Crazy Twisted Love (Crazy Love Series Book 3)

by MF Isaacs

  I felt the weight of my breasts drop the second he managed to unhook my bra. Slowly, he pulled the straps off my shoulder; never ending our kiss. I put just enough space between us to allow my bra to drop to the floor, then stepped into his embrace. Naked chest to naked chest, I knew he could feel my rock-hard nipples surrounded by my plush boobs. He pulled his lips from mine only to run his tongue up and down my neck, sucking and biting as he went. Standing in my favorite Christmas ‘Naughty and Nice’ cheeky panties, my knees weakened each time his kiss on my neck turned into sucking. I knew I would have hickeys if he didn’t ease up.

  His kissing and sucking was making me crazy. I was losing the ability to keep myself upright, we needed to move to the bed. “Please Curtis. I want you.” At my begging words, he released the suction he had on my neck with a loud popping sound. Any question about having hickeys was answered when I heard that sound. He took a half a step back from my mostly naked body, I could feel his eyes as they ran the length of my curvy body.

  “Say it again Hot Stuff.” His voice husky with the sound of desire.

  His eyes slowly connected with mine after pausing on my naked boobs. When our eyes locked, I begged again, “Please Curtis. I want you.” Then, without waiting for a response, I turned and made my way to his bed. I knew the second he caught sight of my ‘Naughty and Nice’ panties because he started to laugh. I do not kid myself when it comes to my body and the extra weight I carry. I have learned to embrace the curves. So, when he laughed I couldn’t help myself from bouncing my ass in his direction. I’ve watched enough porn to know that the bouncy butts can either be fucking hot or funny.

  I was thankful his laugh stopped and he groaned in appreciation instead. “Fuck me naughty girl. I need you naked.” His words made my bouncing falter as my desire spiked off the charts. I stopped where I was in the middle of the bed and looked over my shoulder at the man who was currently causing the fire inside me. “Turn around Babe.” As soon as I followed his directions he grabbed both ankles and quickly pulled me until my ass was at the edge of the bed. He didn’t release my ankles, instead pulled them up to his shoulders the proceeded to kiss his way down the inside of my ankles, calves, knees, thighs to my ‘Naughty and Nice’ covered pussy. He kissed me directly where I wanted him to, I knew he was thinking the same thing I was when he said, “Time to show me Hot Stuff.”

  I lifted my ass off the bed to allow him to pull my panties off. As soon as they were free from my legs, I spread my knees and dropped them to the bed on either side of me. Completely exposing myself to him for the first time. He stood and stared without saying a word. The rapid rise and fall of his chest and the wetness leaking out the tip of his massive cock told me he liked what he saw. I gripped the bedspread in a desperate attempt to keep myself on display for him. My natural reaction, without tequila, was to keep myself covered.

  Curtis wasn’t shy about verbally praising me, which encouraged me to remain on display for him. “I am afraid to touch you. I am afraid one taste and I’ll shoot my load. Fuck, I could cum just looking at you. You’re fucking perfect. I have to taste you.” At that admission, he was on his knees, where he wasted no time running his tongue through my swollen folds. The second his tongue connected with my clit it caused me to arch closer to his willing mouth. It’s been so long since someone other than me has provided me pleasure, that it literally took less than two minutes to start the climb. When he sucked my clit into his warm wet mouth, I abandoned the bedspread in favor of gripping his short hair. I gave no thought to whether he wanted to stay there throughout my first orgasm, I held him firmly where I needed him. As the pulsing orgasm ripped through my body, I was forced to release my hold. It was impossible to refrain from crying out at the greatest feeling in the world. His movement slowed and he took his time lapping up the wetness from my release.

