by April Lust
“You smell so fucking good,” Charlie groaned. He pulled my hips towards him and lowered his head, kissing his way down my belly, until he was right in front of my crotch. My cheeks flamed with embarrassment as Charlie nuzzled me through my damp panties. When he slid a finger inside the waistband and slowly began to tug them down my legs, I had to fight the urge to push him away – not because I didn’t want him, but because I just couldn’t believe that he still found me sexy. I was six months pregnant! It wasn’t like I was some gorgeous young virgin.
“Charlie,” I groaned slowly. He gestured for me to step out of my panties and tossed them to the side. He put his hands on my hips and pulled me forward. “What are you doing?”
“Making you feel good,” Charlie whispered in my ear once I was back on his lap.
My legs were spread and I was straddling his lap, facing him. I felt so exposed, even though I could no longer see my pussy. I could feel myself dripping moisture onto his jeans, and he smiled at me as he slid a hand down my belly and teased the small tuft of hair that I’d allowed to grow between my legs.
“I’m sorry,” I said, ducking my head and blushing. “I’m sorry, I haven’t shaved—”
“Shut up, Nicolette,” Charlie growled. With his free hand, he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me forward for a passionate kiss. When my lips met his, it burned like a brand. We kissed passionately, our tongues sliding together, sending powerful sensations of lust and desire through my body.
I groaned and arched my back, pushing my breasts against Charlie’s shirt. The feel of the rough cotton against my bare skin made me shiver and moan into his mouth, and I squealed with delight as his fingers finally moved against my pussy, gently fondling my clit until fireworks were exploding in my belly. “Charlie,” I groaned. “Take me to bed. I want you, Charlie. I want you so much.”
In one swift motion, Charlie hauled me off his lap and scooped me up in his arms. I kept my eyes closed as he staggered down the hallway, bearing my weight as though I was no heavier than a feather. He kicked his bedroom door open, then stepped over the threshold and set me down on the bed. With our eyes locked, he pulled his shirt over his head and yanked his jeans off. His cock was standing straight up, and it looked even bigger than it had the last time I’d seen him naked. I gasped as he crawled onto the bed, between my legs, and slapped my thighs apart.
He lay on his stomach and began kissing and licking my inner thighs. His stubble tickled me and I moaned softly, throwing my head back and burying it in the pillows on the bed. They all smelled like him – like pure, delicious man. Like unbridled sex, like the kind of man I’d always chased and never found. Not now, don’t think about that now, I ordered myself as I felt Charlie’s tongue slide even closer to my pussy.
I moaned when I felt Charlie’s fingers between my legs, spreading my labia and licking gently at my clit. The sensation was so incredible that I strained to keep my legs as far apart as possible and pushed forward until my crotch rubbed against Charlie’s face. I blushed when I heard him chuckle, then he breathed softly on me. I gasped and Charlie chuckled again. As he slid his tongue around my swollen, soaked clit, I reached down and gently tangled my fingers in his unruly dark hair, guiding him towards me.
Charlie slid a finger inside of my soaked pussy and began to rock it back and forth as he sucked and licked at me. I went wild – thrashing around on the bed, moaning, throwing my head back and grinding my hips against Charlie’s face. As he licked at me, I closed my eyes until everything was black and swirling colors.
When Charlie pulled away, I moaned softly. Opening my eyes, I watched as he crawled up the bed, over me, and kissed me wetly. His chin and beard were covered with my juices and I blushed as his tongue slipped into my mouth, still tasting like me. I sucked his tongue gently, then his lower lip. Charlie groaned into my mouth. His hands slid up my body, skimming over my breasts, and tangled in my hair. Our kiss deepened and instinctively, I pressed my body against his. Charlie was between my legs and I felt his hard cock against my pussy.
“I want you,” I whispered softly. “Please, Charlie. Please take me.”
Charlie steadied himself with one hand braced on my hip, then slid inside as slowly as he could. I groaned at the sensation of his cock filling me, then closed my eyes and held my breath as he bucked his hips against mine.
We rocked and moved together in a sensual kind of unspoken rhythm. I wrapped an arm around Charlie’s neck and pulled him down close. Our breath was mingling, our lips were inches apart, and as he thrust in and out of my body, I felt my pleasure begin to build. Moaning softly, I ground my pelvis against Charlie’s abs until I felt my clit rub against his body. The sensation was breathtaking and I let out a small whimper of delight as Charlie slammed into my body. His breath was coming in ragged gasps, and I felt him move against me.
Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and twisted to the side. We rolled together and landed with him on his back, with me straddling him. It felt obscene; my belly was sticking out and I couldn’t even see his belly, but I felt his cock filling me, just as much as before.
Charlie grinned up at me. “I wanna see you ride me.” He reached up and gently pinched my nipple. The pleasure shooting through my body was almost too much to bear, and I threw my head back and cried out with delight. Charlie’s free hand moved to my hips and he began to push me back and forth until I was riding his cock.
