by Iona Rose
“Your pussy tastes so good,” Luke said as he dove in again, swiping, licking nibbling and tongue fucking me.
“Yes, yes, oh yes, Luke. Please,” I begged and moaned over the slurping noises.
“What else do you need, baby?” he asked, pushing a finger and then another one in.
“That, yes that,” I groaned, desperate for release.
He pumped into me furiously while I panted and writhed. Just as I was about to orgasm, he withdrew his fingers and in a beat, replaced them with his cock. He gripped my hips and thrust into my pussy hard. I pushed my ass back to take all of him.
I felt like I was floating, with Luke’s hands gripping my hips, his cock filling and fulfilling me. My pussy tightened and clenched uncontrollably around his cock.
Luke growled in response. “You love it when I fuck you hard, right sweet Ella?” He increased the speed of his thrusts.
“Yes. H-harder,” I gasped the words out.
“Like this?” he said, holding me in place and ramming into me.
Tears of pleasure flowed down my cheeks. For the first time in my life, I had met a man whose enjoyment of sex matched my own. Luke made me feel all woman when we fucked. He made me feel like the sexiest woman alive.
“Oh, y-yesss,” I said as his cock plundered me repeatedly.
“Come for me sweetheart,” Luke said.
Sweetheart. He had called me sweetheart. I didn’t care whether it was just in the throes of passion. It felt damn good. My legs suddenly lost all strength as a delicious release came for me.
Luke
I had made several calls and finally we had a puppy. A potential puppy. Ella and I had agreed to go get it in the afternoon, after Molly had woken up from her nap. In preparation, I had also bought a kennel and had one portion of the garden partitioned off. That would be the new puppy’s playground.
Excitement coursed through me as I imagined Molly’s reaction.
I had watched that video from the park countless times. I had never seen Molly so animated and entranced with anything. And it was because of a puppy.
I should have thought of a puppy earlier.
I forced myself to concentrate on work for the next two hours.
At three, a soft knock came on the door then Molly and Ella walked in.
My girls. I arrested the thought as soon as it formed. I couldn’t afford to think of Ella as my girl.
We had an arrangement. I needed to keep this in mind and not get too attached to her. Molly had grown very close to Ella in a short time. The instant bond they had made seemed to have grown stronger every day. They were holding hands as they walked in.
Ella looked so pretty and hot in a dress that stayed a few inches away from her knees. I couldn’t control the pounding of my heart.
“Hello Daddy,” Molly said. She seemed different.
I turned off my laptop and walked around my desk. “Ready? Did Ella tell you that we have a surprise for you?”
My little girl looked at me with big blue eyes and nodded. Her eyes shone with a rare excitement, which lifted my heart.
“We’re ready,” Ella said, a gorgeous smile on her face.
It hit me then how nice it felt to be with a woman who had a natural love for life. I compared Ella to Penelope who had sulked almost three quarters of our married life. Ella met every day as if it was a gift while Penelope had behaved as if life was something to be endured and suffered until she received a party invitation. Then she became animated.
I had my car keys with me and was ready to leave.
Molly walked between us and held both our hands.
It felt like we were a real family.
“Can we have the sunroof open please?” Ella asked.
“Yes ma’am,” I said. “Your wish is my command.” I did as she asked. “Anything else, my ladies?”
Molly giggled from the back.
I tried to play it cool but I couldn’t keep the huge grin from my face.
It looked like a gorgeous day for a drive. The sun spilled into the car casting a golden glow on the girls. The wind blew in and messed up Ella’s hair which made Ella put all of it into a mad bun on the top of her head. Then she turned around to make comical faces at Molly, which made Molly fall over laughing.
Every so often, I stared at them through the rear-view mirror as my transformed daughter and I felt light, as if I didn’t have a care in the world.
I searched my mind to identify and name the emotion I was feeling. I found it. Happy. I felt… happy. I hadn’t felt this way in a long time. My marriage to Penelope had been a miserable mistake. I could admit that now. But it wasn’t a mistake I regretted because it had given me Molly.
I’d been humiliated and angry when she left me for another man, but as time went by, I relished the peace in our lives. Had Molly not been affected so badly by her mother’s leaving, I would have celebrated her leaving us because for the first time in years, I had peace in my life.
Our destination was a farm on the outskirts of the city. It took forty-five minutes to get there.
Ella sang silly songs and made us both laugh with her antics.
The man who married Ella would be a lucky man indeed.
A stab of jealousy pierced through me, surprising me with its intensity. I shook my head as if clearing it of the fog of possessive fury. A part of me, the caveman part, wanted to keep Ella for myself, but the rational side of me recognized how unfair that would be‒I couldn’t offer her what she needed‒what she deserved.
Ella had the heart of an angel, and was such a good person. She deserved a man who could love and cherish her completely. Marry her and be willing to start again. I was not that man.
Once, I had been that man. I wish we had met then. Instead, I had met Penelope, a woman as selfish as they came. We wanted different things in life. When she found out I wasn’t the party guy she needed, she had left.