  He brushed his five o’clock shadow along the inside of my thighs while he continued to hold my legs open and stood between them at the edge of the mattress. My eyes focused on his still massive and now dripping cock. I knew he stood naked watching me, but I couldn’t drag my eyes up his body. I wanted it inside me, I wanted to feel the stretch from his massive size. I like him, but in this moment, it was more about fulfilling the sexual need. I’d begged earlier, I was willing to do it again. “Please Curtis, I want to feel you inside me.” Rather than giving me what I want right then, he lifts and slides me to the center of the bed then crawls between my legs until we are once again chest to chest. I can feel the wet tip of his cock hitting my belly as he presses his hips into mine. He holds his upper body off mine with his elbows resting on either side of my head. I can’t stop myself from wrapping my legs around the outside of his hips and thighs, essentially opening my core to him even more. My hands run down the muscles of his back until his hips start rocking against me and I hold onto a handful of each ass cheek. I couldn’t contain the movement of my own hips as I rocked against him in perfect sync with his movements.

  “Nat Babe, are you ready?” His question is accompanied by a swivel of his hips.

  “Please Curtis. I need to feel you.” With that, he pulls his hips back and uses one hand to guide his tip through my wetness several times before pressing his hips forward to entered me. He rocked in and out, each thrust entering me deeper. He was the best looking sexual partner I’d ever had, and I could now also confirm that he had the biggest cock out of them all as well. He stretched me to the point of pain, which quickly turned to immense pleasure. Our joined pleasure moans filled the room followed by me chanting his name.

  “Babe you feel so good. You’re so fucking tight. I can’t hold it Nat, I’m gonna cum.” At his admission, I increase the pace of my thrusts and he does the same until I can feel the build again.

  “Oh god, Oh don’t stop. Oh yeah, just like that. Oh fuck.” I call out his name as my orgasm ripples throughout my body. I can feel his muscles tense as he thrusts his hips with deliberate force and grunts out my name. It is not until I feel the physical heat of his release inside me that I realize he’s not wearing a condom. Instant fucking panic like a bucket of fucking ice water. “Oh shit, get up. Get off me, oh god.” His limp body isn’t moving like I want him to. “Get the fuck off me.” Came out of my mouth louder than I intended but I was in full blown panic mode.

  He wasn’t good at following directions, he lifted his upper body off mine. He continued to slowly thrust his lower half; meaning his cock in my pussy, until I used all my strength to push him off all the way. He didn’t say a word as I scrabble off the bed looking for something to cover myself with before I ran to the fucking bathroom. Ultimately, I grabbed a used t-shirt from his dirty clothes hamper and called it good enough. I could feel his release running down my leg and I couldn’t get to the bathroom fast enough. I bolted out of his door, not caring that he’s laying buck naked on his bed.

  Once in the bathroom, I thought back to all the stupid things I have done in my life and this is certainly close to the fucking top. I am in no position to have a baby. Shit, I live in a studio apartment and I have a brand-new job that I may or may not be good at. I sit for a minute on the toilet and pray that his release leaks all the way out, I even sit long enough to pee twice. I’d heard once that pee might kill sperm, I’m sure that is made up by some dumb teenager who had unprotected sex and didn’t get pregnant. Sadly, I pray that I could be as lucky as that dumb teenager. Without concern for Curtis or anyone else in the house, I decide a shower might help kill sperm as well. I jump in and use more soap on my deliciously sore parts. I can’t help but acknowledge that if I am this sore from his dick, what the fuck would I be if I had to push out his child. I feel the last bit of my resolve circling the drain along with the bubbles all the soap produced. Tears came out of nowhere, they circle the drain too. With zero control, I couldn’t stop them from falling.

  Without warning, Curtis is stepping into the shower behind me. His warm body embraces me from behind. “Talk to me Hot Stuff. What’s going on?” He is seriousl
y clueless.

  “What’s going on Curtis? Let me tell you what’s going on,” I couldn’t prevent the sharpness in my voice when I said his name “you didn’t wear a condom and I am not on birth control. So, I’ve been in here desperately trying to kill your sperm so I don’t get fucking pregnant.” By the time I finish telling him, the tears are uncontrollable. He quietly helps me wash and condition my hair before turning the water off. Once we’re both wrapped in towels, he doesn’t give me a chance to put his dirty t-shirt back on; instead he scoops me up and carries me back to his bedroom. I worry that I weigh too much and I’m going to hurt him, but he isn’t even breathing heavy.

