This time, no matter what my dick wanted, I was the one in control. I am the one who was going to destroy her this time around.
I didn’t ease up my strokes, that wouldn’t have worked. If I remember correctly this shy little thing under me liked to be fucked, and that’s just what I was about to do.
I didn’t suck on her tits so much as I chewed on them. Each time I pounded into her, I pulled on her nipple hard, making her clench around my cock.
My meat just kept growing inside her, too much fucking excitement. I could feel it rubbing against her walls as I stroked her.
Her ass started moving with each of my thrusts as soon as she thawed out and decided to enjoy herself instead of acting the ass.
It wasn’t long before her heels were digging into my ass, and her pussy was pulsing as she came again, something else she couldn’t keep hidden from me.
I fucked her into the bed until I felt the sting of her nails in my back.
I couldn’t hold back the loud grunt that escaped me as I went blind and jetted three hard shots of seed inside her, followed by two weaker ones. I didn’t pull out though until I’d dripped the last drop deep inside her.
“It’s time to go, I have something to do before we go to the hospital.” I pulled out and got off of her, leaving her a hot sticky mess with my seed leaking out between her thighs.
It occurred to me as I cleared the door, that in the last twenty- four hours I had crossed more boundaries than I’d ever imagined myself capable of. I still didn’t give a fuck.
I left her long enough to shower and make a phone call. An hour later, we were on our way to meet with my realtor at the house that Mia had picked out.
“I have to go into the office for a couple hours after I leave the hospital. I’m going to have someone come by later and go through the house and see what we need in time to bring Mia home.”
“Wait what? Don’t you have to go through a closing and all that other stuff?”
“No, I bought the house cash from the owner.”
“Was that smart?”
“What the fuck do you care? He needed the cash. I don’t have the time to go through usual channels, and this is the house she chose. From where I sit, that’s all that matters.
The inspector will be out later to make sure everything’s safe. Everything is being rushed through so that she can be comfortable when she gets here.”
“I still think we should’ve discussed this, just like we should’ve discussed last night.” She was spitting mad and trying hard not to show it. Seriously? I give a fuck.
“Duly noted, now you take note of this, because I won’t repeat myself. Everything that I do now is for my daughter, something you robbed me of the first five years of her life.
I know society says that as the mother you should have all rights, fuck that I was there when she was made, she’s as much a part of me as she is you, the fuck; SHE’S MINE.” She was really going to make me lose my shit and do some fuck to her.
“Listen, it doesn’t matter what you or I want, all that matters is getting her well. Like I said; if I can stand to put my dick in your deceitful ass then you can deal.
Don’t act like you’re doing me any fucking favors this is about Mia, this has nothing to do with the past and what the fuck you did.” She rolled her fucking eyes at me.
“You got something to say to me, you better say it now, just be aware that I don’t care one way or the other. You had the gentleman before, now meet the man I’ve become. That sap you fucked over is long gone.”
I noticed that whenever I brought up the past, she would get this mutinous look on her face. One of those looks that said I didn’t know what the fuck I was talking about.
I’m not too happy about the way that look makes me feel, but there’s no denying the facts. And the fact remains that she is the one who let me walk away, leaving her in my bed still warm from my body, only to come home later to an empty house and a cold bed. She could get fucked if she thought I was going to give a fraction of a fuck.
She bit her tongue and acted the fucking martyr but I had better things to do than play her games. We went through the house together and I made notes of what I wanted for my daughter.
Afterwards we headed for the hospital where Mia was waiting up for us after a long night. I went out to the nurse’s station after making sure she was okay.
“Why wasn’t I called when my daughter wasn’t well?”
“It was nothing major sir, we had it under control in no time, just a little blip that’s all.”
“I don’t care if it was just a sneeze. I left strict instructions that I was to be called if there was anything wrong with her. Now who do I see about this shit not happening again?”
I was directed to the head nurse, who was full of apologies and willing to bend over backwards to accommodate me after she found out who I was. Shameful.
I went back to the room and found myself standing in the doorway, just looking at the two of them with their heads together.
My girls! What the fuck? Where had that shit come from? I didn’t even allow myself to delve too deeply into that mind fuck. My heart seemed to have a short fucking memory though.
I really allowed myself to study her for the first time since she’d been back. So far I’ve been able to avoid being sucked in to the urge. It felt safe enough doing it here.
I couldn’t see where she’d changed over much. After the first few days here, she had started to lose that tired starved look she’d had that first day.
Now I saw the young beauty I’d been fool enough to fall in love with. She still seemed quiet and sweet, innocent. There was no evidence that she’d been involved or was involved with anyone else.
There hadn’t been any phone calls while she was here, I would’ve known. The fact that just the thought of anyone else touching her, having her, after all this time still pissed me the fuck off, wasn’t lost on me.
I stepped into the room with none of my inner thoughts evident on my face.
