by B. B. Hamel
“We should probably talk.”
“I guess so.”
I walked over and sat down on the couch. She joined me, sitting at the other end.
“Listen, I need you to understand something,” I said to her. “I’m not going to run out on you.”
“I don’t need anything from you.”
“I know. You keep saying that. But I just want you to know that I’ll do anything to help this kid, and to help you.”
“What do we do then?”
“What did Rafa want?”
“More money.”
“I can pay him.”
“I don’t know if it’s that simple. He really wants me to publish an article about you.”
I nodded. That made sense. Rafa was angry with me for turning away from them, so he wanted to destroy me. He probably wanted to use Charley to do that, since it would be more painful for me.
Those manipulative bastards. Bleeding me dry wasn’t enough for them. They had to try to destroy everything about me.
But maybe I could take that away from them. Their strength came from two things. First, they had dirt on me, lots of dirt. Second, they had Charley.
I could take both of those things away from them while still maintaining my dignity. Maybe I could even salvage my career.
“I have an idea,” I said to her. “I think you should write that article.”
“I told you, I won’t do it.”
“But I think you should write it with me.”
She cocked her head. “What?”
“Unlimited access. We write it together. We tell the truth, the whole damn truth, absolutely everything, including my ties to the mob. Maybe we leave out some of the outright illegal stuff, but we tell as much as we can.”
“Bull,” she said softly, “I don’t know. That seems like a bad idea.”
“I’ll call that PR woman. We’ll get her involved so that we can make sure whatever we write won’t be completely destructive. It’ll be great for your career, too.”
“I doubt I’ll have a career after it comes out that I got pregnant by the man I wrote my article on.”
“I think you can survive it. Hell, I think you can survive anything.” I stood up and moved closer to her on the couch. “We can do this.”
“I don’t know.”
“We can. You have to trust me. This will work. We can take the mob’s power away from them.”
“What about the money?”
“Fuck the money. I can pay.”
“No,” she said. “I won’t let you.”
“Fine. We’ll sell the story.”
“I’m not sure my boss will pay more.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “Don’t you get it? We can sell this story to anyone for a fucking fortune.”
“Why?” she asked softly. “Why would you do this? It could destroy you.”
“Easy,” I said. “I’m finished being the prick I used to be. I have a child now, and I have you. It’s time to be the man I’ve always wanted to be.”
Before she could argue, I took her by the chin and kissed her. Her defenses melted instantly as she kissed me back. I pulled her over toward me, placing her in my lap as she kissed me hard, her body pressed against mine, her legs straddling my lap.
She was warm and hot as she kissed me. I took her hair in my hand and tipped her head back, kissing her neck. “We’re going to finish this together,” I said softly, “and now I’m taking what I’ve been thinking about for weeks now.”
“What have you been thinking about?”
“Your body, your pussy wrapped around my tight cock, those breasts as I fuck you deep, that ass backed up against my big dick, and the way you moan as you take it all.”
She practically threw herself against me, kissing me hard and rolling her hips against my cock. I was already hard as I stripped her shirt off and unhooked her bra. I felt her breasts and teased her nipples with my mouth before kissing her harder on the mouth.
She pulled my shirt off, running her hands over my muscles and my tattoos. She groaned as I felt her breasts hard and teased her nipples again, my lips caressing the soft skin on her neck.
I turned my hips and rolled her over. I dropped down to my knees in front of her and tugged her shorts and panties off, not wasting a single second. I was so starving for her and couldn’t wait. I’d waited long enough. There’d been so much between us, but now that was all gone. She knew who I was and I knew who she was, and nothing was going to stop us, not anymore.
I spread her legs wide and slowly ran my fingers along her soaked pussy. She stared down at me, her lips parted, as I teased her.
“You’ve been picturing this, haven’t you? Ever since you left my apartment that day. You haven’t stopped thinking about my body against yours. You want me to fill that tight little pussy up.”
