Holding her gaze, I push up her dress while spreading her legs. She’s wearing white cotton panties underneath the floral fabric. The innocence of that simple fabric is hotter than any silk or lace. Her breath catches on a hitch when I trace the seam of her pussy through the fabric. Contrary to the urgency clawing through me, I’m slow in hooking my fingers into the elastic and pulling those good girl panties down her thighs. I want to drag out the moment. I want to make it last. Though, it’s hard when she’s posed on the side of the bed like a naughty picture with her dress bunched up and her underwear pulled down. Gripping her ankles, I bend her knees and place her feet on the edge of the mattress. She falls back, catching her weight on her arms. With her panties constraining her legs, she can’t spread, but the simple idea of having her bound, even in this minute way, is more erotic than the widest split.
The first time I tasted her made me dizzy. I’ve never eaten another woman’s pussy. Somehow, it feels more personal than fucking. Like kissing. Throwing her thighs over my shoulder, I lower my head to that spot that gives me goosebumps. The first lick is a tease, more for me than her. She cries out when I nip the soft flesh where her ass meets her thigh. I kiss my way back up to her clit, clamping the nub between my teeth while flicking it with my tongue. She hollows her back, trying to pull away from the touch, but a soft bite has her surrender quickly. Her pants drive me crazy. The sounds tell me she’s close, and I’m not going to spare her.
Gathering her arousal, I push two fingers inside. Her channel tightens when I start to pump, but I’m beyond giving her a reprieve. The only objective is making her come as quickly and as hard as possible, which she does when I curl my fingers and find her G-spot. Her back hits the mattress as her arms collapse. My cock is so thick it aches. It’s not the explorative lust from those first couple of times, but a dark desire that has grown into a dangerous need as my fixation with her has fully matured.
I French kiss her folds like an inexperienced, overeager teenager, all tongue and teeth, and suck hard on her clit one last time before abandoning my favorite foreplay for something far more darker, far more intense. I’m not suppressing it any longer. I embrace it. This is who we are, who we’ve always been.
We were made for each other.
“Get rid of the dress,” I order in a hoarse voice as I peel out of my clothes.
She opens her eyes to stare at me with that hazy light she gets with the afterglow of her orgasm, her gaze dropping south when I reach for my pants.
“Now, Kristi.”
I’m naked before she’s pushed the straps of her dress over her arms. Too late. The darkness that drives my need outweighs my patience. I crawl over her, trapping her hands between our bodies. For a glorious moment, she’s pinned under me, the weight of my body keeping her where I want her, on her back with her bent legs turned to the side. I lift just enough to grab the root of my cock and position the head at her slit. A small forward roll of my hips, and the tip parts her pussy lips. Her head tips back, all efforts of undressing forgotten. She moans as I rock my hips until I’ve worked the head inside. I finish the task of pulling her dress over her head, and she arches her back obediently to make my work easier. Lying naked in front of me except for those panties around her thighs, she’s the most beautiful sight of ruined innocence. Perfect beauty. My pure angel.
I brush a thumb over her bottom lip, smearing her lipstick in an erotic way, a way that makes me twitch to plunge deeper inside her. “Do you want it rough?”
Her inner walls contract, gripping me harder. Her eyes widen a fraction.
“Do you, ginger?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
A whisper isn’t going to do it. I need certainty. “Beg.”
“Please. Please, Jake.”
My inner demon roars. Lust makes my ears ring. Sliding my palms over the smooth skin of her stomach, I drag them up over her ribs. I fasten one on her soft breast, and the other around her slender neck. Tightening my grip marginally, I push her into the mattress and drive home. The scream she almost utters as I take all of her in one go is cut short by the squeeze of my fingers. I’m not cutting off her airflow, but the simple act of controlling her sounds sends a rush straight to my groin. I pin her down as I start to move, hammering a rhythm into her that is going to leave bruises. Her lips part in soundless cries, her eyes rolling back in her head. I can fuck her like this all night.
