over anything gross. I enveloped my lips over the tip and sucked softly. My lips massaged the softened gland, that made him whimper. I hummed softly pleased with that reaction also. I continued to savor his member, I took in more inches salivating onto it. My hand worked his base and shaft still, my wrist relaxed but my fingers pressing tenderly. I bobbed my head slowly, wrapping my tongue around what was entrenched in my mouth. He moaned more steadily now, that encouraged me to take more down the gullet.

"Damn, w-where you learn this from-m?" He asked me trying not to stutter too much as I picked up the pace. I ignored his question, I moaned at trying to fit more into mouth. He poked my urethra now, my eyes bulged watering immediately.

"You can take it down slower. No need to rush." He assured me, taking his hand and thumbing away some fallen tears. I resumed lifting up off his member a little, he didn't have to tell me twice. He was too much for my smaller mouth. I got another idea, not letting his fluids or my saliva go to waste. I rested both of my forearms on his knees and took his length into both palms working them in a twisting motion. As I suckled and bobbed on his mushroom tip with care. He muttered out an inaudible curse word, taking his hand and rubbing it down over his face slowly. His eyes never leaving me, he took in the sight and I felt his pulsating member flinch under my working hands. I sucked flushing the length of tongue flatly against his weeping tip. I felt him slowly bucking his hips, he was trying to remain in control of his movements but he was losing it slowly now.

"I'm gonna, fuck, you're driving me crazy girl." He let out before groaning deeply. I hummed taking a little more into my mouth again, still letting both hands take the rest. I sucked harder and that's when I felt it at his base, his member flinched and next thing I know my mouth was flooded with warm salty liquids. His hips stuttered and he let out a throaty moan. I pulled off his member slowly not wanting to make a mess. I looked up at him as he eyed me breathing heavily. I gulped down the load and he looked with shock, but then a grin spread across his lips. I went back to cleaning off his member with my tongue and even licking our fluids off my own hands. I stood slowly, and that's when he sat up also both hands firm on my waist now.

"Did you like that?" I asked him glowing with anticipation of his answer. I should've known he wouldn't answer me properly. I felt him guiding me down onto the couch, he took my face in his hand as he smashed his lips onto mine for a deep kiss once again. I let him lead the kiss, his free hand went immediately back to my breast. He pulled away, pecking my Cupid's bow. I opened my eyes and looked into his.

"Can I go on?" He asked me, my breath caught in my throat but I nodded feeling so sure in the heat of the moment. Disregarding my heart beating out my chest. He took the nodding as an answer, and proceeded to kiss along my body. I lifted slightly pulling up my gown to free myself and allow him more access to my body. I stopped as my fingers grazed my fluffy pudgy abdomen gently. My still movements weren't missed, Elias looked up into my face but then down at my hands keeping my gown still wrapped firmly against my hips.

I looked into his eyes and saw something soften in him. He came back up to kiss me, no haste, no forcing. He kissed me slow and steady like. I held the bunched up gown closer, but not for long I felt his hand graze my own. Both of his hands now planted on my own, he helped me raise my hands slowly the gown still firm in my grasp. He guided our hands upward, breaking away from our kiss to free the garment from body. He took the gown and threw it onto the table stand beside the couch. His lips clasped onto mine again, I breathed slowly not fully confident in my movements anymore. Especially once his hands ghosted over my exposed body. I felt his hands on my thighs squeezing the plushness, I hummed at that. His hands slid from my thighs to my protruding hips, he palmed both hips pressing his finger into the top of my bottom.

"Your skin is so velvety soft, your body feels so right in my hands." He said on my lips and I hummed again, pleased to hear his compliments. His hands went from my hips to curving along my abdomen. I came to a slow halt once again feeling his thick fingers massaging into the fat flesh adorning my midsection. He still kissed me softly, but stopped noticing I wasn’t returning the favor any longer. When he pulled back the tears pricked my eyes and then cascaded down my round plump cheeks. I closed my eyes embarrassed, he grabbed my face with both hands kissing away the tears.

"Hey, hey, it's ok. Why are you crying baby?" He asked me in a soft yet confused tone. I sighed and sniffled, shaking my head. I grabbed his wrist and looked up at him slowly feeling the knots forming in my stomach. I never had to explain this before.

