Deliverance of Deliberation

Would it really matter, Taryn thought as Officer Brandon Curtice, the man she had been lusting over since before his wife left her, since that first night she had babysat his two brats, nuzzled at her neck. I don’t know.

“Oh, Mr. Curtice,” she moaned, his hands kneading her breasts through her yellow tank top. “Don’t, don’t stop, please.”

“Just tell me when,” he whispered into the young blonde’s ear. “I’ll only go as far as you want me to.” Brandon slid his left hand down to her crotch, unclasping the button of her tight blue jeans and pressing his fingers against her floral-patterned panties.

“You’re very excited,” the officer smiled, nibbling at Taryn’s ear, prodding her sodden cotton underwear.

“Oh, yes!” the eighteen-year-old girl gasped, his fingers pushing into her sopping, stretching pussy. “Please, oh, please! Make love to me!”

Brandon Curtice blinked, stiffening at her utterance, shaken by those familiar words last spoken by his unfaithful hussy of a wife. Oh God, he suddenly thought, if she finds out, I’ll lose Selene and Brandon Junior.

“What is it?” Taryn asked, confused by her fixation’s dissonance. “Is something wrong?”

“It, it’s nothing,” Brandon said hoarsely. “Just, just-”

“Just that whore who left you?” the young woman said softly. She kissed his cheek. “She’s gone, gone fucking some fat-bellied pig of a man like she’s always done every time you had to work a third.”

“It’s not that,” the officer shook his head. “She’s been pushing for custody lately.”

“Probably wants more money,” Taryn muttered under her breath.

“I, I can’t lose my children,” Brandon continued softly. “They mean the world to me. If she took them away, I, I don’t know what I’d do.”

Taryn looked up into his tearing, green eyes, torn by her lost. She wanted him so much, her loins yearning, pulsing with desire for the handsome father of two, but could she commit herself to her passion, knowing full well that it could destroy the man she had been obsessing over for years? He could be all hers, if the children went away to the tramp, but would Brandon still be the man of her dreams without his children. Why me, Taryn moaned.