“No,” she gasped, “I haven’t.”
“Liar.” I pressed my fingers deep inside her, making her arch her back and gasp. “Tell me the truth.”
“No. Bull.” She moaned as I began to fuck her with my fingers. I pressed them deep inside and leaned forward to bite her nipple gently.
“Tell me,” I said.
“Okay,” she gasped as I continued to work her. “Please, I’ll tell you. I can’t stop thinking about how you fill me. I want to be wide open for you, Bull.”
“That’s what I wanted to hear.” I dipped back down and my tongue found her clit as I began to lick and suck her, working her soaking and swollen spot.
“Oh shit,” she gasped. “Bull.” I continued fucking her pussy with my fingers, my tongue and lips working her clit. I loved the way she tasted, and my cock was fucking rock hard, straining against my pants. As I licked that clit, I realized that I couldn’t have been happier, that this was exactly what I’d wanted from the very start. This woman made me fucking crazy in so many ways, but in the end, all I needed was her wet pussy against my tongue, her moans in my ears, the promise of a baby to bind us together.
I slowly pulled my fingers from inside her, making her groan, and licked her top to bottom. She pressed my head down, grinding her hips as my tongue pressed inside and out, rolling along her clit. I felt her breasts and grabbed her hips, pulling her closer.
“Shit, Bull,” she groaned. “I almost forgot how this feels.”
“You didn’t forget,” I said. “You just can’t really know it until you feel it.”
“Maybe.”
I grinned at her and gripped her hips. I pulled her up and turned her, rolling her over. I put her knees down on the couch so that she was kneeling on it and then spread her legs wide.
I began to lick that pussy from behind, my tongue rolling along every inch of her.
“Oh my god, Bull, don’t. You can’t.”
“Try and stop me.” I gripped her hips and fucked her pussy with my tongue, licking everything. She moaned and didn’t try to move an inch as I worked her, just like I knew she wouldn’t. As soon as I took her, I knew she was fucking mine.
I finished getting my taste and then stepped back. I unbuckled my pants and dropped them to the ground as she turned around, facing me. She dropped to her knees in front of me.
“Good girl,” I said. “I want to see you suck that cock until you can’t think.”
She pulled my briefs down and I stepped out of my clothes. She bit her lip, slowly stroking my thick shaft before pressing my tip between her lips.
She began to suck me, but I wasn’t having any slow and sensual bullshit. I wanted her fast and fucking hard, because I’d waited long enough. I pressed her down, pushing my cock into her throat, and she groaned as she let me fuck her mouth.
“God damn right, you dirty fucking girl,” I grunted. “Take that fucking cock in your throat. I want to see you suck it.”
She let me fuck her mouth, pressing my cock between her lips. I watched her work me, desperate to suck my cock, begging for my approval. I loved the way she wanted to please me, and it only made my cock that much harder. S
he was going to suck me fucking dry unless I decided she deserved to be fucked rough and deep.
I pressed her down and held her there, loving the warm pleasure flooding through me as my cock pressed into her throat. She pulled back and stared up at me, jerking my shaft off, her eyes begging for my fucking cock.
“You want to ride my cock, girl?” I asked her.
“Yes,” she said. “Please.”
“Suck my cock and prove how badly you want it.”
I stood back and let her go to work. She jerked my shaft and sucked me hard, moaning as she worked me. I watched as her free hand found her wet little pussy. She began to rub her own clit, her moans getting louder, more intense as she worked herself, sucking my cock.
She pressed me deep into her throat, rubbing her clit the whole time, and held it there. She looked up at me, making eye contact, and I nearly fucking came in her pretty fucking mouth.
I stepped back, pulling my cock from her mouth, and then pulled her to her feet. I sat on the couch and pulled her onto me, pressing her down on my thick cock.
She slid slowly down, moaning softly as I filled her. She stopped when I was fully inside her, filling her every inch, and kissed me hard, her hands on the couch over my shoulders. I felt her breasts with my hands as she slowly slid back up, her body shuddering with pleasure.