“Daddy has to go take care of something little princess.”
“Oh no daddy, can’t you read me a story first? Pretty please?” Who could resist that face?
“Of course I can baby, scoot over.” I sat on her other side and she left her mother to climb into my lap.
I read her-her story while holding her close and inhaling the scent of her shampoo. When I was through I closed the book and put her back with her mom who was only too happy to take her.
I was very aware of her anxiety levels whenever my daughter and I interacted in anyway.
I’m not sure what she’d expected. Maybe that Mia would be reticent with me, or shy away from me.
Instead my daughter had no qualms about showing her love for me. She was openly affectionate, always seeking me out and wanting me to do the things that her mother had done in the past.
Zania for her part kept her tongue behind her teeth even as she resented my very presence. It was just another little feather in my cap each time our daughter reached for me.
“Daddy will see you later and guess what, we can take you home soon and daddy has a big surprise for you.” After a kiss to her cheek while she begged me to share the surprise, I stood to leave.
“Do mommy next daddy.”
“Mia...” she tried shushing the kid but when I saw little Mia’s face fall I moved forward.
“Come her Zania.” I pulled her up from the bed and into my arms, pulling her in close so that I could whisper in her ear.
“Anything for her remember? I covered her mouth with mine before she could argue me to death.
The kiss turned into a little more than I’d intended though. It was the first time I’d kissed her since the last time I held her six years ago.
This is why I had refused to share this one last intimacy with her. Somehow I knew that it would be like this. That that fire would singe me again.
The old feelings came rushing back to the surface again and I had a hard time pullin
g back from her. Our daughter stared wide-eyed at us from her perch on the bed, her eyes bright with excitement.
“I’ll see you two later, be good for mommy okay princess?”
“Yes daddy.”
“That’s my girl.” I pulled the phone as soon as I left the hospital to check on the progress at the house.
I knew it was a pain in the ass for everyone that I’d called on, to get things done just right at the last minute, but I was paying them good money.
I felt like I was racing against the clock ever since that day she came to my office, like I haven’t had time to stop and breathe.
But the reality is, there was no time, time was the one commodity I didn’t have, that my child didn’t have.
Whenever I felt like saying fuck it, all I had to do was remember her, remember what was at stake. And even having to betray my very soul by lying with her mother again, I will do it for her.
Chapter 10
At the office, things seemed to be running smoothly, which it should since I’d been taking care of things from home.
“I’m just here to sign some stuff so if anyone calls check with me before patching them through, unless it’s Zania or the hospital.”
“Yes sir it’s good to see you sir.” I hadn’t shared too much of what was going on with my assistant¸ that wasn’t my style. All she knew was that there was a family emergency that needed my full attention.
I closed myself off in my office and got caught up on some stuff in between calling the decorator back at the house as well as the inspector. I wanted to make sure everything was fine for my daughter’s homecoming, which should be soon.
I was there no more than an hour and was about to leave when the door was opened abruptly and in walked Camille.
It was a really bad sign that I hadn’t given her a second thought since the last time we spoke. Not even when I was buried to the hilt inside Zania had she once crossed my mind. I don’t know what that said about either of us, or what the fuck we had been doing for the last five years.
“So, you’re here. I’m assuming your phone is broken and that’s why you haven’t gotten in touch with me in the last few days.”
“I told you on the phone, something came up and now was not a good time.”
“I spoke to your mother, she was kind enough to share what has been going on with you.”
“She had no right to do that.”
“I dare say she thought as the lives of her future grandchildren depends on it, that she should intervene. And I can’t believe after what that little trollop did to you that you don’t have the good sense to steer clear.”
“You’ve lost me, if my mother told you what’s going on then you know that I already have a daughter. As to what happened between Zania and I, that’s no one’s business but ours.”
“So it’s true then, you’re living with her.” She was not too pleased by that, as was evidenced by the way she fumed.
“I see we’re at cross purposes again. I know that women put stock in numbers I get that now. But when in the last five years did I ever tell you that I planned on marrying you?”
“I thought it was a given. That’s what we do, people like us, from our circles. I waited all these years and for what?”
“Nobody held a gun to your head and forced you into my bed, you came because you wanted to. Not once did I ever tell you or even hinted that we were gonna get married, so whatever you worked out in your own head is all on you.”
“I see, just like that, one minute we’re discussing wedding plans and the next you’re living with someone else.”
I didn’t bother to answer, since she seemed to know everything already anyway, and judging by her ability to make shit up in her head I figured I’d let her go for it.
I’m not too keen on people making up my mind for me and it seems my mother and her has been doing just that for quite some time.
I held some of the blame for that of course, my own indifference made it easy for them to move in and take over.
The reality is that I had been asleep these last five years. I was just going through the motions, performing as was expected, and not once had I given my heart to her; but if it suited her to believe that shit, more power to her.
