I hold myself there for a long time, staring down at the way her body vibrates like she’s not going to be able to take this. Like she’s going to have to slide away.
But then I feel the instant when her body decides she needs this, she can’t live without it. Her hole relaxes a tiny bit – but she’s still clinging to me tightly like she can’t imagine us apart – and she lets out a shivering moan.
“Oh, fuck, that feels… different, new. Oh, God.”
“You like it,” I snarl, shifting my hips slowly, sliding my cock out of her hungry-for-it pussy.
“Yes,” she moans.
I smirk as I begin to slide in and out of her, her young pussy making her passage soaked and easy for me to slip in and out of, savoring every movement, every time she pulses and slips down against me. I massage her ass as we start meeting in the middle.
“There,” she gasps as I grind down and she pushes back.
“I feel it too,” I growl.
Her pussy flutters when we meet in that exact spot, her fingers digging into the sheets and pushing back so we can collide in the center. She makes a moaning noise as I slide out of her, turning to face me with twitching eyes that look as if they’re trying to close in euphoria.
“Fuck, that feels so good, when you do it like that…”
“Like this?” I growl, picking up my speed.
I pound into her hard, over and over, claiming her hole as she has no choice but to fall under my weight against the sheets.
“Ah, ah, ah,” she cries. “Yes. Fuck. It’s so…it burns, you’re burning me up.”
“Tell me your pussy needs it,” I roar, bringing my hand down in a stinging kiss on her ass cheek.
“Ah, it needs it,” she whines. “Fuck, it needs it bad. Keep going, Kaleb. Please keep…”
I growl in pure possession when her voice cuts off and she starts to tremble on the end of my dick, her pussy getting ultra-tight again as I push inside of her. She gasps as though she’s drowning, as though she’s struggling to find the air, and then she begins to buck and writhe as buckets of her thick cream spill down my cock.
I let out a carnal roar as I fuck her harder against the bed, staring down in wonder at the thick rivers of her virgin cream coating my massive throbbing dick.
“Oh, you horny fucking thing.”
I slide my hand over her pussy, around my dick, and over her ass cheeks, causing her rippling bouncing beauties to shimmer for me with each movement.
The end of my cock pulses, and for a terrifying second I think I’m going to explode inside of her.
But I hold myself back, pounding her roughly instead, roaring as more and more cream squirts onto my cock.
She collapses against the bed.
I grip her thighs and move her onto her side, keeping inside of her the whole time, so her legs are folded over and she’s sticking her ass out for me. She looks so vulnerable folded up like this, leaning on her elbow, her other hand hooked under her knees to hold that creamy thick ass in place.
“I need to see those tits,” I snarl, pulling out of her for a second. “Dress. Off. Now.”
“And… you,” she murmurs, looking me up and down. “I should get to see all of you too.”
I smirk at her. “And here I was thinking you were supposed to be nervous, eh? Come on, then.”
I tear at my clothes ferociously, eager to get them off so there’s as little space between us as possible, because we’re wild animals, giving into our most primal desires.
I strip myself quickly, pulling my shirt over my head to find my woman on her back naked in the middle of the bed. She’s got her hands under her knees, holding her pussy open, her full breasts beautifully bear.
I growl as I stalk forward, leaning down and moving my cock to her pussy, reaching over with my free hand and palming her breast as I slide up inside of her.
I snarl like a fucking animal, my teeth clenched as I begin to fuck her again.
She moans as I squeeze her breasts, massaging her nipples at the same time as I set her needy hole ablaze. She bucks and shifts in time with my thrusts.
From this angle, she feels even tighter, but my queen is so wet now – her pussy making gorgeous squelching sounds with each thrust – I know her body needs as much as I can give.
I can’t hold myself back any longer.
She’s mine.
I need to fuck that knowledge into her.
I growl as I start to pound her, shifting my hips far quicker than I was before, my cock feeling like it’s been set on fire as I stare at the way her tits bounce for me, making a damn show of shifting up and down as I fuck her hard, harder each second.
“Oh. Fuck. Fuck.”
She can barely force the words out as the bed begins to shake and the frame squeaks in protest, as I turn my thrusts into something beast-like, like a freight train unable to stop.
I fuck her savagely, grabbing her and pulling her to the end of the bed.
“Bend over again,” I snarl. “I need. To see. That ass. When I come in you. Now, now, now.”
“Yes, yes Kaleb. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. Just hurry the fuck up.”
“Yes, baby.”
She knows I’m speaking to her like this because I want her so badly. She knows I still respect her, need her, love her… well, maybe she doesn’t know that last one.
But she will.
When the time is right.
“You feel perfect,” I growl, drilling her into the bed, unable to look away from my thick dick disappearing noisily into her sopping greedy hole.
It’s like she’s put me under some kind of spell. All I can think about – all that exists – is the gorgeous roundness of her ass. It’s all I can focus on as I gaze down at her, as I drink in the absolute beauty of her body.
She pulses against my dick, her ass cheeks rippling for me, my hands buried deep…
And the way she’s moaning, the way her moans are catching at the end as though she’s close to her own release…
The heat between us, the undeniable fact we’re supposed to be together…
Everything stacks up and then crashes into me.