  Once he has me tucked into the bed on one side, he walks around to the other and climbs in with me. The whole time being silent. I can’t help but wonder what is going through his mind. Before I can even ask, he offers.

  CURTIS

  I wasn’t kidding when I told her on the drive back that I was ready to tell her what Sierra, Steve and I agreed we would only tell with permission from the other two. Sierra replied instantly to my message and Steve took his time.

  I’m having a tough time with the fact that she is having a hard time with me not wearing a condom. I have never in my life gone without a condom. I may not have saved myself for the one, but in a sense, I have because she is the only one I will ever have sex with bare. In my mind, I keep trying to come up with the reasons she is in full panic mode, my biggest fear is that it’s because of me.

  “I am ready to tell you what I started to tell you on the drive back here. Before I lay it all out there, I have to ask you a question and I know it’s going to put you on the spot so I’ll apologize right now for that.” I lift her chin so she is forced to look me in the face. We’re both on our sides facing each other with enough space between us to fit a small village. “I am sorry we didn’t talk about birth control beforehand. I would never intentionally do something to put you at risk. That said, I have never in my life gone without a condom, until tonight. I realize you didn’t know that until this moment, I apologize for that too. My question is what are you most worried about?”

  “I am not ready for a fucking kid Curtis. We hardly know each other. With my shitty ass luck, the first time I have unprotected sex I’ll end up pregnant. I’m old enough to know better. I have made some poor decisions with my life, but never have I been so careless when it came to condoms. I’m mad at you and me both. I just started a new job, I live in a fucking studio apartment. Where would a baby sleep? What if I end up sucking at my job or can’t afford what I am doing? I couldn’t drive my car with a baby in it. On top of all that, I’m sore from just your dick; what the hell would happen if I had to squeeze out your fucking kid?” Her tears are rolling into her pillow, and I’ve learned from Sierra it is best to just let a woman cry. I can’t stop my hand from slowly swiping away the tears.

  “Okay. Thank you for being honest with me. I knew what I was doing and I know that makes me a bastard. I can’t honestly tell you I wouldn’t do it again even knowing your concerns.” If looks could kill, I would be so dead. “Before you kill me, hear me out. What I wanted to tell you earlier, what I planned to tell you before we had sex for the first time, is that I have money. Steve, Sierra, and I have a lot of money. We didn’t know about any of it until the end of last school year when our Grandpa Buck died. My Grandma Rose was fierce, and when my parents and Sophia died she took it upon herself to sue Cody and his family. They settled out of court for a shit ton of money; that money is still sitting untouched in a trust fund. On top of that, each person we lost left behind life insurance money that has been split between the three of us. Until I arrived here, I’d spent less than $3,000.” She hadn’t moved an inch and her eyes were searching mine. I don’t know what she was looking for, but her expression didn’t change which told me she didn’t find it.

  “Is there more?” the edge from earlier is still there so I shrugged my shoulders and wait for her to speak her mind. “So, because you have a ton of money you think it was okay to go without a condom? I’m confused here Curtis. Were you trying to get me pregnant, is that what you want?”

  “I told you before that I want what Steve and Sierra have found with Hannah and Calvin. I can’t pretend that the idea of you being pregnant with my child doesn’t turn me the fuck on. Because Babe, it totally does. Watching you earlier with Ellie and Alec, I could see how amazing you will be as a mother. Just watching, I could feel the love you have for them. I’m so sorry if I misread your interactions with them, I could have sworn the way you were spoke to you wanting your own children. I guess I asked my questions without waiting for answers; do you want kids and do you want to get married someday? If you don’t want either of those things, we aren’t looking for the same thing.” My heart was racing, I felt fear like I hadn’t in many years; what if she doesn’t want children and/or if marriage is off the table. Could I, or would I, accept one without the other?

