My Mom's Fiance: A Dark Bad Boy Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  So I caught his hands for a moment, willing him to stop.

  “Both,” I panted. “Both, now.”

  And the big man knew exactly what I was asking. He roared and huffed, and then suddenly both his cock and the dildo were thrust forwards, cramming me so full, so tight, so stretched. And Trent fucking lost it then.

  “Fuck baby, fuck fuck fuck,” he ground out. “Fuck I’m not gonna last, you’re so tight, I can feel that fucking toy through your slutty cunt walls.”

  I gave it up then, his dirty words throwing me over the edge. With a jerk, a shriek, and slight twist of my hips, I plummeted over the cliff, pussy and ass spasming hard, creaming as this man owned my body.

  “Trennnt!” I screamed, cunt gushing wildly, dousing both of us with my female scent, the musk that rose between my legs. “Ohhh!”

  And the big man lost it too, his dick jerking hard before jetting wildly in my anus, spraying me with blast after blast of hot cum.

  “FUCK!” he roared, hips pumping, big dick embedded thoroughly between my cheeks, anal walls pumping him for more. “Fuck!”

  And we thrashed, our bodies exploding in a ball of flame, sparks shooting wildly through my cunt and ass, lighting fires in my nipples, fingers and toes tingling with electricity as I came again and again, the tremors of sensation like an earthquake rippling through my form, forcing me to twist and thrash even as his dick pinned me tight, rooting me to the earth, the only thing keeping me steady.

  “Oh!” I screamed again, my cunt twitching wildly, spasming, convulsing as the inseminator went in deep, thorough, hard. Because even in the throes of ecstasy, Trent hadn’t forgotten what he was here for, how he had a job to do. And just as promised, when I hit my peak, he’d pushed it in as far as possible to simulate the real thing, what would happen once there was sperm inside, how we hoped the contractions of my pussy would pull the semen into my sweet insides, fertilizing me, creating a baby within.

  So I gasped and gave myself up to it, filled so full, the big man spurting into my behind, liter after liter of hot juice pouring into my butt as the dildo drilled me, my cunt so slutty and wet, loving it all.

  And I couldn’t help it, I just couldn’t. After it was over, I didn’t move an inch, closing my eyes, savoring the feel of the toy, of his cock, of being stretched so full, so womanly, filled to the brim with his sperm, so much that it spilled from my ass, a hot stream trickling between my cheeks. I couldn’t do anything but feel for a moment, to ride the cloud, to enjoy and let go, giving myself up to everything Trent promised, and everything he’d already delivered.

  And the big man dropped a kiss on my nipple before spreading out over me, both appendages still buried tight in my body, covering me with that massive bulk, keeping me warm, toasty, hot even, our slick skin pressed to one another, intimate and loving.

  “Marie,” he grunted softly, kissing my throat, running his tongue up the elegant arch before stopping at my mouth and taking my plush pout with his. “Marie.”

  He didn’t mean anything by saying my name. But to my dazed, hazy mind, it sounded like a promise to me of sorts, there was a promise in that word, that we’d find a way, somehow, to make it work, to extend the loving beyond a week, that we’d overcome the barriers to our relationship, the age difference, my attempts at getting pregnant, the fact that I was his best friend’s mom. And giving myself over to the magical thinking, I fell into a world of indulgence. Because with a shattering realization, I knew suddenly that I loved Trent. Somehow, against all odds, I’d fallen for my son’s best friend and there was no going back, I couldn’t take it back, couldn’t take back my love for him … nor did I want to.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Marie

  I never got a chance to tell Trent how I felt, and it was probably for the better. Because for the last two nights he was with me, he was in my bed as soon as the sun set until the first crack of dawn, our loving so intense, so true, so incredible, our bodies tangled together, struggling, coming together again and again, releasing in one another, with one another in pulse after pulse of ecstasy.

  And I knew I wasn’t dreaming when I say Trent felt it too. The big man didn’t say anything, there were no words for the emotions, but I could see it in his dark blue eyes, the anguished look sometimes when he thought I wasn’t looking. I could feel it in the way his hands trailed over my curves as if memorizing the sweet hills and valleys, sliding softly between my cunt lips to feel the shape of my inner channel, where I’d cushioned him so many times, my engorged flesh molded to his hot flesh.

