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by Lani Lynn Vale


  Usually, I had to do a lot more prep work to get my length inside of a woman, but with Lennox being so excited, I slid right in.

  Her pussy swallowed my dick whole, sucking it in until I was buried all the way to the hilt.

  The mouth of her entrance was stretched wide around the base of my cock, so full that I knew it had to be somewhat painful.

  But she didn’t complain, only pressed herself backward to urge me on.

  I’d not been inside someone, bare, since I’d gotten Corrinne pregnant, and I knew, without a doubt, that Lennox’s hot pussy was a million times better than Corrinne’s.

  She was tighter, slicker and hotter.

  Words couldn’t even do it justice.

  “Fuck,” I growled, pumping my hips into her. “You’re so wet… and tight. The grip your pussy has on my cock is amazing.”

  She laughed, causing the muscles in her core to contract, which, in turn, caused her to clamp down on my cock.

  I groaned and moved my hands up from her hips to the top of her shoulders before I started pulling her back onto my length. Harder and harder, until I was sure I was hurting her.

  She didn’t complain. Not one single time.

  In fact, she was giving just as good as I was, using the muscles in her arms to push back even harder.

  I was thankful when her pussy started to convulse and become slicker, because I wasn’t sure how much longer I could make it before I burst.

  She screamed as her orgasm tore through her, and my eyes crossed as she clamped down hard on my cock.

  The orgasm that I was barely keeping at bay slammed through me so hard that I let out a bellow as my cum tore free from my body and shot into hers.

  Hot, long pulses splashed against the insides of her channel, making it slicker as I worked out the last dregs of my release.

  She continued to pulse around me for long moments until, finally, her elbows collapsed under both of our weight.

  I caught myself before I slammed down onto her, moving off to the side as my cock slipped free from her.

  My cock was wet from our combined juices, and the cool air of Lennox’s foyer made shivers trace down my back as I laid on the cool floor next to her, trying to catch my breath.

  “I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had,” she admitted breathlessly.

  I snorted. “Same goes, sweetheart.”

  She laughed and turned to her side, my semi-hard cock leaving a trail of wetness on her leg as she turned and tunneled into my arms.

  “I think I lied,” she said after a while.

  The pounding of my heart against her cheek was soothing as I started to run my hand through her hair.

  “What about?” I asked tiredly.

  Although I was uncomfortable as hell laying against a hard floor, I was happy as hell to stay exactly where I was at.

  “You can call me anytime you want more than that. I’ll be there, ready and willing.” She laughed softly.

  Pressing my lips against her head, I said, “Gotcha. You and I can be friends with benefits. Use each other and then go home afterward. The same goes for you. If you need me, I’m here. Sound good?”

  She nodded and leaned her head back until she could see my eyes.

  I looked down at her, studying the freckles on her nose before I settled my gaze onto hers.

  “Sounds like a match made in heaven,” she agreed wholeheartedly. “Let’s start right now.”

  And it was the beginning of a very lucrative relationship. One that involved lots and lots of sex.

  And even though we had to get up early in the morning, both of us having to go to the Truman Smith Walk for a Cure, we stayed up until the wee hours of the morning fucking.

  And neither one of us had any complaints as we rolled out of bed, eight hours later, with nary a care, and not a wink of sleep.

  Chapter 7

  I need a prince in the streets, and a beast in the sheets.

  -T-shirt

  Lennox

  “Wow,” Melissa said, examining my eyes. “You look tired.”

  I smiled happily. “Sure am.”

  “Who’d you fuck… oh, man. You didn’t!” Melissa yelled as she pointed her stack of cups at me in accusation.

  I furrowed my brows. “What?”

  “You fucked that SWAT guy, didn’t you? That’s why he’s coming today!” she accused.

  My mouth dropped open.

  “What makes you think I slept with him?” I asked.

  She scrunched up her nose at me. “Because you don’t do one-night stands. You do fuck buddies…or whatever you call it. And you’ve not met anyone else.”

  I shrugged. “True. So what if it was him? What’s it to you?”

  She smiled widely and started stacking cups again for me to fill with red Kool-Aid.

  We were having the Truman Smith annual walk-a-thon, and I recruited as many people as I possibly could to come help and donate their time.

  Truman Smith was a place for physically and mentally ill kids who were too sick to live at home with their parents. It was like a nursing home for children under eighteen, and it was the hardest thing in the world on your heart to see children there, and none of their parents ever visiting.

  It was as if they just gave up on their babies, even though they were still living.

  So, I made it a priority to help organize the walk-a-thon and raise money so these kids could have a good ‘home.’ They could play games and enjoy their lives, for however long as they would grace this earth.

  “Nothing is ‘to me.’ I’m just happy for you. I know you haven’t seen, or been, with anyone since Reggie. I know how it’s affected your life. Not to mention having that crazy bitch always up your ass.” She shook her head. “No, honey. I’m just seriously fucking happy.”

  I winked at her. “Bennett’s a way better man than Reggie. I can tell you that with only a few encounters with him. And the man’s phenomenal in bed.”