My cock burns and I thrust faster harder, as she lets out a strangled moan and her pussy gets orgasm-tight. She grinds against me, her hole fluttering hotly around my dick, massaging me as I drive in and out of her, in and out of her, again and again.
More cream slides over my cock, but now it’s like it’s made of flames. Her pussy is giving me everything she has, all the vitality and heat in her body, and aiming it at the sensitive end of my cock so my seed knows to impregnate her.
I can feel my body roaring out with the need to explode into her, to flood her with my seed until her curvy form has no choice but to swell even more beautifully in pregnancy.
Fuck.
I need—
I can’t think.
All I can focus on is her moaning, her ass, her hole.
“You’re mine,” I snarl as I collapse atop her, wrapping my arm around her and holding her close to me as I come spilling my seed deep inside her.
She whimpers and buries her fingers in my forearm, digging in as though for purchase. I grab her shoulder, my forearm across her chest, trapping her against me as we come to a stop.
I growl in her ear, and my woman is panting, still twitching with the aftershocks of her release.
“Fuck,” she murmurs.
I roll to my side on the bed, my heart pounding heavily in my chest. Kelly climbs up the bed and joins me, laying her cheek against my chest, clawing onto my abs with her fingernails.
“Do you mind if we hug?”
“No,” I smirk at the question, moving my hands down to lace them through her hair. “I feel more relaxed then I have in years. I feel, for once, like I belong right here. Like I don’t have to keep searching.”
“For what?” she whispers.
“The next fight, the next project, the next thing. You’re everything to me, Kelly. Eve
rything in the fucking world. We have to make this work.”
She stiffens against me. “Are you talking about Natalie?”
I’m an idiot for saying this now, but Kelly and I have crossed a line. “I know I put my baby in you just now. That makes us bounded, truly bounded, forever. I will never abandon you or my child. So we need to tell her.”
She shakes her head slowly, but then she pauses the movement as a look of realization comes over her face, as if she can’t summon the logic to prove me wrong.
“If I’m pregnant… but even if I’m not, this is big, this is huge.” She paws at my chest. “Could you go back now, pretend like we never did anything?”
I snarl and roll over, pinning her against the bed, crushing her with my chest as her nipples pebble and become hard and needy against my bare skin. She smells so fresh, so ready for another fucking.
“Never. I own you. Forever.”
“So we have to take action.”
“Yes,” I say, my voice feral. “But first…”
I kiss her again. She whimpers, and we forget, letting our bodies tell our minds stories of how this heat is all that matters. Our closeness is all that matters, our bodies fusing together as one.
Telling Natalie could ruin it all.
Chapter Seventeen
Kelly
We sit at the diner the next evening, the sun beginning to set outside, the city still alive with traffic and pedestrians and life. We have a booth at the very end, where my Kaleb looms over a mug of coffee, staring down at it like he’s looking into our future. And seeing the future where this fails, where Natalie and Mom freak out and ruin everything.
I want to reach across and touch his hand, to give him a signal it’s all going to be okay. But we agreed that we wouldn’t touch before we’d told them, just in case they arrived early and saw us before we had a chance to tell them. So all I can do is offer him what I hope is a platonic smile.
It’s so difficult when we’ve spent the last night and morning ravaging each other.
I can’t believe I was ever so worried about being a virgin. Once he collapsed into me and set my body ablaze, it was like we had done it before. My instincts took over and I just realized, I don’t have to be nervous. I don’t have to question every little thing.
I can live in the moment.
But now we have to return to reality, to judgment, and I have no clue if we’re going to survive.
I know we want each other, need each other. But will that be enough?
We haven’t even discussed what we’ll do if Mom or Natalie freak out.
We can’t stand to even consider it.
His eyes meet my gaze, his blue eyes glinting. The corner of his lips twitch. He has the same feral look he got last night, the third and final time we did it when I was trying it out on top. It’s the look that says, That’s right, keep going, I want to watch your confidence grow.
But that means a future together.
We can’t take that for granted.
“Busy evening,” he says, with an ironic grin.
I suppress a giggle. He said that if they’re late, he’ll make the most boring small talk with me possible so people don’t know we’re together. It’s a silly game, and I told him not to because he’d make me laugh, and then we’d seem even closer. But it seems he hasn’t taken my advice.
I love him so much.
No, no, no.
I can’t even think stuff like that before we know we have a chance.
“Looks like the street signal down there is about to change.”
I glare at him. “Street signal? Are you serious?”
He shrugs with a chuckle. “I don’t know. Goddamn, Sassy. I’m…”
“Nervous?” I murmur.
I should correct him for calling me Sassy in public, but I can’t bring myself to do that when the nickname came to him so naturally, as though he can’t stop himself from thinking of me in that way. It means so freaking much because I never had the confidence to make jokes or have an attitude in school, and ever since I’ve never had the chance to try.
Kaleb gives me that chance. I don’t have to worry about him teasing me, or belittling me, or any of that. He’ll let me explore parts of myself no stupid immature douche-king my own age would.