Which would have been fine, if not for what it had done to Molly. I couldn’t give Molly another mother who might walk out on her again. I’d vowed to myself that I’d never place her in such a vulnerable situation again.
“We’re here!” Ella announced breaking into my reverie.
I drove the car down the graveled road to the farmhouse and killed the engine.
The door of the farmhouse swung open and a man in a straw hat stepped out. “How y’all doing?” he shouted coming to the car. “You must be the folks my Maggie told me about, coming for the puppy.”
Luke
I glanced at Ella and smiled. She smiled back. Then I got out of the car and opened the back door for Molly.
“My, what a pretty girl. I bet you’re excited about your new puppy!” the man exclaimed.
Molly shifted a questioning, wide-eyed, disbelieving glance at me.
The look nearly broke my heart. I nodded. “Yes, we’re getting a puppy for you.”
“I’m getting a puppy?” Molly echoed in disbelief.
“That’s right.”
Tears filled her eyes. “I'm getting a puppy?”
I crouched next to her. “Yes, my darling. You’re getting a puppy.”
Suddenly, her mouth opened wide and crying soundlessly, she threw her arms around my neck.
“Don’t cry, Molly. Please don’t cry,” I whispered, distraught to see her crying like this.
Ella crouched next to me. “It’s okay, Luke. She’s just happy. These are happy tears.”
I scooped my daughter up in my arms and carried her towards the farmhouse.
The family of ten was all in the large kitchen, having their four o’clock snacks. Eight children with identical blond hair looked up from their meal.
A pang of envy came over me as I observed their simple, yet full life. You could tell they all loved each other. They had the kind of family that most people dreamed of but never got to experience.
I glanced over at Ella and I knew marriage to her would be like that. She laughed a lot and loved easily.
“Is this the ve
ry special little girl that has come for her puppy then,” the mother asked with a smile.
“It is,” I said.
One of the bigger girls stood and called to Molly to go outside.
Molly cast a worried glance at me.
I nodded at her reassuringly then I put Molly on the ground and we followed at a more leisurely pace behind the girls.
The dogs were housed in comfortable kennels at the back of the house.
“We’re giving away only one, but you can choose which one you want,” the girl said with a warm smile.
It warmed my heart to see strangers being kind to Molly. It made me question what kind of person Penelope really was to take off without a backward glance. She had treated Molly like a burden that she’d been happy to drop. In the early days, I had lain awake most nights wondering if she ever thought of Molly at all. And if so, did she feel guilty and wonder how our little girl was fairing?
Molly didn’t even have to think about this. “That one. I want him.” She pointed.
The puppy was a two-pound black and white Boston terrier.
The blonde girl crouched on her knees and picked him up from the enclosure. She handed the puppy to Molly.
Molly immediately hugged it close to her chest while fresh tears poured down her face.
The puppy looked up at Molly with big trusting eyes.
For a few seconds, no one spoke as the puppy and new owner bonded.
“Thank you, Daddy. Thank you,” Molly sobbed.
“What are you going to call him?” the girl asked.
“Bean,” Molly announced. “I’m going to call him Bean.”
Ten minutes later, we were in the car, on the way back home. Every time I looked at the mirror, Molly was staring at her new pet lovingly.
Bean was returning the love too and was staring back at Molly with big trusting eyes as if she had owned him all his life.
The ringing of a phone broke through the purr of the car engine.
I watched Ella talking on her phone. Her forehead creased. Whatever the other person was saying had Ella worried. Spending a lot of time with her meant I could read changes in her very quickly.
She made one ah noise, then listened quietly. When the call was done, she looked away, but not before, I caught the worry in her eyes.
“Is everything okay?” I asked.
She smiled but I could see it was strained. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a friend pouring out her troubles.”
Back home, Molly carried Bean to the backyard.
Ella and I stood outside the picket fenced in area.
Bean seemed to be busy getting used to his new play area. He ran back and forth the square space and explored his kennel.
Molly laughed and plopped down on the grass to watch him.
He wagged his tail and ran around her.
Ella and I exchanged a look and smiled.
Just seeing Molly this happy gave me hope that she would soon come out of her self-imposed shell.
“You have made one little girl very happy. You’re an awesome dad and Molly is very lucky,” Ella murmured.
Her words touched me. All I’d wanted was to be a good dad to Molly. I wanted to make up for all the pain she had gone through in her short life. Pain, Penelope and I had unthinkingly caused. “Thank you, but it was your idea.”
Ella nodded. “True. But you made it happen.”
“See you girls later,” I said. I had a few calls to make
Molly didn’t take her eyes off Bean. “See you later, Daddy.”
“Catch you later,” Ella said.
I turned back to look at Ella before I entered the house. Her expression looked troubled, and though her gaze remained on Molly, I could tell her mind was elsewhere. I headed to the library, feeling anxious over the change in Ella. No matter what she said, I knew something was wrong.
I asked myself hard questions. Like why it bothered me so much. It was Ella’s business not mine. Then I quickly answered my own question in a way, so I wouldn’t have to think too hard about that question. I needed Ella to be happy to enable her to do her job well.