I seek her lips, my kiss gentle, both a reward for being a good girl and encouragement for what’s still to come. When she’s soaked up the kiss, I give it to her harder, because this is what my girl needs. I sink deep and pull back only to sink deeper with strokes that makes my body break out into a sweat. She grabs my upper arms, her nails biting into my skin as our groins slap together with a relentless pace. With her legs bent to the side, the angle of penetration is intense, and it only takes another few minutes before her grip on my cock tightens and her inner walls flutter. I let her ride out the orgasm, keeping her body pinned in the same position before pulling out and flipping her over. Boneless, she lies flat on her stomach. I spear through her folds from behind, letting the curve of her ass cushion my balls. She hums her appreciation when my hands fold around her neck once more, holding her in place with a tight grip as I fuck her senseless.
There’s one more thing that’s due, a part of her she promised me. Pulling out, I grab her hips and pull her onto her knees so that her ass is up in the air. For this, I need her wide open. I wiggle her panties, which have fallen to her knees, over her calves and free her feet. Then I gather her arousal and lubricate her asshole.
“Jake,” she cries on a little shocked whisper, straining her neck to look back at me.
“You promised, remember?”
I want all of her. I need everything.
“I don’t know—”
“I’ll go slow. We’ll stop if you can’t handle it.”
She whimpers when I sink a finger into her tight hole. I give her time to adjust before pumping slowly. Her tremulous exhale tells me she feels a bit of pain. Using my free hand, I play with her pussy, building her need again. She moans when I part her folds and dip two fingers inside. I work her up until her inner walls start tightening around my fingers and then add another one to her ass.
Seeing her body accepting me, both her holes stretched and filled with my fingers, is almost too much. I push down the lust that demands I pummel her ass right away. I focus on her. If she’s going to take my cock in her virgin hole, she’ll have to get used to three fingers first. I gather more of her slickness and ease a third into her tightness. She squirms, pushing her ass back as I start to finger fuck her in all earnest. Sweat runs over my temple. My body is a furnace, about to burst into flames.
“Still good?” I somehow manage to get out. My voice is guttural, more animal than man.
“Yes,” she whispers, looking at me with her cheek pressed flat to the mattress.
“You’d maybe want to stuff some of the sheets into your mouth.” This is private. I don’t care to broadcast what we’re doing to Jasmine or anyone else for that matter.
Her fingers clench on the comforter, bunching it in her fists. “I’m ready.”
It’s all I need. I pull my fingers from her body. Spitting in my palm, I lubricate the head of my cock and place it at her dark hole, so prettily stretched and ready for my cock. Even if I ease in gently, her body already tries to expel me.
I rub a hand over her back, up her spine. “Relax.”
She takes a few deep breaths, and I sink deeper. Fuck, she’s tight. Her virgin channel grips me so hard I’m already close to coming. Pinching my eyes closed, I shut out the alluring visual. I focus on her breathing, going deeper every time she exhales. It takes a long time, but I don’t want to hurt her. When I’m lodged inside up to my balls, she doesn’t ask me to stop. She’s still on her knees, offering her ass. We’re both shuddering, me from holding back and her from the strain of taking all of me. I start moving slowly. She pushes her fist
against her mouth, her eyes scrunched up.
“Must I stop, ginger?”
She utters a muffled, “No.”
Placing one hand on her nape and the other on her hip, I keep her upper body down while holding up her ass for support. When I really start moving, her legs are going to cave.
“Ready?”
She opens her eyes and gives a small nod.