“I guess so.” He takes a sip of his coffee and places it down. “I’ve never been the nervous type. But yeah, I think that’s it.”
“Well, I have been the nervous type. If it’s any consolation, I’m doubly nervous now.”
He sighs. “It’ll be okay.”
I nod, glancing around the diner to see if they’ve come in. It would be hard to miss them with how empty it is. The diner is set slightly back from the sidewalk, so we can see the pedestrians. It must look like a ghost restaurant from out there. We’re the only customers, with a waitress wiping down tables.
“Why did you pick this place?” he asks.
“It was the best location for both of them, I guess. They were both being picky.”
He nods shortly. “When you tell somebody you need to meet them, but you won’t say why they have the right to be picky.”
“Yeah.” I bite my lip as a reflex, as though trying to push down some of the rising uncertainty. I let it go a second later. “I guess there’s no point doing the pantomime if we’re the only ones in here.”
“No.” He smiles… or is it a smirk? It’s so hard to tell with his feral features. “You’re right. Do you want me to wait outside and then come in once you’ve told them, or…”
I flash him a look.
One of his genius ideas was for me to use my Kelly sass, as he termed it, to break the news to them while he provided – as he termed it – outside surveillance. I was giggling like crazy as he suggested the silly plan, but there’s some truth in there.
I’d like to run away before they arrive so I don’t have to be here.
“We both have to be here,” I say.
The bell above the door rings and we turn to find Natalie walking in. She’s got her canvas-green backpack, which holds all her nursing textbooks, and her arms are folded over more books. I remember how she looked when she traipsed over to me with the bully’s doll, and a tear tries to sting my eye.
She looks like what she is, my best friend, my oldest friend.
And I fucked her dad.
Several times.
Maybe this was a mistake.
“Hey, Kelly… and Dad?” She tilts her head at him, coming to a stop at the edge of the table, as though she thinks he’s going to disappear. “Am I going crazy right now? I didn’t know you were going to be here.”
“Sit down, little gnat,” Kaleb says, the nickname making me blaze with guilt and regret and want… want for him to give our children nicknames.
It’s all so tangled up inside of me, difficult to extricate.
“Why are you acting so serious?” she murmurs as Kaleb stands and takes the books from his daughter. He offers to take her bag too and moves it all to the edge of the table.
“Be careful with those,” she murmurs, coming and sitting next to me.
Kaleb’s eyes meet mine, and we realize our mistake at the same time. When Mom gets here, it’s going to be Kaleb and Mom looking at me and Natalie, like they’re giving us a freaking lecture. I should’ve sat next to Kaleb, but Natalie’s blocking me in.
It’s not like I can ask her to move.
“Always studying hard.” Kaleb tries for a grin, but it’s shaky.
“Yeah, Dad, I study.” Natalie looks at me with a question in her eyes. “Guys, what’s going on?”
“My mom’s coming,” I say. “When she gets here, we’ll explain.”
“Um…” Natalie laughs drily. “You know this makes no sense, right? Is one of you ill or something? I don’t get it. Dad, are you and—”
“Just wait,” I say quickly. “I’m sorry, but it’ll be the easiest way.”
“Nobody’s sick, Natalie,” Kaleb says. “This isn’t a bad thing. It’s�
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The door opens and Mom walks in. She’s wearing a large wicker hat and she’s dyed her hair a deep black color… but no, I see her real hair poking around the wig. She’s wearing a heavy jacket.
“Mom, you look like you’re in disguise.” I laugh at the strangeness of her getup as she walks over. “What’s going on?”
“You said to watch out for Lennie, so I did.”
This morning I called Mom to tell her about Lennie and…
Oh, no.
“Mom, did I tell you about the men Kaleb hired?”
“What?” Mom snaps.
“What?” Natalie echoes.
I realize by the twisted shock on their faces how strange that must sound out of context.
How did I forget?
“You know Lennie showed up,” I say.
“Yes… you told me about that this morning. We’re going around in circles, Kelly.”
“Well, Kaleb arranged security to follow us at a distance. I completely forgot to tell you.”
“What did you do, Miss Jones?” Kaleb says, sitting up and glancing out of the window. “The wig, the disguise, was that all of it?”
“No, I was very clever about it, actually,” Mom says, her eyes gleaming in that way they always do when she can’t hold back her pride about something. “I cut through a shopping duplex, changed my appearance, and then met my friend on the other side to make sure Lennie couldn’t follow me. Different cars, you see.”
“Would that work with the men you hired?” I murmur, turning to Kaleb.
“I am so confused right now,” Natalie says, a note of exasperation in her voice.
My mind whirs at the thought that in trying to lose Lennie, Mom might have accidentally ditched her personal security.
“Not if they were expecting her to pull something like that. But with the element of surprise? Shit, it’s possible.”
“But that doesn’t matter, right?” My spine tingles harshly at the thought Lennie could pop up at any second, a vicious sneer on his face, with a bunch of his lowlife goons ready to tear us to pieces. “Because you put a guard on me too?”
He bites down, shaking his head. “I called them off. I wanted…”
He trails off, but he doesn’t have to finish for me to know what he was going to say. I wanted us to be alone.
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