  But to be fair, Trent held up his end of the bargain as well, he didn’t come in my pussy even once, always making sure the dildo was there when I orgasmed. Because the toy was absolutely part of our love play, and the purpose of our entanglement was allegedly “practice.” But it ground on him, I could tell. The thought of another man’s hot sticky semen was too much for any man, and we never went on to the next step, always just playing with the dildo, making sure it was in me deep when lightning and thunder struck.

  Because what could he say? Don’t do it, Marie, I’ll be your baby daddy. I’ll leave my career as a pro athlete to be your boyfriend, settle down like a happy little family? We both knew that was impossible, we’d never reach the Emerald City. So instead, our voices were silent, our bodies doing the talking, coupling again and again, struggling, seeking solace in one another, Trent showing me see colors I’d never seen before, a dazzle of rainbows that lifted me off the bed every single time I crested. Because this was a twenty year-old male embarking on a high stakes career, and I couldn’t hold him back. I didn’t want to. He was magnetic, ambitious, and compelling, and I couldn’t be a drag, a shackle around his ankle as life exploded, the pursuit of his dream.

  So instead, we took what we could from one another, our bodies hot, tangled, simmering with hard loving, the pounding so satisfying, yet unsatisfying as well. Because we had a meeting of the physical but the emotional was a complete mess. We cared about each other, I loved the man, and yet there was no future. And so desperately, I went at him harder, begging him to take me every which way, offering myself, every position, every inch of my body, every sweet hole available to his hands, his mouth, and yes, that huge cock.

  But like everything else in the world, all good things come to an end. I woke Monday morning and a deep depression sank onto my shoulders, pressing me into a blue-grey fog, making it difficult to breathe. Because Trent was gone for good this time, his big body departed. It wasn’t unusual for him to sneak off in the mornings, leaving my bed silently to lay on the couch again before Robbie got up. But this time it was different. The vibrations in the house were off, there was no big man sleeping on the sofa, the house was somehow emptier, almost ringing with echoes, like I was a doll in a lonely mansion.

  So I got up, heart heavy, knowing without having to look that Trent was gone for good this time. He was back with the team, back off to his itinerant lifestyle that meant traveling all over the county, a game in a different city every night, long bus rides, endless practices and hordes of women. That made me crumple a bit, the groupies at every stop, young, beautiful, offering themselves at every opportunity, nubile and only too happy to sleep with a handsome pro athlete on the cusp of success.

  Shit. I almost gave up then, it fucking hurt. But what did I expect? That Trent would be here forever, keeping me warm day after day, night after night? We’d made a deal for a week, and the week had ended, just like the sun rises each morning and sets again each evening. There was no way to halt the passage of time, and our honeymoon was over, done for good. So I trudged to the bathroom, forcing my feet to move despite the fact that they felt like lead blocks. Any other morning I would have been radiant and glowing, with a pep to my step, but my heart was empty this time, missing the big man, and it was all I could do to put one foot in front of another.

  Shoulders sagging, I flicked on the bathroom light, looking at myself in the mirror. Fuck, in ten minutes I’d aged ten years. My h
air seemed faded, skin sallow, my brown eyes more mud-colored than chocolate. But then I saw it. Oh shit. Because there, on the bathroom counter, was a little paper cup filled with white, frothy liquid. With a tentative hand, I reached out, lifting it, squeezing the paper slightly, even sniffing the contents. Holy fucking shit, it had to be. The liquid was warm, bubbly, with a certain tang and viscosity that I’d come to know so well. It was Trent’s come. He’d left me with a memento, a sample of his DNA, spurted into this little cup. But why? Why would he do this?

  Holy shit. My mind flew in all different directions, grasping at possibilities. It’d been a mistake, he wanted me to have something of his, nothing cheesy like a ring or a sports jersey. So he’d left me his cum. But what was I going to do with it? Smear it over my body? I thought seriously about that one, it sounded good to me, I’d love nothing but to bathe in his semen, to rub the hot jism all over my breasts, tease it into my pussy, dab a bit onto my asshole as a reminder of him. But there had to be another reason.