I lengthen my strokes until I glide in an out at an easy pace. Her asshole clenches every time I leave it empty before my cock head stretches the ring of muscles again to take my length. She does beautifully, grinding back against me and biting on her knuckles to stifle her moans. When she’s fully with me, her body adapted to the new kind of invasion and her need as high as mine, I go for the last stretch with all I’ve got. I’m beating into her, letting her tightness squeeze me closer to climax. It builds like an electric storm, lashing over my body and erupting in hot jets of cum that fill up her ass. My cry is savage, barely contained. Jerking out, I lean over her to grab a rubber from the nightstand. While I tear open the foil with my teeth, I unabashedly watch my cum dribble from her ass. The sight is erotic and satisfactory. It spells only one thing. Mine. I quickly roll on the condom and sink my still hard cock into her soaked pussy. I can go another round. I can go several with her. She never fails to excite me.
I work her hard, not that I need to. She’s close. I can hear it in the high pitch of her moans. Our pants fill the room. I hammer into her while my cum leaks from her asshole. That sight alone triggers the start of another ejaculation. Fuck. I’m going to come dry. I flatten the heel of my palm on her clit and rub in circles. Her lower body contracts. Her channel closes like a vice on my cock. My climax hits just as she comes with a soundless cry, her whole body pulling tight. As predicted, my cock doesn’t spit up cum. I grimace as my dick spasms painfully, futilely trying to produce some relief. I’ll need another few minutes before I have juice again. Maybe I can keep my cock inside her, make us both come again.
The sound of her whimper is her surrender. I may be holding her down, but she’s the one controlling the game. When she gives a meek shake of her head and says, “No more,” I stop moving. Catching my weight on my arms, I lean over her body to kiss the corner of her mouth. I slowly kiss my way down her spine, worshipping every vertebra.
Emptying myself inside her body fills me with primal satisfaction. I don’t only want my cum in her ass, I also want it in her pussy. I’ve always wanted her like this. Getting her pregnant was always a given. It happened sooner than either of us planned, but it would’ve happened regardless. The knowledge is a deep-seated certainty, a truth that comes to the surface when time has finally eroded all pretenses and masks.
Folding my arms around her waist, I bring us to our sides. I brush her hair aside and kiss her neck. “I’ll always love you, Kristi, no matter what happens now or in the future.”
The minute the sun is up, I make coffee and take a cup to Kristi, who’s still asleep. I kiss her lips. “Wake up, ginger.”
She moans and stretches, then winces.
I brush a thumb over her scar. “Sore?”
“A little.” She smiles and yawns. “In a good way.”
“Tired?”
I hate to disturb her sleep, especially since we’ve all had a rough night with Ulis’s non-stop fussing, but Nancy will be here shortly to drop off Noah before going to work. I hate to think this is how nights were with Noah, and that I wasn’t here to help Kristi. It was wrong. It’ll feel even wronger if I get to be there for Jasmine.
Kristi rests her back against the headboard and takes the cup from me. “Mm. Coffee in bed. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Speak to Ahmed. According to Jasmine, he gave her the money for the flight. Then I’m booking a paternity test.”
“I better speak to my mom before she runs into Jasmine and hears it from her.”
“What will you tell her?”
“The truth.”
“All of it?” I don’t even want to think what my mother-in-law’s opinion of me will be.
“What happened is in the past. You made mistakes. Who doesn’t? I’m not ashamed of you, Jake.”
There are mistakes, and then there are mistakes. Right now, my gratitude is too big to contradict my sweet, generous wife.
While Kristi is having a shower, I call Ahmed.
“Hello, old friend,” he says. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Jasmine is here.”
“Jasmine?”
“The girl from The Princess who dressed up as Cleopatra.”
“I know who she is. My response wasn’t a question. It was an expression of surprise.”
“She has a kid.”
“I know.”
“She says he’s mine.”
“Is he?”
“If he is, she tricked me. She said you gave her the money for the flight.”
“Why would I do that?”
“My question exactly.”
“That’s quite a mess you find yourself in.”
“You have no idea.”
“How’s your lady taking it?”
“I don’t deserve her.”
“No, you don’t.”
“Do you have any idea how Jasmine got her hands on enough money for a one-way ticket to South Africa?” I know how much the club pays. There’s no way she earned enough for airfare.
