by Katie Ford
“You better get a grip girlie,” I warned, my expression grim. “Because you’ve had more than enough chances.”
“More than enough chances!” she shrieked. “What are you talking about? About the time that you booted me out of your house, too cowardly to tell me about your other woman?”
Okay, at least we were on the same page. Neither of us was interested in discussing Hustler, we were interested in re-hashing the past.
“What other woman?” I growled. “And I never kicked you out of the house … you left.”
That made her pause for an instant.
“Don’t pretend,” she said tightly. “I know all about her. About Marie.”
“What about Marie?” I said, my expression frozen, willing myself to give nothing away. There was a lot of history surrounding the dog-walker, but I wanted to figure out what Cleo knew first to minimize any damage.
“She’s the mother of your child,” said Cleo scornfully. “What, you won’t even acknowledge that?”
Now I knew things were really off course.
“Cleo,” I said slowly. “It’s true Marie was pregnant, but it’s not what you think.”
But upon hearing those words, the redhead had flushed again, her expression so hurt, so pained, that I had to continue immediately, I couldn’t stand putting her through this. Best to yank off the band-aid in one fell swoop.
“Marie was pregnant with a child which she thought was mine,” I said slowly, “but I never fucked her.”
“Drake,” said Cleo woodenly, looking out the window, unwilling to meet my eyes. “You don’t have to lie to me. I know how babies are made. You don’t have to make up some crazy story.”
And it was then that I seized her shoulders, gripping the narrow frame, forcing her to look at me, my eyes flashing. I had to make her understand.
“Lorena’s lies have messed shit up so bad that it’s impossible to disentangle,” I growled, “but I’m going to try. I have to try.”
“Baby,” I said slowly, “you know your mother was insecure right? That she was getting older, starting to sag, that she was worried I was going to divorce her and kick her out, right?”
But Cleo wouldn’t even acknowledge me, instead staring out the window, her expression frozen. But I saw a single tear streak from the corner of her eye, and that tear broke my heart, a great surge of emotion running through my big frame. My girl hurt and I had to fix it asap.
“Cleo,” I continued, more gently this time. “Lorena and I never had a real marriage, you know that. Back then, I just needed easy twat and Lorena was it. She never expected anything, never bothered me, so I married her for convenience,” I said. “But she started getting insecure because her body was starting to go to shit, sagging, showing her age.”
Cleo still wasn’t looking at me, but I could tell she was listening, biting her lip while staring out the window, that one tear still streaming down her cheek.
I tried to explain some more.
“Lorena wanted my lifestyle,” I said slowly, “and she was afraid that I’d kick her to the curb, divorce her once she started getting old. So she turned to all sorts of shenanigans to keep me hooked.”
That got the redhead’s attention finally. She turned to me with a hurt expression on her face.
“She pushed me towards you, did you know that?” she said softly. “Her own daughter, she offered me in her place, as a replacement for her. Did you know that?”
And I nodded slowly.
“I’m so sorry honey, it’s some fucked up shit,” I said from the heart. What had happened to Cleo wasn’t fair, not by a long shot. No one deserved Lorena as a mom. “I didn’t know at first, but I figured it out after a while and when I did, I wanted to stop but you were so beautiful, so tempting, and we’d already started the sex …” I rumbled, pausing, unsure.
Cleo flushed, biting her lip again. I have to admit, the word “sex” aroused me too, my john instantly coming alert, the blood beginning to pulse in my groin. But there was too much to say, and I commanded my body to behave for the time being.
“But if we were sleeping together then Lorena had succeeded, she had a golden ticket already,” said Cleo slowly. “Why would she try to break us up?”
And here, I took a deep breath.
“Because I was falling in love with you baby,” I said gently. “If I fell in love with you, who knows what would happen next? I’d want to marry you, have babies with you, which meant I’d definitely divorce her, kick her to the curb.”
And here, Cleo’s eyes grew wide. Her mouth opened but before we could get into the heavy stuff, I interrupted again.
“Baby, let me finish,” I said. “When Lorena realized that her plan with you had backfired, she hatched another, even more diabolical plan. She wanted a baby with me, just for the money. Because even if I divorced her, I’d probably still have to pay a shit ton of cash just in child support.”
Cleo looked confused at this point.
“But how were you going to conceive?” she asked, shaking her head. “Lorena knew you had no interest in her body anymore, there was no way to make a baby,” she finished.
And this was the most twisted part.
“Through Marie,” I said slowly, “that stupid dog-walker. She convinced Marie to be her surrogate.”
Cleo gasped.
“What? How?” she asked. “Being a surrogate is no joke, and where would she get the sperm, anyways?”
Here was the despicable part, the part that made my voice curdle with rage again.
“Your mother,” I said, my voice choking at how amoral the slut was, “saved my sperm from years ago, froze it, and asked the clinic to create a zygote from my sperm and her egg. She had the zygote implanted in Marie’s uterus.”
But Cleo was incredulous.
“She saved your sperm?” she asked, gasping. “How did Lorena do that?”
I shook my head, still stunned by the woman’s sheer tenacity.