  And suddenly, I knew with a certainty what it was. If I wanted, I could inseminate myself with his sperm. He’d been careful not to come in my pussy, coming in my ass a million times, but never spurted the good stuff into my cunt. And now, he was leaving me with a deposit, a way to feel his hot jizz deep in my insides, to do the dirty if I was brave enough.

  And oh god, I wanted it so bad that I went for it without a second thought. With trembling hands, I got out the syringe and pushed the head into the small cup of jism, withdrawing the plunger to suck the precious fluid inside. And then I sheathed the syringe in the rubber dildo, the inseminator finally complete with all working parts in place.

  I considered doing it in bed, spreading my legs and pushing the dildo in deep there, where we’d spent so many hours coupling, the big man taking me to Heaven and back, again and again, riding my body hard, both of us tangling, twisting, spasming with ecstasy and joy, pure unadulterated pleasure at the togetherness, the amazing electricity of meeting the one.

  But I couldn’t for some reason, I didn’t want to get back in the sheets that smelled of Trent still, the musk heavy with our sex scent. So I stepped into the shower instead, cranking the water extra hot and let the spray pound my body. Oh yes, this was the way to go. Moaning, I pretended the big man was here with me, running his hands over my curves, teasing my nips, pulling at each one, twisting the hard nubs before popping off the tips. I pretended that his hand was between my legs, his dicktip pressed against my asshole, ready to take me again. And inevitably, my body began to pulse, my pussy moistening, growing hotly wet as my fingers slid over my private parts, imagining it was Trent.

  Seizing the dildo from the shower ledge, I did it then. I pressed it into my pussy, spreading my lips, edging my hot cunt down on the thick rubber, squeezing, taking it deep within myself, moaning lustily as I thought of my lover. Oh god, yes, yes, yes, this was it.

  Picturing the big man, his hot, throbbing dick, the way it owned me every which way, pressed against my lips, in my mouth, up my back end, rubbing between my thighs, pushed me over the edge immediately. I came so hard, pussy squeezing furiously, clenching and spasming that I almost forced the dildo out, it literally slipped a few inches from my cunt, slippery and slick. But with the last remnants of self-control, I grabbed it and pushed it back in before taking a deep breath and depressing the plunger. Immediately, liquid spurted. Oh yes, oh yes. A huge, hot gust of Trent’s semen splashed into my cunt, my hot, slutty pussy convulsing even harder, knowing what it was, eating it, drawing it deep into my fertile insides. Because I wanted it. I wanted his semen in me, I wanted to have his baby, and by leaving a sample his sperm for me, still warm, still bubbly, Trent was telling me that he wanted it too.

  I breathed hard, letting my body ride the waves, eyes opening slowly even as my pussy twitched reflexively, the dildo still in deep. Oh god, it was so good and I braced a hand against the wall unsteadily, trembling, feeling the sweet ooze within myself, what I’d craved for the last week. Because I wanted a baby, and more specifically, I wanted a baby with Trent. It was the culmination to this taboo week, to the hours of loving, of hot coupling, the entanglement with the big man. Because despite everything, I’d lost myself … heart, mind and soul to my son’s best friend.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Trent

  I looked out the bus window. Normally the lights of the city would have had me excited, I’m a wanderer by heart, I fucking love traveling, the intensity, never having much but the clothes on my back. But this time it was different. We’d finished a game in Baltimore, and fuck, it’d been a blow-out, my performance stand-out.

  “You got a check with your name on it comin’,” drawled Sandy, our first base coach, clapping me on the shoulder.

  “Nice work man,” grunted Marquise, our pitcher, and I nodded in return. Must have meant something, that mofo never compliments anyone, he’s a surly motherfucker.

  But coming off a career-defining game, I don’t know, I just felt moody and pissed. I should have been hyped, excited as all get-out, ready to go to the strip club with my buddies, but instead I was headed up to my room to sulk.

  “You sure dude?” asked Leon, our left outfielder. I don’t have many friends, it’s too tough given that we’re all in competition with one another, that any of us could be cut at any hour of any day. But Leon was okay, he was an easygoing guy despite the grind, and I chatted with him sometimes.

