Jaid Black - Politically Incorrect 1 - Stalked

by Stalked (lit)

  He gave her what she wanted, banging her like the obsessed lover he was until that coil in her belly she now recognized as building climax sprang loose and she groaned as a powerful orgasm ripped through her belly.

  "Goddamn, my little slut is one hot bitch," Adam gritted out, pulling his cock from her tight, juicy cunt. He poised the head of his cock at her other virgin hole before smacking her on the ass until she yelped. "Now I want to know how your ass feels, baby," he groaned out as he slid the head in. Regina gasped. "Tell me how much you like my big dick in your little tiny asshole."

  Adam sank his huge cock all the way into her ass, causing Regina to loudly moan. Now she'd been taken in every way there was for a man to take a woman. There was nothing virgin about Regina Rose any longer.

  She threw her hips back at him, making him growl as he fucked her up the ass. "I love your cock in my ass," Regina moaned. "Fuck me harder, Adam. Please fuck me harder!"

  She felt his body tense up, heard his breathing hitch, and knew he was about to come. She threw a coy smile over her shoulder as she watched his intense face scrunch up and his orgasm break loose. Adam's masculine bellow of satisfaction could probably be heard a mile off, she thought, no longer wanting the police to find her.

  Regina Rose was Adam Bennett's hot little slut. She loved it.

  Epilogue

  "I think," Adam growled, as he stood up and held out his hand to Regina, "that a woman who'd never had a cock up her ass before would have cried a little or something."

  Regina grinned, then stuck her tongue out at her husband of twenty years. Okay so she wasn't eighteen, she was forty. And so she wasn't a rock star, she was a schoolteacher. But who knows what could have happened if she'd ran off to LA all those years back instead of marrying the handsome, loving bricklayer standing before her. And for that matter, who cared either.

  Regina Rose Bennett didn't care. All she had ever wanted in life was Adam Bennett. He was her every fantasy, her every dream, and thank God, her daily reality. Her smile turned soft.

  "Thanks for a—" she cleared her throat—"memorable fortieth birthday present. I've been having that eighteen-year-old-virgin-is-kidnapped-and-forced-to-submit-to-two-fine-as-all-hell-alpha-men fantasy since my early twenties."

  Adam grunted. "You're welcome," he muttered into her hair as he pulled her close and hugged her tightly. "You fulfilled my two-women-at-once fantasy with yourself and that prostitute in Amsterdam on my 40th birthday. Now you've had yours fulfilled with a male prostitute in Paris and me. I’d say we’re done with the fantasies now," he growled in the possessive broach-no-argument voice she had always found so comforting.

  Regina's head came up. She frowned, though her eyes danced with amusement. "I really had to work hard to make myself believe that prostitute and his French accent was your brother, though. I asked for tall, dark, and handsome. You brought me short, blond, and questionably good-looking. Sweet lord, Adam, I about had heart failure when you ripped the blindfold off and I saw Toulouse Lautrec ready to mount me. I’m probably half a foot taller!"

  Another grunt. And a small smile. "And in Amsterdam I asked for a redhead built like a brick shithouse. You brought me Medusa's twin sister." He frowned. “The only similarity she had to a brick shithouse was the way she smelled after she accidentally passed gas when she bent over to put her clothes back on.”

  Regina had to grin at that. At least her guy had been decent enough looking. "Yeah, well, there is that." Her blonde eyebrows slowly drew together.

  "What?" Adam asked a bit warily. He nervously avoided her gaze.

  Regina's eyes narrowed. "The blindfold…" She frowned. "That was you fucking me, wasn't it? You didn't let Shorty screw me?"

  Adam's nostrils flared. "Hell no, I didn't," he growled. "Sucking him off was more than enough." His hand slashed definitively through the air. "I tried, Regina, I really did, but I couldn't see it through, okay?"

  She pretended to pout. It lasted maybe a second before her face broke into a grin. "That's okay. Remember when you were blindfolded and Medusa’s twin sister was riding you?"

  Adam's face broke into a sly smile. "That was you, baby?" he murmured.

  "Uh-huh."

  "Brat."

  She laughed as she reached for her cotton sundress and pulled it back on. "I guess we're two of a kind," she said as she stepped into her leather sandals.

  "We always have been," Adam replied, his tone growing serious. He drew his wife back into his arms and stared down into her eyes. "I love you, Regina Rose. Not a day goes by I don't thank God I have you and the kids."

  Regina's gaze was warm and welcoming—just like always. "Me too. I love you so much, Adam." She took a deep breath and smiled. "Come on, honey. Let's go home.”

  He winked. “Vive la Arkansas.”

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