Angel - Chapter 10 (Last chapter!)

The feeling was so intense that I felt I would die from the pleasure. I squeezed my pussy around his dick to create a heated friction. Faster he went with his cock sliding it in and out making me scream his name over and over. Deeper he pushed making me feel like his cock was in my mouth. I could tell he was going to cum and I wanted it in my mouth. 

At the point he was going to blow I turned quickly and feel to my knees. I took his cock in my mouth and sucked the tip. I felt him tighten and opened my mouth slightly. The white cum shoot into my mouth and some dribbled from my lip. I swallowed and licked the remaining off his shaft and licked my lips. I smiled up at him as kissed the head again and stood up. No sooner had I re-buttoned my shirt then we heard the front door open. 

My mother’s voice rang out with a loud hello, and Josh and I struggled to quickly right ourselves before going downstairs. It wasn’t time yet for anyone to know of the affair Josh and I had.

The following day, a small funeral was held for Emily and Josh’s unborn baby. It was only family and close friends and being apart of a community that everyone knew everyone, small was an unrealistic estimate.

The day was warm with only a few clouds scattered about. Johanna and I stood in the foyer waiting for my mother to finish putting in her earrings and my father was fixing his tie.

“Are you sure its okay for me to go?” Johanna asked nervously. “I mean, I don’t really even know her.”
“Jo, I am sure it won’t matter. And besides, you do know here. Remember when we visited the first time? You talked to her for 3 hours.”

“I know, it’s just so personal now.” She sighed and clutched her little black purse to her side. My parents descended the stairs and Brian was already in the car waiting. It was truly a family affair.

The car ride was silent, each of us reflecting in our own way. My mother sniffled in the front seat and my father patted her knee.

The cemetery was filled with mourners and it was a sea of black; black cars, black suites, black dresses. A little white tent was placed over a small gravesite where 2 seats held a red faced Emily and a stern-faced Josh. I knew he was miserable, but I also knew he wouldn’t show it. He saw my family and offered me a smile. We had discussed that no interaction could take place while we were there for the simple fact that it wouldn’t look right.

I wanted desperately to wrap my arms around Josh and comfort him, but I would have to wait until later when we were alone. I sighed. We moved closer to the others who were standing around talking softly and each taking a turn patting Emily’s shoulder and shaking Josh’s hand. Emily’s parents were standing behind her and Josh’s parents behind him.

When we got close enough to the seated couple to pat the shoulder and shake the hand, I was again hit with a sense of familiarity with the man who was standing behind Emily. It dawned on me that it was the man I had seen at the hospital as I was leaving. He was the man who held the elevator door for me.

The ceremony was short and sweet and beautiful as a funeral for an infant can be. A short time later we were back in the car and headed home. I relaxed my head against the back of the seat and closed my eyes. It had been a crazy week and although I wasn’t used to the whole family togetherness thing, I was glad to be home.

I was starting to drift asleep when a though crossed my mind that jarred me completely bolt upright. My eyes widened with a realization of something that had been hiding below the line of my psyche. Several moments later I relaxed enough to recline against the seat. I needed to talk to josh.

I debated calling Josh the minute I walked in the door and then thought better of it. I knew that Emily was in a delicate position and even though I knew Josh would love to hear from me I would wait for his call.

It wasn’t until almost 11 when he did finally call. I picked up on the first ring.

“Hello?” I said into the receiver.

“Hey Angel,” Josh said lightly. “How are you?”

“I’m good.” I said. “Listen, I have to talk to you. Can you come over here?”

“Sure. What’s up?”

“I have something interesting to tell you. Something to do with Emily. Well, not really Emily, but with her father.” I heard Josh breathing.

“I’ll be right there.” He said and hung up.

Fifteen minutes later I saw his headlight flash onto my street and he turned them off before pulling into the drive. I met him at the door and we walked to the basement.

Before I could say a word, Josh pulled me into his arms and kissed my face, my mouth, my nose. He splayed his hands over my ass and lifted me gently onto the couch and leaned in for another deep kiss. I pushed him away before my body started responding and me mind checked out.

“Listen, Josh.” I said pushing his hands away. “I wanted to tell you something.”

“Mmm? What’s that?” He asked nosing his face against my neck.

“About Emily’s dad.” I paused and wiggled out of Josh’s grip and stood next to the chair as Josh sighed and sat down.

“What Angel?” he asked shrugging his shoulders. “What do you know?”

“I know Emily’s dad.” Josh looked confused.

“How do you know him? I didn’t think you did.”

“I didn’t think so either.” I said. “But I knew him before today. I knew him in Baltimore.” Josh stared at me and blinked his eyes.

“You mean…” He stopped and swallowed, his adams apple bobbing in his dry throat. “You mean you fucked him?” I was quite for a second, trying to figure out how to respond.

“It was a guy. It was a man who was paying me to service him. It was money to pay my pimp and my rent.” I began to cry softly. “I didn’t know Josh! How was I supposed to know?”

Josh stood, running his fingers through his hair and cussed softly under his breath. His eyes had turned dark and for a second I was afraid he might explode.

“You’re right. You’re right.” He said, coming nearer to me with his arms opened. “I know you didn’t know. But fuck Angel, this makes things complicated!”

“No it doesn’t!” I said looking into his eyes. “Don’t you see, this makes it easier!”

“How in the world do you think that?” He asked.

“You said that Emily’s father would throw a fit if you tried to divorce his daughter. Not to mention probably fire you from your job.” I paused for a breath. “Don’t you see? We have something on him. You’ll tell him you know he was in Baltimore with a hooker and if he doesn’t want anyone to know, he better agree to a divorce and let you keep your job.”

“What makes you think he won’t tell everyone then that you’re a hooker?”

“He won’t!” I said. “He knows that if he does that he will still get shafted. He is a very predominate figure around here. He wouldn’t jeopardize that.” Josh thought about it for a minute and then smiled.