  “Yeah, I’m sure,” I grunted. “You guys go, I’m gonna have some drinks in my room.” More like I was going to masturbate like crazy thinking about Marie, sniffing the lace panties I’d stolen from her laundry hamper, wrapping them around my dick as I blasted off. Oh fuck, even the thought of the silk nothing, its crotch aromatic with her cream made my cock hard, weeping, lusting for the beautiful woman.

  But Leon cocked an eyebrow at me, nodding knowingly.

  “Shit buddy, don’t drink on your own, there ain’t that much in the mini-bar anyways,” he drawled. “Use the hotel bar, that’s what it’s there for.”

  And I grunted, silent and dour, taking the elevator up to my room. But yeah, Leon was right. Upon opening the mini-bar, there were only tiny bottles of liquor, like what you got on the plane, probably three shots total in this fucking fridge. It’d take shit ton to knock me out, to take my mind off the woman, so I stomped my way down to the hotel bar, seating myself like a fucking angry bull, huge, looming on the bar stool.

  And a couple drinks made things better, high-end bourbon will do that to you, that shit’s potent. The lights started dimming, the atmosphere hazy as I looked around. Hmm, very nice. Huge portraits of ancient guys in suits hung on the wall with eyes that watched you, plus a giant sculpture of a cow in one corner. This place was modern and trendy, with a touch of old school elegance, the chairs purple velvet, the bar a huge piece of lumber, varnished until it was a glossy black.

  And sure enough, a woman appeared out of the woodwork, sliding onto the bar stool next to mine. Knowing I was watching, she leaned forwards and ordered a drink, her big boobies pressing against the wood, like two huge sacks of cream, sitting there begging to be touched. I felt my dick twitch slightly. The resemblance to Marie was astonishing, her hair a curly brown, the small mouth, the curvy figure.

  But when she turned to me, it was all wrong. Because instead of wide, innocent brown, this woman’s eyes were filled with calculating greed, gleaming with hunger for money. Shit, even her eyes were green, the color of money.

  “Hey big guy,” she purred. “I hear a team’s in town, you part of that?”

  I snorted. Another groupie. Another woman who’d give her body for the opportunity to say she slept with a ballplayer. Shit, what was it with these hos? Did they really think I was a notch of their bedpost, bragging to their friends, saying, “Oh, I got Number Nineteen’s dick in me last night, it was so good because he hit a triple?”

  So I shook my head, disgusted at myself more than anything else. Because yeah, I’ve indulged in the pa
st, I love good pussy, I love feeling hot cunt wrapped around my dick, shooting my sperm into strange multiple times, but it’d lost its appeal. Because how good could it be? For the first time, it repulsed me. Meaningless sex, I didn’t care about the ho and they sure as hell didn’t care about me. All these women cared about was the uniform, it could have been any dick inside, any random male cock ready to ream.

  So I smiled back coldly.

  “Yeah, I’m here with the team,” I said, clipping my words. “You looking for action?”

  And the woman’s eyes gleamed brighter then, narrowing like a cat. How had I ever thought she looked like Marie? I could see now that the tits were fake, the huge monsters rubbery and perfectly circular, like overblown water balloons. And shit, as the light glanced over her face, her skin looked cakey and powdery at once, loaded with layer after layer make-up, none of the glowing freshness that I associated with my best girl.

  But she pressed on, her tits almost falling out of her dress.

  “I am looking for action,” she purred, trailing a long red fingernail up my arm, almost to my elbow. My skin crawled although I remained perfectly still, letting her do her thing. “Where you staying?”

  And I snorted then. Shit, groupies really weren’t in it for the banter, for the foreplay, for everything that made loving loving. They were in it for the sex, pure, hard, and cold, and what the hell, they’d find it, there were plenty of guys who’d eat that shit up. Just not me. Not tonight. I couldn’t stomach the thought, wasn’t even sure I’d be able to finish with a woman like this, her cunt was wet for all the wrong reasons, dripping with some rancid liquid, nasty and fishy, totally unlike the brunette I’d just left. So I shook my head curtly.