  “I want to be honest with you and that scares the shit out of me. When you asked me about children and marriage before, I worried that it was a set up. I felt like anytime I wanted to have that conversation with someone, the relationship was already over. I have purposefully avoided the conversation in hopes that our relationship or friendship could sustain without talking about it. You are the first man I have ever been with who wants to have that talk and I am the one dragging my feet. That said, I do want to get married and have children someday. I feel young and irresponsible still, which is why the thought of being pregnant scares me to death. I am horrible with money which makes having a child scary. And lastly, I am so afraid of doctors, hospitals, and needles. Pretty much everything that is necessary when having a baby.”

  The relief I felt at the knowledge that it wasn’t me that made her panic felt amazing. I realized we still had a lot to talk about, I still wanted a baby sooner than later. I also needed her to understand this would never be something she would have to deal with on her own. “It’s getting late and I know we are not going to solve this tonight. Before I kiss you good night and wish you a Merry Christmas, I want you to know if you are pregnant or get pregnant, I will always support you. Please do not cross the idea out due to anything financial. Okay?”

  “I’m not taking your money Curtis.” Well shit that wasn’t the response I thought she would have.

  “And I’m not giving it to you. What I am trying to say is when we have a baby, I will provide for you both.”

  “If we have a baby.” She clearly doesn’t realize how stubborn I can be.

  “It’s when, not if. Now, good night Hot Stuff. Merry Christmas.” I kissed her solid on the lips before I rolled to turn the side lamp off. When I returned to face her, she had rolled facing away from me. If she was attempting to get away from me, it didn’t work; it just gave me the perfect chance to spoon her tightly with my bare cock nestled between her beautiful bubble butt.

  NATALIE

  The dream felt so real, I was backing out of the doorway where I’d been watching two little kids sleep. I made my way into a perfectly furnished living room, where I saw the back of Santa Claus as he filled the stockings. When he turned at the sound of me entering the room, I could see beyond the poorly fitting white beard was the man with perfect five o’clock shadow, chiseled cheekbones, and those all-seeing eyes. He abandoned his mission of filling the stockings and focused his attention on me. I could feel my pulse increase the closer he got, yet I did nothing to back away from him. His large frame crowded my smaller, although not small, frame. With one white glove covered hand he gripped the back of my head, the other pulled the beard down from his face right before he crashed his mouth into mine. The second his tongue made contact with mine, I felt the zing all the way to my now pulsing pussy. It was the continued pulsing sensation that woke me from the dream.

  Awake, I realized the reason for the pulsing was the tongue that lazily lapped at my clit. Merry Christmas to me, holy shit it felt amazing. I slowly lifted my head to see his beautif
ul eyes looking back at me. He pulled free for two seconds to say, “Merry Christmas Love.” With those words, I was ready to fall over the edge. He held my hips still while loving me with his tongue. The instant he sucked my clit, my release hit with hurricane force. After drinking my release down, he decreased the pressure of his tongue and he brought me down slowly.

  I tapped the top of his head, needing him to stop and wanting him to move up my body. He ignored the tap so I lightly pulled his hair, until he pulled his mouth away from my over sensitive pussy. “Please Curtis.”

  “Please what Hot Stuff?” I could see the mischief in his eyes. Instantly, I was on alert wondering what he was up to.

  “Please fuck me. I want you inside me.” No need for me to be shy, I wanted to feel the burning pleasure his massive cock provides. He apparently wants it too because he quickly moves up my body until he is between my thighs. I can feel him guiding his cock back and forth through my wet pussy. He pauses for a second before lining himself up with my entrance. I realize at that moment he did not stop for a condom, so before he can thrust inside me, I quickly shift my hips away from him. “Curtis a condom.” At my request, he freezes; he makes no move to enter me nor does he move to get a condom. “I have some in my purse if you don’t have any.” He stays completed frozen in place for a long minute, I start to worry that he fell back to sleep.