Free No Pulling Out by Lola Minx, Ivana Cox Page A

Christie was doing it was just… weird.
     
    She wasn’t moving her head at all. Her lips weren’t very tightly sealed, either, so it was possible she was scraping her teeth all over my boy’s junk. Her cheeks were hollowed, so her suction was probably all right, but I didn’t see her tongue flicking and twirling like it ought to be.
     
    For a moment, I was taken aback. Was the neighbor girl really this bad at giving head? What in the hell did my stepson see in this girl?
     
    My reaction oscillated between confusion and anger. I wanted to yell at them both, but it almost seemed like Mark’s shitty blowjob was punishment enough.
     
    I rubbed the back of my neck as Christie finally dislodged his cock from her throat, jumping up and covering her mouth with her hands as Mark finally got traction on the sheets.
     
    “Mr. Devon!” she cried, her knees quaking beneath the pleats of her plaid skirt. “W-We were just…”
     
    “I know what you just,” I snarled as Mark pulled on his jeans. I could hear his belt buckle clanking as he stammered:
     
    “D-ddd Dad! It’s not what it looks like…”
     
    I turned on him. “Come the fuck on! Do you think I’m stupid, boy? Get your goddamn clothes on and get the fuck out of my house! I don’t want to see you back here until dinner!”
     
    Being that I’m a fucking big black man certainly put a spring in Mark’s little white-ass step. He bolted from the room, hurrying past me so fast the boy damn near left a speed trail. It was all I could do not to smack him in the back of his head as he skittered out the front door. We’d definitely be having a talk about this bullshit later.
     
    I turned my attention back on Christie. Her ineptitude had rendered me woefully unsure of how to deal with the situation. On one hand, I wanted to lay into her so harshly and send her home so fast she wouldn’t even think of bringing her hot ass over to my house ever again. On the other hand…
     
    …how was it possible to be so bad at giving head?
     
    “Sit,” I said, gesturing to the bed where her Mark’s ass had been not a moment before. I shuddered at the thought. “We need to have a chat.”
     
    “About what?” she asked. I glared at her and she sat, averting her gaze. I hated it when a girl tries to play dumb.
     
    I sighed, rubbed my face with my hands, and closed the door to the room.
     
    “Look… I’ve seen you around the neighborhood and I know you’re an adult now. I get it, my stepson is a smooth talker. You don’t want anything to do with that boy Christie. Besides, I have a rule here. Not in…”
     
    “Not in your house,” she mumbled, scuffing her foot on the floor like a guilty child. “Mark told me. He tried to stop me… Look Mr. Devon, I’m really sorry about this. Please… Don’t tell my parents…”
     
    “You should be sorry, and you’ll be lucky if I don’t tell your parents,” I said, sitting down on the bed beside her. “I can’t stop you two from having sex, but Mark knows damn well he’s not allowed to bring a girl back here to my house. Don’t you two have somewhere else you could go?”
     
    “We don’t… I was just—” she started, but seemed to lose the words before they left her mouth. She seemed upset, almost to the point of frustrated tears.
     
    “Is everything okay?”
     
    “No,” she sighed, wiping at her eyes. “I’m sorry. Mark was just helping me. This whole thing is my fault… It’s just that I’m so lost when it comes to this whole sex thing, Daddy .”
     
    The last word seemed to roll slowly off her lips. What the fuck did she think she was doing? I wasn’t this girl’s sex therapist, and I damn sure wasn’t her Daddy… But the way she said it just about fucking oozed sex.
     
    “I’m not your Daddy, Christie.”
     
    She started to cry, big crocodile tears running down her pretty little cheeks. I had to do something… I had to say something…
     
    “It’s ok honey… I’m sorry,” I