"I feel unworthy, my body isn't like Mary's or any other girl you've talked to before." I said quietly but still loud enough for him to hear through my cracking voice. He sighed lowly, dipping to peck my lips in his before pulling back. He pecked my round cheeks, my chin, my nose, my weeping eyes, and then my forehead gently. He held my face in his hands and pulled back meeting my eyes again.

"I don't want to ever hear that coming from you again. Don't compare yourself to those other girls. You're beautiful just the way you are. You've always been the girl my heart sped up for. The girl my stomach fluttered around. The girl my member pulsated at. The girl that occupied my mind every day. If anybody was unworthy here, it'd be me. I'm the heathen your mama would be upset you brought home to meet her one day." He stated, I smiled softly with wet eyes while softening my gaze as he looked into them. I nuzzled my face in his hands gripping his wrist softly.

"You want to meet my mama?" I asked him, he smiled softly and nodded before opening his mouth to speak.

"I want to meet your mama, your daddy, your granddaddy, your grandmother, the list goes on. I want to be actively apart of your world and your life for as long as you'd have me." Elias said seriously, I blinked back tears again and smiled wider nodding.

"I'd like that a lot Elias. I want to share my world with you also." I said to him softly, he smiled and kissed my nose once again.

"Good, now would you officially let me court you Georgia?" He asked gently thumbing my bottom lip. I nodded slowly, but that wasn't enough for him. I smiled kissing his left palm and looked into his soft eyes.

"Yes, I'll be yours Elias." I said to him passionately, he grinned at me happy with my response.

"I'm yours too baby, please believe me." He pleaded with me softly. I nodded believing in his word, I was trusting him to be true to his word.

"Now can we resume, only if you're comfortable with me worshipping you in all your beauty?" He coaxed me, I blew out my nerves slowly and nodded giving him a deep kiss. I laid back for his eyes to drink me in, laying before my new man like a feast. I watched as Elias tore off his white tee, and stood to remove his own pants and underwear. I watched his flexed abdomen, he was badly bruised on his side still. I vowed to myself with love, care, time, and proper healing. I would nurse every sore muscle, wound, and scar riddled on his caramel complexioned body. He stood there before me as I laid out looking over him in awe. I raised both my legs placing my hands over my vagina that leaked and gushed at the sight of him. I squeezed my thighs together tight suppressing my whimpers, awaiting him to join me.

"You mewling at me baby doll? You want me to touch you, but where you want me to touch you first?" He asked in that slick southern raspy drawl. My breath hitched, but I was sure to still find the words to speak what I wanted.

"I want you inside of me Elias, I want you to be my first." I said to him honestly, he looked at me wantonly moving back onto the couch kneeling before me. He touched my pinned together knees with both of his hands, parting them slowly. My hands laid pressed against my slick mound protectively covering my vagina. Stack smirked and decided to lightly trail his fingers around my thick supple thighs. He tapped along my thighs lightly like he was playing major scales on a piano. He was teasing me, just as I was teasing him by not moving my hands still. I giggled at the feeling of his finger tickling closer and closer in the inner parts of my thick supple thighs. My breath hitched when he took one of my fingers and raised it slowly. I played along as he went to the next finger and so forth and so on until all ten of them were raised but stacked atop of my vagina still.

"I'm going to move them now baby, trust me I got you ok." He tried to keep me calm, I watched him closely biting my lip with nervousness. He grabbed both my hands placed them gently on my spread apart knees. My chest rose and fell, as we silently shared a deep meaning look at each other. He broke the gaze, trailing his hungry eyes down my body slowly. Taking in the neck and collarbone bites he left behind on me, that made him smirk. His eyes met with my perky dark chocolate nipples, he bit his bottom lip now wanting to suck my nipples it seemed.

"You want to taste them don't you?" I used my hands to lift my heavy breast pressing the full cup together in a teasing manner.

"I'm patient but I ain't that patient. If you jiggle them again before my eyes. I'll show you why the girls call me Daddy Fat Stacks." He teased sticking his thick and unusually elongated tongue out at me. My core pulsed imaging how it would feel to have it squirming inside of me. Lost in thought and heat rising in my core. I hadn't noticed how his eyes glinted with love as he reached down to smooth his muscular hands over my fluffy abdomen yet again. It caught me off guard and I watched him massage my stomach gently yet again. With warmth in his eyes he moved in between my love handles, causing me to squeeze my eyes shut in a soft wince. I guess he noticed because I felt his hand now caressing my cheek again, my eyes fluttered open and I watched as he was smiling softly with remorse pooling in his tear ducts.