I got the chance to question Ella again after dinner, when Molly went to bed. As we sat companionably in the living room, I waited for the perfect moment to broach the subject. Ella was leafing through a magazine while I was reading an architectural book.
“You don’t seem like yourself this evening?” I said. “If there’s something I can do to help, please tell me.” I surprised myself by meaning every word. I would do anything to remove the worried look I’d seen on her face in the car and in the backyard.
Her eyebrows rose in surprise. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, sounding genuinely surprised.
I shrugged. I’d probably read her wrong. Maybe it was like she said. Something had happened to her friend she’d already forgotten about. Relief flowed through me. I felt relieved that everything with Ella was okay. “Well, if everything is fine…” I let the words trail away, distracted by the expression on her face.
“I can prove it to you,” Ella said with a wicked grin. She placed her magazine on the table and got up. She came over to me and straddled me, raising her dress before sitting down.
I hissed when I felt her bare pussy. She had no panties on. All night long, she had been sitting around with no panties. My breath hitched. Her sweet feminine scent teased my nostrils and senses. I fought down the instinct to take charge and sat back with my hands on the side, waiting to see what she had in mind.
Ella placed her hands on my shoulders and inched forward until she was sitting on my hardened cock. She gyrated her hips, rubbing her bare, open mound against my cock.
“I can feel every inch of your big cock,” she said.
My cock jerked against her and she let out a soft moan. She ground down on me. I had locked the door earlier, so I raised my hips and pulled down my pants along with my boxer briefs. I settled back down with my cock hard and ready between us.
Ella wrapped her hands around it lovingly and stroked it.
I lay back and closed my eyes.
“I want to bounce on your cock,” Ella whispered.
My cock jerked against her hands in response. “Whatever you want, minx. I’m all yours.” I watched her with hooded eyes.
She raised her hips, positioned my cock at her entrance, and slid down on me. She hissed as she impaled herself on me.
“Fuck,” I growled as her tight pussy enveloped my cock completely.
She wore one of those wraparound dresses and I pulled apart the two front pieces to expose her breasts. Her nipples were hard against the lace. I freed them and her breasts popped out close to my face. I pressed her breasts together and sucked both nipples into my mouth. They were still swollen from last night when I had sucked them for ages.
She began whimpering.
With her nipples inside my mouth, she started to ride my cock. At first, I let her slide slowly up and down my cock, but I could only control myself for a short time. Before I knew it, I was fucking her like an animal. Hard. Just the way she liked it.
My eyes were glued on her tits as they bounced up and down. She had her head thrown back with her eyes half closed. Soft moans escaped her mouth as I bounced her on my cock.
I knew her orgasm was close. I pulled her hips close, so my groin would press her clit every time I pumped upwards. I increased the pace and rubbed her clit harder.
Before long, she was screaming my name. Her pussy clenched impossibly tight around my cock. “I’m coming! Don’t stop,” she gasped. Her legs shook and her body convulsed.
All the while, I kept pumping into her as my own climax built up. Hot cum shot out of me and I growled with the relief of it.
When it was over, she lay her head against my chest and I caressed her with circles on her back. I tugged her dress over her neck and head as she sat on my lap completely naked.
Her tits pressed against my chest and my hands rested on her curvy ass.
“
Let’s go to bed,” I whispered into her ear, as I pushed two fingers into her pussy. It was full of my thick cum.
She shuddered.
I pulled my fingers out and brought them to her lips.
Eagerly, she sucked my fingers into her mouth. Her eyes never left mine while she licked them clean.
My cock recovered and began to swell, pushing hard against her pussy. I stood up, threw her over one shoulder, and carried her naked body upstairs to my bedroom.
The night was only beginning and I wasn’t ready to sleep yet. I threw her down on the bed and she opened her legs wide. Judging from the juices still running out of her pussy, I guessed that Ella wasn’t ready to sleep either.
Ella
Luke made me forget my worries that night but in the morning, when I woke up, they were there, waiting to consume me.
Stan had been let out of prison on parole. I had let Ruby convince me that he couldn’t possibly be the one contacting me. His restraining order was still in place. He could never come anywhere near me, or he would be going straight back to prison. The way she put it, even if he had sent those messages there was no way he was dumb enough to actually try and make physical contact.
Besides, she said, her boyfriend had heard from one of his friends that Stan absolutely hated prison. He’d made an enemy of a bully and he’d gotten beaten up real bad a few times. So, there was no way he wanted to go back to prison. She managed to convince me somewhat, but a little of the anxiety remained.
Only I knew about the murderous, reckless glint I’d seen when he had attacked me that last night. If I hadn’t kicked him in the balls and ran out of the apartment who knows what would have happened.
Ruby had been utterly and totally convinced about it being a wrong number and if I didn’t respond to that sick person, he would eventually give up. When I thought about it now, there was really nothing to connect Stan with those messages. Wildcat was a generic term. Lots of men refer to women as cats in bed. Wildcat, kitten, pussy…