I guess my non-answer wasn’t good enough, because the storm cloud on her face was growing darker as she stood in front of my desk.
Life really likes fucking with my ass. Had Zania not shown up when she did, I might’ve gone ahead and married this woman just for the sake of necessity.
A woman that I knew in my heart I didn’t love, because someone else already lived there. Oh no you fucking don’t, you’re not that fucking stupid Cord.
Don’t do this shit Helmsworth you fuck, she almost finished you off the last time, you barely held onto your sanity by the skin of your fucking teeth.
What the fuck is she gonna do to you next you dumb fuck? It wasn’t working this time. I was afraid last night had changed things, just as I’d been afraid it would.
Maybe there was a way...no, fuck no. You know you’re still in love with her right? I give a fuck; get the fuck outta my head bro.
She interrupted my little pep talk with myself. “So what exactly are you saying here Cord?”
Shit, I wasn’t in the mood to deal with this fuckery today. I had a lot of shit to do for my daughter, among other things, none of which involved beating this fucking dead horse into the ground.
“Something has come up in my life, something that’s more important than anything that came before. I have a daughter, a little girl that needs me right now because she’s ill. The best way for me to help her is to be with her mother...”
“You’re going back to her?” I guess she hadn’t been expecting that, it seemed to have taken the wind out of her sails a little bit.
“No, I’m going to fuck her to save my kid.” She swallowed hard and looked flustered as she fiddled around with the strap of her purse. I guess that was too much truth for her, she fucking asked.
I’d been trying to avoid this shit because the more I thought about it, the more I didn’t think I owed her any explanation. Like I reminded her, we never made any promises to each other. She was free to leave whenever, and so was I.
Why suddenly we were the state’s hottest couple was beyond me. Now I have to be the bad guy because she built fucking castles in the sky and casted me as the prince. Where the fuck had she been the last five years?
“What if we’d already been married, what then?”
“Then I would’ve asked you for a divorce and fucked her to save my kid. There are no easy answers here; a child’s life is at stake, my child’s life. There isn’t a damn thing I won’t do to save her, nothing.”
“How do you even know the child is yours? She could be lying you know.”
“I know mine when I see it.” The child, as well as the mother; fuck.
Cord you dumb son of a bitch don’t you do it. I had more control than that, more sense too. But I knew that whatever I felt for her was still there and there was no use fooling myself any longer.
I could hate the fact that I still wanted her, but I can’t lie to myself about it. The fact that I still don’t know why she left haunts me. Before I do anything else that’s the first thing I need to find out once and for all.
I knew from the moment she stepped back into my life that this is where we were headed. Somehow I knew that I was going to end up inside her again, but at what cost this time?
She gutted me the last time, this time I won’t give her the chance. This time it will be all on my terms.
I know what she is already, there’s no way I was going to trust her. This time I was going in with both eyes wide open.
My dick might still be calling some of the shots this time, but I’m smart enough not to let my heart get tangled up with that snake again.
There’s Mia to consider as well, whatever I do to her mother, cannot come back on her. That’s another thing, I now have something she wan
ts, because there’s no way she was ever leaving here with my daughter.
I’ve already made good on my threat to put someone on her, along with some other safety measures. I had a necklace for my daughter that was never to come off her neck. Wherever she went I would be able to find her.
The shit had cost an arm and a leg but I would’ve paid double if it meant keeping her safe.
I had yet to find something better than the ratty bag Zania carried to tag, but I don’t see her accepting jewelry from me, so I had to come up with something.
Speaking of which, I put my hand in my pocket and felt the ring on a string I kept there.
I’d always told myself that I carried it as a reminder, of what a dupe I’d been. Now I’m not so sure. This was hers; I’d had it made for her, with my whole heart in it.
“So this is it?” Fuck, I was so lost in my own thoughts I’d forgotten she was there again. Had I really spent five years with her?
It was like walking out into the sunlight after being in the dark for too long. Those first moments after your vision has cleared and everything is crystal.
She wasn’t even close to being my type. I liked the vibrant beauty and vivacity of someone like Zania. With her amazingly beautiful eyes and all that wild red hair.
Camille was a plain brunette, not unattractive, but nowhere near Zania’s exotic beauty. Camille was more old world class. Salt water pearls and twin sets.
She had one of those stick thin bodies, none of the softness of Zania’s womanly curves. My cock thickened just thinking about the plush softness of her tits as I laid on top of her, fucking her deep and hard...fuck me.
Camille made a sound that alerted me once again to her presence and I was done. It was time to put this shit to bed.
There was no easy way to do this, all that can come from prolonging this farce is even more heartache. Though I was pretty sure Camille was no more in love with me than I her.
She was in love with my money, which was considerably more than her family’s fortune. She was looking forward to a continued life of leisure on my dime.
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