"I should've done more to assure you that you are beautiful. Even if it wasn't in terms of romance, just in terms of friendship and overall basic human decency. You’re absolutely beautiful and anyone who made you feel otherwise, myself included are all wrong. I'll spend every day from here on out proving that to you too." Stack said as his eyes glistened, no tears fell but mine already at the brinks yet again. I kissed his palm and cuddled it feeling the severity of his sentiment all over. The goosebumps prickling my skin now made apparent to him. He dipped to kiss my forehead and my couple of fallen tears away one by one before taking my lips into his. He kissed me deeply, I felt his body lowering onto mine he rested directly in between my thick thighs. His thick member flush against my slick mound, humping me lightly and uneven but still erotic enough for my heart to race and light moans to escape in anticipation.

"You feel me baby? That pulsating touch grazing your warm center. It's what you do to me even without the sex. I can't wait to touch you deeply." Stack said in a breathy whisper on my lips as he kissed along my jaw still grinding on top of me. I need him deeply as well, I wanted to feel him and connect deeper with him.

"Don't waste time, I'm right here. I trust you so put it in me." I responded to his surprise, he pulled back with a look of lustful marvel. I bit my lip and held his gaze awaiting. Before I knew it he was sliding into me, the stretch burned as his member slowly inch by inch penetrated my saturated canal. Tears in my eyes again, I squeezed them shut and that prompted him to kiss me again. He took my agape mouth as his sign to insert his tongue. We submerged ourselves in a wet and sensual kiss, it took my mind off of the pain as he fit as much as he physically could inside of me. I clenched and he moaned deeply in my mouth, pulling away breathless.

"I can't take it, I feel like I could cum off impact. You feel so damn good around me Georgia." He said in confused bliss, I giggled breathlessly and he took that as a sign of adjustment. He looked down and I followed his line of sight. He was mostly buried inside of me and although it burned like hell upon entry. The ache was starting to subside and the need to feel his pulsating member exploring my depths flooded my mind. I took my hand and found his chin dragging his eyes back to mine. I nodded unable to speak, and he understood immediately. His hips started to roll, causing friction inside as his member now started to slide out of me. The wanton moan that escaped my lips as he sucked along my neck after pulling all the way out leaving me desperately open for more of his girth and length.

"Baby you whining already, I'm sorry let me fill you up sweetheart." Stack teased, as he grunted himself upon re-entry. I moaned loudly and decided to let my hands rest on his back dragging my nails down it as he curled into me giving me more inches. He bit the top of my breast taking this time to properly thrust into me. His pace was so delicious, my mouth stayed open and my eyes didn't know how to stop releasing the tears from feeling so filled and my body in sweetly aching. Stack tried to stay steady inside of me but I could feel his pace speeding up and his ragged breaths on my wet nipple that he held near his mouth. I felt something bubbling under the surface of my lower abdomen. I noticed the swell even earlier when I had Stack inside of my mouth. This time it was fully present and rising like the temperature in this small shed.

"S-slow d-dow-n Stack, I think I have to use the bathroom." My voice dragged out in pleasurable anxiousness, over the obscene sound of slick skin slapping. For whatever wicked reason Stack sped up his pace, directly hitting a spot in me that made my skin feel as though it was melting away layer by layer. When he hit it again, I dug my nails deeper into his back causing him to bite my shoulder blade which he had been sucking on.

"No, no, no Stack! You’re hitting something deep inside. I can't take it when you do that!" I whined underneath him, he came face to face with me taking my lips back into his. I cried harder in pure pleasure, he was wrecking me from the inside out. I wanted it to stop, but I also wrapped my legs around his bottom letting him piston away inside of me. Deeper with every heated stroke, I clenched my abdomen tight trying to ground myself and not urinate on this man's member.