I slid my hands down her body and then gripped her hips tightly. I smirked as I pulled her down hard, slamming her body down onto mine. She groaned as I did it again and again, pressing myself deep inside her.
She began to work her hips, riding my thick cock. She took me as she gripped the couch hard, her head tipped back. Moans escaped her lips, making me hard as fuck. I loved feeling my bare skin against her as she rode my thick cock. There was nothing better than Charley’s perfect, tight little pussy as she shuddered and moaned, riding me like her life depended on it.
Her hips worked in circles that drove me fucking mad. I slapped her ass and leaned to the side, pushing her farther down. I slapped her again, harder. “Ride that cock faster,” I grunted. “Come on, fucking ride it.”
She moaned, working her hips, slamming up and down. I slapped her ass again and she moaned, rocking her hips, riding faster and faster, trying to keep up with me.
I grabbed her ass and slammed her down, using my arms and hips to make her take my big cock faster and harder. I could feel sweat rolling down our bodies as she took me. I fucked her harder, thrusting deep inside her.
Just as I could feel it building inside me, I gripped her hips and pulled her off. I stood, practically throwing her over my shoulder, and carried her off toward the sliding glass door.
I threw it open as she protested. “Bull! Stop! What are you doing?”
“I want you out there,” I said, putting her down.
“This is crazy. We’re outside!”
“So?” I kissed her hard as she leaned back against the balcony. I held her hips tight. “I fucking own this floor. Nobody can hear us. It’s just us and the fucking city.” I spun her around and spread her legs, bending her over. She gripped the balcony and looked out over the city.
“Holy shit,” she moaned. “This is crazy.”
I pressed my cock deep inside her. “Fuck, I want the whole city to see me fuck this tight pussy.” I began to slide in and out before reaching around to work her clit with my fingers.
“Someone is going to see,” she moaned, but she didn’t move to stop me.
“You like that, don’t you? You want us to get fucking caught.” I slammed my cock into her. I took her hair and tipped her head back and whispered in her ear. “I want the whole city to see how you’re fucking mine. Do you hear me? You’re mine now, all fucking mine.”
“Yes,” she moaned. “I’m yours. Take me. Oh fuck, come on, Bull, take me.”
That was all the encouragement I needed. I slapped her ass hard and began to fuck her like I wanted to, rough and without mercy. She was a dirty fucking girl, and I knew she could take my cock, so I was going to make her never forget this. I pulled her hair roughly as I fucked her tight pussy, slamming myself deep inside her soaking spot.
“Look at that fucking city,” I whispered in her ear. “That’s our fucking city now. You feel me deep inside you? That’s our fucking city.” I began to fuck her hard and slow, my free hand working her clit.
She moaned, pressing up against me, using the balcony for leverage. “I’m yours, Bull,” she moaned. “Fuck the city. I’m yours.”
“That’s right. You’re mine. Fuck the city. This fucking perfect little ass is all I need.” I slapped it hard and went back to fucking her rough.
I wanted to come deep inside her, but I wanted her to scream my name over the city first. I wanted the whole fucking world to know that this dripping cunt was all mine. I fucked her rough, savage, and wild, and she began to work her hips back against me.
I could see the sweat dripping down her skin as her moans got louder, more intense. “Keep going,” she groaned as I slapped her ass nice and hard. “I’m so close.”
I slapped her ass hard again and fucked her, my mind completely blank. The only thing I could see was Charley and her body working against me. I fucked her hard, my hands gripping her hips as she worked back against me.
Her body began to shudder and stiffen. She said my name, over and over, moaning so loudly that I thought the whole fucking country would hear. I loved it, the way she fucking came on my big cock, loud and out of control. That was how I wanted my girls, wanted them to fuck, loud and out of control. I slammed into her, not holding back, not giving her a rest. She was going to take my big cock and she was going to beg for more.