  Somebody behind me gasped, and I turned to find a woman around my height with long blonde hair up in a high ponytail at the top of her head.

  The same woman who’d been in the exam room with her brother.

  Then there was the man beside her. The same one who’d just left my bed only hours before.

  The combination of the grin and his laughter was lethal and I barely refrained from pouring the pitcher of Kool-Aid over my head to cool myself down from all the sexual vibes pouring off of him.

  “Hey, Len,” he said laughingly. “Melissa.”

  He nodded his head at Melissa who, for her part, refrained from saying anything obnoxious that usually poured out of her mouth when she was nervous.

  “Bennett,” she said. “It’s good to see you again.”

  Bennett nodded. “This is my sister, Payton. I’m not really sure if you were introduced the other day when I was getting stitches. She’s a nurse on the OB floor, and I thought she’d like it here.”

  I grinned. “Thank you, Payton. That’s very kind of you to come. We can use all the help we can get.”

  “How about you take them for a tour, and I’ll finish pouring the drinks?” Melissa said kindly.

  I studied her, making sure she was indeed comfortable with me doing that, and smiled full out at her. “Thanks, Melly. I’ll take them now.”

  I headed into the building with Bennett on one side of me and Payton on the other, explaining what we did at Truman Smith.

  “I’m usually here twice a week. I started clinicals here while I was in school and fell in love with the kids, as well as the staff. We have over a hundred beds here, and the children range in age from four months all the way up to seventeen years,” I said as Bennett opened the door for me. “Each child has a specific reason for being here, and we try to cater to each of their individual needs.”

  “Ohh,” Payton breathed, taking in the colorful paintings on the walls and pillars. “It’s beautiful.”

  I
nodded. “Yeah, it is. Last August, we had a couple of painters come in to paint it, and they had a new man on the team who made the murals for the kids. It started out small, but when he saw the reaction the kiddos had to the walls, he kept going until the entire place was filled to the brim with happiness.”

  Payton wiped her eyes. “My little girl, Harleigh, was born premature. I can’t even imagine what would’ve happened to her if she’d had any lasting effects as some micro-premies do; but this place, wow. It’s gorgeous.”

  I patted her shoulder. “You want to meet some of our patients?”

  Bennett curled his fingers around my ponytail and gave it a small tug before dropping it and saying, “Please.”

  “Starla!” I said, calling to the nurse manager in the middle of the station. “Do you need anything? I’m going to show these two around.”

  Starla took in the two people on either side of me, and shook her head, studying us closely. “No, honey. But Paulie could use a visitor if you want to go say hi.”

  I sighed. “Paulie’s one of our littlest residents. He was born a normal baby, but his family failed to strap him into his car seat properly when he was still an infant, and they crashed the car. Paulie was thrown from the car and suffered quite a bit of head trauma in the process. He’s had extensive swelling on his brain, and they don’t expect him to ever live a normal life again. Now, he’s here with us.”

  As I walked them around to a few of the rooms, I was humbled by how good the two of them were with the kids.

  Truman Smith was a very hard place to stomach at times, but they did wonderfully with them all.

  They were truly good people, and I knew that the residents of Truman Smith would forever have a friend in the two of them.

  “Okay, ladies!” Starla called. “It’s time for our moveable kiddos to go for a walk!”

  Starla clapped excitedly, and I couldn’t help the excitement I felt.

  I grabbed onto Bennett’s hand and smiled at him while jabbering lightly.

  “This is where I needed your help!” I decreed. “I’ll help you get Paulie into his chair and you can push him, is that all right?”

  He nodded, his dark, fathomless eyes taking in everything as he agreed. “Yeah, baby. I’ll do that. I have a couple more hands, though, if you need them.”

  I raised my brow at him. “What? Where?”

  He turned and pointed toward the door, and that’s when I saw all of the women I’d met just yesterday, and their husbands, standing at the door looking quite lost.

  I gasped.

  “Oh, the kids will be so happy!” I breathed.

  He winked. “Anything for the kiddos. I’m here if you ever need me.”

  And, somehow, I believed him.

  He had a baby of his own.

  He knew what could happen. He knew that these kids could’ve just as easily been his own.

  And I admired him for that.

  Many parents didn’t think that way.

  And it reinforced the decision that I would continue to see him.

  He was a good man.

  ***

  He was the devil!

  Bennett was a horrible, no good, very bad person.

  “Bennett,” I growled loudly. “Get on with it!”

  He chuckled against my mound before he continued to rub his beard on the insides of my thighs.

  His hands massaged my ass, and that tongue of his!

  He was a freakin’ magician with that thing!

  “What’ll you give me if I give you what you want?” he rasped against my thighs.

  I closed my eyes tight and said what any sane woman would in this situation. “Anything! God, please! Anything! Fuck me already!”

  He chuckled.

  “Anything?” he confirmed, moving up between my thighs until his mouth was running along my collarbone and then my neck.

  “No.” I shook my head feverishly back and forth.

  I knew what he was asking.

  He wanted me to give up control, and I didn’t give that to anyone. Certainly not some man!

  He growled before his big body moved down until his mouth started to circle my nipple.