“From used condoms,” I said simply. “There were a couple times after I fucked her when I’d find used condoms lying around, still filled with my jism. Your mom didn’t throw them away on purpose. She was saving my sperm so that she could get a zygote made.”
Cleo gaped at me before her face shuttered, turning away.
“I don’t believe it,” she said stiffly. “This is so complicated that it’s unreal. Maybe Marie got pregnant from the sex you were having, like normal people,” she said bitterly, not looking at me still.
But this was where Lorena’s plans had gone off the rails.
“No Cleo,” I said forcefully, putting a big finger under her chin to get her to look into my eyes. “I knew the child wasn’t mine. I knew they were lying all along.”
But Cleo was just tired now.
“You don’t have to lie to me, Drake,” she said. “You slept with Marie, you got her pregnant, it’s that simple.”
“No, listen to me,” I said forcefully. “I never had sex with Marie. I never put my penis in her pussy. That’s how I knew that everything Lorena said was lies.”
At this, Cleo flushed again.
“Well, even if you never had sex with Marie, what happened with the baby?” she asked slowly. “There was still a zygote from your sperm. Where is your son or daughter now?”
“That’s the thing,” I said slowly, “I don’t have a son or daughter. Marie was pregnant, sure, but it’s some other dude’s kid. Honey,” I said taking a deep breath. “I had a vasectomy ages ago. It’s something that I did when I was young, there were so many women out to get me, to catch me in their web. I fucking hated it, all these bitches wanting to be my baby mama, get a nice payout for life, so I had a vasectomy,” I concluded simply.
And here, Cleo drew in a deep breath.
“I’m confused,” she said slowly. “Whose baby was Marie pregnant with then?” she asked, shaking her head.
“Who knows?” I asked. “Lorena was a fucking manipulator. She figured that if I had sex with Marie, I woul
dn’t even question the pregnancy until it was too late.”
“But you always knew it wasn’t yours,” said Cleo slowly.
“Yes,” I growled. “That bitch implanted Marie with some random dude’s sperm mixed with her egg. I threw them both out the minute they confronted me with the pregnancy.”
And Cleo just shook her head.
“This is so confusing,” she said slowly. “I can’t believe Lorena would go to such lengths.”
But I shook my head.
“Believe it,” I growled. “I was a lifestyle to her, nothing more. With me, she could keep up a lavish life, even sleep with the pool boy if that’s what she wanted. But once I decided I wanted to be with you, she knew her days were numbered, I wasn’t going to let her continue her depraved ways forever.”
Cleo was silent for a moment.
“So you’ve never had a child? Never had a child with another woman?” she asked slowly.
“Never,” I grunted, staring at her hard.
“And have you … ?” she asked, her voice trailing off, eyes looking out in the distance as she bit her lip nervously. But I knew what she was asking, and despite the ridiculousness of the situation, it was true. I’d essentially been celibate for four years and wasn’t afraid to say it.
“I haven’t slept with anyone since I was with you,” I said harshly. “No one’s been with me since you.”
And here, Cleo drew a deep breath.
“I never would have guessed,” she said slowly, “Drake Markham, alpha male, man about town … on his own for four years.”
I paused for an instant.
Well,” I drawled. “I wouldn’t say that I was ‘alone,’ exactly.”
That made Cleo look up again, eyes flashing, chin lifted.
“Who have you been with then?” she asked, challenging me, straightening her shoulders as if for battle.
And I smiled at her.
“With you, baby. With your videos, the live cam feeds, the toys you’ve produced. I’ve been living with a simulation of you in my arms, albeit from a distance, but it’s always been you, honey.”
And with that, Cleo drew in a deep breath, that beautiful décolletage rising, her boobs creamy and full, tempting, distracting me.
“I see,” she said slowly. “I see.”
“Yes honey,” I rumbled, taking her hand. “And it’s time to make it real once more.”
And with that, my lips crashed down on hers, taking what was mine, what belonged to me … forever.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Cleo
It was unreal to say the least. My stepdad, the man I’d fallen in love with so many years ago, had just told me that he’d never slept with another woman since me. There was no “other woman,” there was no baby. In fact, he’d been living like a monk since we were together. Well sort of. I guess monks don’t masturbate to my images, my vids, use the toys I’ve put out on the market.
And now, as he pulled me into his arms, demanding, hot, and hungry, I found myself letting go. There was so much to process still, so much to sort through. But I was hungry too, four years of longing will do that to you, and I finally had my chance.
“I’m never letting you go again,” he growled into my ear. “Now that you’re on my territory, you’re here to stay,” he ground out before capturing my mouth in a deep kiss.
And it felt so good, so safe in my stepdad’s strong, muscular arms. I melted into him, my skeleton turning to butter as we kissed each other frantically in the backseat of the car. His hand found the slit in my skirt and grazed up my thigh to brush against my pussy.
“Daddy!” I squealed, pushing his hand away. “There are people waiting for us back at the auction.”
But Drake wasn’t about to be deterred.
“Let them wait,” he muttered hoarsely as he kissed me, his hands unerringly aiming for my heat once again. “They work for me, it won’t matter.”