Her whole back stiffened as she came. I could feel it building in myself, and the way she was sweating and riding my dick pushed me over the edge. I could feel the orgasm slowly burst through my body as I came deep inside her tight little pussy
I filled her with my hot cum, groaning as I came. “Fuck, yes, Bull,” she moaned, working me. “Come inside me. Fill me up.”
I grunted as my orgasm slowly finished. I stepped back, panting and soaking wet, and she slowly slid down to sit on the ground. I laughed and sat down beside her.
She rested her head on my shoulder. “That was crazy,” she said.
“Get used to it. You’re with me now.”
She lifted her head and looked into my eyes. “You mean that?”
“I mean it.” I took her chin. “You’re mine now. No more fucking bullshit.”
“Okay,” she said.
I kissed her lips, and then she pressed her face against my chest.
This was my girl. I didn’t know what the future would bring, but she had my baby inside her. I was going to take care of her, and I was going to take care of my baby, and that was all I needed to know.
We sat there on my balcony, sweating and comfortable, and I’d never felt better in my entire life.
27
Charlotte
One Week Later
I was so nervous, I thought I might throw up. Bull squeezed my hand and smiled at me.
“It’s going to be okay,” he said. “Just relax. We know what we’re doing, right?”
“Right.”
“And it’s good. Remember that. It’s damn good.”
“All thanks to you.”
He laughed. “No. All thanks to you. I just answered your fucking questions. You wrote the thing.”
I sighed and didn’t feel like arguing.
Over the past week, we’d done nothing but work on the article. Well, we did that and then we had sex. Lots of sex. The kind of sex that made me want to cross my legs just thinking about it. We slept together, and then we wrote the article, and then we slept together again.
Okay, let’s face it. We fucked. We weren’t sleeping; we were fucking. I couldn’t describe what we were doing any better than that, and I absolutely loved it.
The office was unusually warm, although that could have just been my nerves. Bull was dressed up in an outfi
t Lacy Gray had chosen for him. I didn’t really like Lacy, but she was very good at her job, so I couldn’t complain. Besides, we needed her help, especially now.
She had set this meeting up, which was weird, considering we were meeting with my boss. Coop had seemed annoyed at first, but when he figured out that Bull would actually be here too, he couldn’t say no.
“Charley,” the secretary said finally, “he’ll see you guys now.”
“Thanks,” I said, standing up.
Bull stood up beside me. I was surprised all over again by just how big the man was. He looked like a giant on the field, but in person he was even bigger.
“Let’s do it,” he said softly, and he squeezed my hand one last time before dropping it.
I nodded, and then we walked back through the office. I caught Dee’s eye for just a moment, and I couldn’t help but smile at the pure hatred and jealousy that I saw there. No matter what happened in the meeting, that look was so absolutely worth it.
We got to Coop’s door and I knocked.
“Come in,” he called out.
I opened it and stepped inside. Bull followed me. He shut the door and we took our seats in front of my boss’s desk.
He frowned at me. “Charley,” he said. “Mister Dixon.”
“Bull,” he grunted in reply. “Just Bull.”
“Okay, Bull. It’s an honor to meet you.”
“Sure.”
Coop looked at me. “This is pretty weird, Charley. Normally, my employees don’t set up a meeting through a PR firm.”
“I know. But you understand why we did it?”
He stared at me, his face hard. Coop looked stressed, more stressed than usual. I could only assume it was because of the copy of the article we sent him the night before.
The article said everything we wanted it to say and more. It spoke about Bull’s beginnings, about his childhood with his deadbeat dad and his useless mom. It spoke about how he was inspired at a young age to work hard to get out of his hometown, to better himself.
And then it spoke about his father’s death and the mob. Things were dark for a while in Bull’s life, but because of his unusual talent, he was able to secure a full ride to a good university. He was one of the best college players in the country, and he had the awards to prove it.