"I-it's not piss baby, release it. I want you to let go for me, I need you to let go Georgia. I got you, trust me." Stack said in my ear as he licked the upper tip of my ear and bit my lobe teasingly. His hand tucked behind my head tugging on my hair and pulling my head back some. I cried aloud at his pleas, he groaned into my ear deeply and that sent me over the edge. I let go whatever was boiling at the surface inside of me and let the heated gush wash over us both. My eyes rolled to the back of my head feeling instant satisfaction with my decision to let go around the panting man. Stack rolled his hips hungrily cradling my body and working me through the waves of this blissful high. His hips stuttered between my own set of thighs. I by instinct tightened around him both inside and with my own thighs locking him deeper.

"Elias, it feels so full inside of me. I can feel you deep in my guts." I said in a trance, with that he moaned breathily into my ear and he succumbed to his own high. Coating everything deeply inside of my already drenched walls. His body halted all movement and I decided to milk him dry with my clenched vagina walls. He groaned his hand coming from behind my head to around the front of my throat. He leaned down to kiss me deeply. That’s when I felt another miniature wave of my own release, pour around his still pulsating and oozing member. He pulled back and sat up slowly, hands now on his head wiping his lightly sweaty face. He looked down still buried mostly inside of me. I followed his line of sight watching the translucent and creamy mixture of wetness, pooling around our connected nether regions.

"We made a bigger mess than expected baby doll." He blew out breathily, holding his abdomen where he was still injured. I unlocked my legs from around his thighs and he used my lifted knees to push out of me. With that our fluids pooled out of me and before I knew it. Stack was hovering over my wet mound with a wild look in his eyes damn near salivating. He pushed the back of my thighs up and dipped his tongue into the swirled mixture. His tongue sliced through my swollen plump folds and he used the mixture to sample my aching touch starved sensitive bud that was erected for him. His tongue swirled it, his lips enclosed around it suckling the bundle of nerves. I cried out wantonly, not knowing what to do with my hands. I placed both of my clenched fisted hands on my breast and massaged them in pleasure as Stack's month explored more of my heated core. He lapped up the mixture of our fluids now, cleaning me up but still fucking his tongue into my quivering dripping canal.

"Oh, oh, Stack please. Elias it's too much baby!" I said on edge yet again, rolling my hips humping his mouth with my vagina. His hands planted firmly on the back of my thighs keeping me folded and upward. I released another wave of fluids on his thick tongue. He sucked and lapped me up, wet sounds dancing all around me as I laid blissed out and in a daze. He removed his mouth from my vagina and let my thighs go. He pulled my boneless body up some taking my place on the couch. He rested me onto his body, before I settled in closer. I grabbed the large crocheted blanket that I made a while ago. It that was draped over the edge of the couch. I'm glad I freshly washed and dried it a few days ago. I pulled it over us and rested my head beside his, one leg draped over his pelvis. We laid body to body, letting our breathing even out. His arms draped around my back drawing circles into my love handles slowly.

"That was quite the experience." I said to him, he used his eyes to look over at me out the corner of them. I giggled at his exhausted face, knowing if I didn't look just like him I probably looked worse.

"It was everything and more. I never felt something so satisfying in my life." He breathed out, and I nodded agreeing with him. I was beyond satisfied and effectively satiated for now. My legs felt like jelly, not even sure if I could walk on them properly after what just happened. Don't get me started on the aching in my pelvic bones as well. I feel well worked out, but so loose and boneless.

"So, when's the next time your daddy will be home?" Elias asked me, I leaned my head up to look over at him clearly. He met my gaze and smirked, I smiled also and laid my head back down slowly.

"In two weeks, mama's planning a dinner party for him. Why do you ask?" I tried to say as coolly as possible as if I was curious why he would be wanting to know about my father. He chuckled lightly at my weak attempt to try to be normal and not overtly excited.

"I got a question to ask him and your mama. Don't worry, I can wait. Can you wait Miss Georgia Nettles?" He asked me coyly, turning to kiss my forehead. I reached over with my hand and grabbed his chin guiding our faces to each other for another sweet and succulent kiss. I pulled away and looked him in his dreamy bedroom eyes, feeling content in his arms.

"Yes, I'm ready whenever you are Mr. Elias Moore." I said to him honestly. He chuckled before kissing me deeply. The moon still high in the sky above the little shed. Our bodies meshed together under the low lit candle light and the moon's glow. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply into Elias's arms. We both drifted off to sleep in record time, smiles plastered on our faces ready for what comes next.

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