“You know I don’t hang out at the club. I’ll have to ask around.”
“I’ll appreciate that. How’s the business?”
“Growing.”
“Then you’re not missing me.”
“Didn’t even notice you were gone.”
I chuckle. “Take care, asshole.”
The line goes dead.
Kristi steps out of the bathroom, a towel draped around her body. “What did he say?”
“He doesn’t know where she got the money from, but he’s going to ask around.”
“Does it really matter how she got here?”
“I have a funny feeling about this, and I don’t like it.” If she stole the money, she may be in some serious shit, and the minute she stepped foot into this house, she dragged my family into it. Walking to Kristi, I cup her face and steal a quick kiss. “Don’t worry about it. We’re going to sort it out. I promise.”
Her smile is faint as she goes on tiptoes and kisses me back. My lips still tingle with her touch when the doorbell rings.
“Damn,” she says, hopping on one foot while fitting the other into a pair of shorts. “That’ll be Nancy.”
“I’ll get it.”
Noah jumps into my arms when I open the door. Laughing, I kiss the top of his head. “Hey, bud. Did you have a good time?”
“Super,” Nancy says. “Don’t tell Kristi, but we watched Spiderman and ate French fries until past his bedtime. Definitely don’t tell her I let him have ketchup with those fries.”
Yeah. I grin. Kristi insists on a healthy diet for Noah, and according to her, there’s too much sugar in ketchup.
Peering over my shoulder, Nancy clears her throat. “I better get going. Tell Kristi I say hi.”
When I look back, Jasmine is standing in the door.
I can’t stop my voice from sounding a little hostile. “Where’s Ulis?”
“Sleeping.” She pulls her hair into a ponytail. “Finally.”
Lowering Noah to the floor, I take his hand and start making my way to the kitchen. “I’ll make breakfast.”
“He’s cute,” she says, staring at Noah while sawing her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Yeah, he is.”
I don’t offer more. Not for now.
Gina doesn’t freak out when I explain about Jasmine. Of course, I don’t go into the gritty details of fifty times. Kristi told her and Eddie what’s going on, but I still feel they should hear it from me. I book a paternity test in Johannesburg. It’s quicker to get an appointment and more d
iscreet. Jasmine resists until I give her an ultimatum. It’s the test, or I’m sending her back on the next flight.
Ahmed calls back a short time later.
“Did you find out anything?” I ask.
“Jasmine stole the money from the club when she came in for her last paycheque. Izak’s been looking for her.”
I go cold. Theft isn’t something Izak will simply let slide. “How the hell did she manage that?”
“The profits from the gambling room was lying on Izak’s desk when she came in for her cheque. He said he answered the phone, got a drink, and after she’d left he noticed the money was gone.”
“Idiot.”
“He never thought one of the girls would try something so stupid.”
Dragging a hand over my unshaven jaw, I sigh. “I’ll deal with it.”
“Let me know if Izak gives you any trouble.”
“I appreciate that.”
I hang up and dial the club. It takes me a long time to strike a deal with Izak, offering to pay him back double the money Jasmine has stolen. A transfer later, and the deal is sealed.
I take it up with Jasmine in the car on the way to take the test. “Are you fucking crazy?”
She fiddles with the strap of the safety belt. “I was desperate.”
“Izak could’ve had you killed. Damn you, Jasmine. He could’ve hurt my family.”
“I didn’t mean anyone harm.”
“Next time, think your actions through and don’t put your hands on things that aren’t yours.”
“What now?” She trembles visibly. “Did you tell him I’m here?”
“I paid your debt. If it happens again, you’re on your own. Got it?”
“Yes, Jake.”
“Good.” She puts her hand on my leg, but I move it away. “There’s one thing you’ve got to understand. Whatever the outcome of that test, I’m with Kristi. That’s the way it’s going to stay.”
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