  “You sure?” he asked.

  My whole body felt like it was on fire.

  “Mmm-mmmm,” I said again.

  He sucked my nipple into his mouth and pulled for all he was worth.

  My back arched, and my pussy creamed for his shaft.

  “Please,” I breathed.

  He looked up at me, keeping a hold on my nipple with his teeth, and then grinned.

  My mouth dropped open, and I lifted my hips as his cock brushed my clit.

  I came.

  With one tiny brush of his cock against my clit.

  Like a loser.

  When I opened my eyes next, it was to see him grinning down at me, a smug look on his face.

  “That’s all it takes for you?” he asked, smiling widely.

  I narrowed my eyes at him.

  “You’ve been teasing me for over an hour. What exactly did you expect to happen here? A girl can only take so much!” I bellowed into his face.

  He chuckled.

  Threw his head back and laughed harder.

  The fucker.

  When I started to push him off of me, he let me have his weight, and suddenly his cock was inside of me.

  Filling me to the brink of pain.

  My eyes closed involuntarily.

  And my back arched to take him even deeper.

  “I can do this all night long,” he whispered against my skin, thrusting once.

  I cried out in shock as he started to pull away, but just as quickly filled me once again.

  “Give me what I want and I’ll give you what you need,” he whispered gravely.

  I shook my head.

  He thrust, making my breasts bounce, and my pussy clench in need.

  He groaned and narrowed his eyes. “Tell me.”

  I shook my head. “Never.”

  He laughed, pulled back, and let me have him again. The full length of his cock filled me swiftly. Mercilessly.

  “Yes,” he breathed.

  “No,” I denied.

  Then he grinned, went up onto his knees, and his thumb found my clit.

  Pressing down, he stared at me while he started to circle his thumb in my slickness, and I lost my fucking mind.

  “Please!” I screamed.

  “Tell me!” he ordered.

  “You can have me! You have me. Whenever you want. However you want. Wherever you want. You have me!” I yelled, need clawing its way through my core, making it hard to breathe, let alone think.

  He grinned triumphantly and then gave me what I needed.

  Pounding inside of me, he started to work me with his length while he continued to circle my clit with the side of his thumb.

  I detonated after just the fourth stroke inside of me, and by the tenth, he was coming with me, pouring himself into me while he growled my name.

  “Fuck, Lennox,” he growled.

  I closed my eyes and let my legs fall open.

  He collapsed on top of me, and I barely managed to keep the breath inside my lungs.

  “You weigh a fuckin’ ton,” I informed him.

  He snorted and rolled, hooking his hands around my hips to ensure that I followed him, and fell to his back with me on top of him.

  “I’m six five and two hundred and fifty pounds. That’s significantly less than a ton,” he informed me.

  I snorted. “Whatever you say, fatty.”

  He gave my ass a sharp slap and leveraged himself up laughing when a small puff of air escaped my lips with the suddenness.

  He set me flat on my ass as he got up, and I stared at him in accusation.

  “You’re cute,” he said, picking the towel up off the floor to clean himself of our juices.

  I watched as he worked his cock with one of my favorit
e hand towels, not caring in the least that it was one of my decorative ones.

  “I gotta go,” he said apologetically.

  I smiled and rolled to my feet, going to the bathroom to take care of my own problem before returning.

  I slipped on my shirt, trying not to let him know that I was upset that he was leaving.

  “Thank you for coming today… and inviting your friends,” I said softly, as I slid my legs into a pair of panties, then followed up with a pair of gray cotton capris that I’d just bought last week from Target.

  They were beyond comfortable, which also meant that they weren’t very pretty looking, but I was okay.

  I’d sacrifice comfort over style any day of the week and twice on Sundays.

  “It wasn’t a problem, Len. I enjoyed myself, and it makes me appreciate my daughter a whole lot more. A daughter who’s going to be pissed if I don’t get back in time to make the movie that she rented for the night,” he informed me.

  I picked up his t-shirt from the floor and tossed it at him.

  He shrugged it on quickly, and I marveled again at just how well the tee fit his body.

  It was like it was molded to him. Laser cut to fit him perfectly.

  “What movie is it?” I asked as I slipped my feet into the flip-flops I had by the door and squatted down to gather all his shit that had fallen from his pocket earlier in our haste to get into bed.

  Gun, magazine, money, phone, flashlight, two stray bullets, and a pair of handcuffs. I left the gun that was still in his holster on the floor for him to take care of.

  “You always walk around with this much crap in your pockets?” I asked him as I stood, holding everything with two hands close to my chest.

  He grinned cheekily at me.

  “Sometimes more,” he said, stuffing the things back into his pockets.

  Except for the flashlight which he clipped to the outside of his shirt.

  Then he stooped down, picked the gun up, and sat down on the bed to re-attach it to his ankle.

  “How is that comfortable?” I asked.

  I’d tried working out with leg weights when I gained twenty pounds after I was stood up for my senior prom, and I’d been so exhausted after wearing them that I literally had to stop on day four. They were only six pounds each, but they made a world of difference in your everyday activity.

 

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