And I succumbed. It was nice being with a man so masculine and dominant, his hands tracing over my curves like they were long-lost friends. He ran a finger along my décolletage, sampling that creamy flesh and groaned deep in his throat.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against my lips, gently brushing the spattering of freckles there. “I have to see.”
And with that, he seized my dress in his hands and tore it apart, ripping it straight down the middle. I gasped, my body suddenly bared to him, his gaze ravenous as he took in my Double D’s, my wetly creaming cunt. I hadn’t worn lingerie and was totally nude save for my garters and stockings.
“Oh honey,” he growled, his breathing coming hard and fast. “I’ve missed you so much, I’ve missed this so much,” he said before diving between my breasts.
He buried his tongue between the mounds, licking up the sensuous valley before turning his attention to one, then the other. He ravenously tongued a nipple, then the other, before settling into a deep suck, rolling the hardened tips between his lips, tracing them with his tongue as he squeezed my creamy flesh.
I threw back my head with a gasp of ecstasy. I’d forgotten how good it felt to be with Drake, his commanding presence, the way he took over my body, intuiting its deepest wants and needs. With a deep groan, he pushed my breasts together to take both nipples into his mouth, making me scream with pleasure as twin jolts of lightning ran straight to my cunt.
Like a man possessed, Daddy turned his attention to my wetness. I was literally trembling and dripping, a smear of clear juice on my thigh as he pushed me backwards and spread my legs, baring that wet pinkness for his gaze.
“Cleo,” he moaned deep in his throat. “You’ve only gotten more beautiful,” he groaned before diving into my muff, sampling that sweet woman cream. I almost cried as he licked and tasted my twat, pulling my lips wide so that he could touch me internally, sampling that deep pink flesh. He played with my bud, running his tongue up and down along that tight bundle of nerves while his finger stroked my hole, prepping me for where his dick would go. And finally, Daddy surprised me in the best way possible. He bent my knees far back so that my asshole was exposed and took a deep lick of that pungent hole, burying his nose into my back door, sampling that intense, heated space.
I was shocked. Drake and I had done anal sure, but I’d been a virgin at the time so we’d never played extensively down there, the big man careful not to hurt me more than necessary, introducing me slowly to the glories of anal sex. But now Drake wasn’t holding back, licking my back hole, lapping at the pleats, pushing his nose against that dark, steamy space. I creamed again, the wetness gushing out of me as he chuckled deeply, lapping at my ass with long, wet laves.
“Little girl,” he said hoarsely. “I’ve got to have you.” And with a mighty roar, Drake stood and pushed into me, his ten-incher buried in me to the hilt.
I screamed, my vaginal lips parting, cushioning that length, almost split in two by his magnificence. I’d never felt so filled than as at that moment, penetrated by my Daddy’s dong, riding his shaft to heaven.
Like a drowning man, he took me with no mercy, possessed by demons within. His hips rocked furiously, pushing his dick into me again and again as my pussy was pummeled. The stripper in me exploded and I shrieked. “Ravage me, fuck my pussy, trash it, trash it.”
The dirty talk propelled Drake to even greater heights and without missing a beat, he pulled out and shoved his dong into my anus. I screamed again, the penetration unbearable, like my ass had just been ripped apart by a massive poker. But Daddy didn’t stop. He just kept pushing until my sphincter gave in with an audible pop, and his rod was buried in my rectum, his balls snug against my ass.
On the one hand, I was glad he’d pussy-fucked me first because his dick was coated in my juices, making the anal reaming more bearable, more tolerable as he picked up the pace. On the other hand, it was just so hard, so painful, to feel a monster in my butt, dicking me for all it was worth.
But soon enough, my body relaxed and I was able to enjoy the dong pummeling my ba
ck channel. I felt my cunt begin to run again, the juices dripping down to lube his penis as it pounded my anus, and Daddy groaned with arousal, the cream a steamy aphrodisiac.
“Fuck you’re dirty,” he rasped, and with a mighty roar, he came hard in my butt, releasing rope after rope of hot sperm into my anal chamber. His big body shook like an earthquake, and he held me tight to him as his penis erupted, jerking and twisting as the white spurted.
I squealed too, my body convulsing on his rod, the hot friction making me orgasm. My pussy and anus clamped down, grabbing his dick, pulling the sticky sperm deeper into my body, welcoming the hot wetness as it sprayed.
I sighed with satisfaction as I felt the final spurts pulse. Slyly, I reached down and squeezed Drake’s balls, making sure that they were completely emptied, that I’d milked him dry.
“You’re such a little slut,” he murmured into my ear. “But you’re my little slut.”
“Daddy!” I squealed, writhing in his grasp. “You’re the one who’s bad! What about all those people waiting still? They’re probably wondering where we are, and I don’t even have a dress to wear now,” I said, nodding at the torn scraps of red fabric on the floor of the car.
“Baby, who gives a fuck what they think?” he rumbled into the soft skin of my neck. “They work for me, make them wait,” he moaned, as his cock twitched in me once again. “I’ve just rediscovered you, and I want to do it again … second times are always better,” he said with a glint in his eyes.