I could barely breathe as we moved together and I leaned forward and braced myself against his chest with one hand as I ground against him. I was so wet that my juices were leaking down his hips and soaking the mattress beneath us. As I arched my back and cried out, Charlie sat up and took one of my nipples in his mouth. My clit pushed against his pubic bone and I moaned softly. We kissed passionately, tongues meshing, and I held my breath as I pumped my hips faster and faster on top of his body. Charlie’s cock felt like a rod inside of me and I wriggled eagerly. Finally, he let out a wild groan in my mouth. I felt his body shudder and shake with pleasure.
“Keep going,” Charlie whispered in my ear as he pulled away. He slid a hand between our bodies and began rubbing at my clit until I was trembling. When the orgasm hit me, it was the most powerful thing I’d ever experienced, like my whole body had been covered with lights and all of them blinked on at once. I moaned and threw my head back and let out a wild scream as my body tensed with the orgasm.
The silence was deafening as Charlie slowly pulled his arms away from me. I climbed off of him and collapsed next to him. We weren’t touching, and I could feel my heart thudding in my chest.
Finally, Charlie reached over and pulled me close. “Come here,” Charlie whispered. “Just let me hold you for a while.”
I wanted to get up, to go to my room, to forget about what had just happened. But Charlie’s bed was so warm and inviting, and I was so drowsy. My body was still tingling and buzzing with the intense orgasm I’d just had, and I realized I couldn’t make myself move, even if I had wanted to. “Okay,” I said slowly. I pulled the sheet over our bodies and snuggled closer.
Charlie wrapped an arm around me. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I said softly. I rolled onto my side and Charlie shifted behind me, spooning me close. The heat from his body was relaxing enough to make me want to sleep.
“What’s wrong?”
I snorted. “I just said I was fine!”
“Right,” Charlie said wryly. “But I can tell you’re lying. What’s up, Nicolette?”
“Nothing,” I said again. “I just didn’t really take you for a snuggler, that’s all.”
Charlie chuckled. “Well, I didn’t really think we’d wind up sleeping together again,” he replied. “Are you okay? Was that too much for you?”
“No,” I said softly. “It was unexpected, that’s all.” I yawned. “I can’t believe how tired I am. I feel like I’ve been running a marathon or something. Being pregnant is exhausting. I don’t know how people who have long jobs can stand it.”
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sp; Charlie burst out laughing. “I’m sure,” he said. “It seems like it’s a real pain.” His voice dropped low. “You’re great, though. You look beautiful, even with that belly. You’re going to be one of those hot moms with tattoos.”
I snorted. “Right,” I said softly. I yawned again.
This time, Charlie joined in. “Just sleep, babe,” he said. “Just take a nap. I’ll be right here, okay?”
I didn’t even have the strength to agree. I closed my eyes, thinking I’d just relax for a few minutes and then get up. But my limbs felt heavier and heavier with each breath I took. A little nap won’t hurt, I rationalized. Everything’s going to be fine. I’m safe. Charlie is right here.
Chapter 18
Nicolette
“Nicolette,” Jack growled. “What the fuck are you doing, huh? You dumb bitch! I told you, don’t leave the stove on!”
“Jack, I’m still cooking,” I argued. “I’m making your dinner! Would you rather I stopped?”
Jack stepped closer, his hands already balled into the telltale fists. “No,” he said. “But I wanted you to have it on the table when I got home. Didn’t I make that real fuckin’ clear when we moved in together? As soon as I get home, dinner’s on the table. That’s a fuckin’ rule, Nicolette. Don’t fuck with me!” He swung his fist back in the air and I ducked, but it caught me on the side of the head and I cried out in pain.
“Jack, I’m sorry!” I cried loudly. “Jack, I didn’t know you’d be home this early! It’s only six! Most of the time you’re not back here ‘til nine! And if I had dinner cooked early most nights, it’d be cold when you got home. What am I supposed to do?” I knew I was being bad, talking back to him like this. But sometimes I just got so frustrated. Being with someone as heated as Jack was enough to make me feel like no matter what I did, it wasn’t good enough.
“You’re walking a thin line, bitch,” Jack snarled. “I want dinner in half an hour. Any more than that and I’ll beat you so bad you won’t be able to sit down for a week. You got that, cunt?”
Miserably, I turned back towards the stove and prayed the water would boil as quickly as possible. I didn’t even understand why Jack was acting like this – after all, he was mostly indifferent to my cooking. I wasn’t that good. I knew I wasn’t that good. Mom and Dad had always favored really simple meals: egg noodle casserole, tuna melts, that kind of thing. Sometimes salmon cakes with canned salmon if Mom was feeling fancy, or during Lent.
I was making spaghetti and meatballs. When I pulled the package of ground beef out of the fridge, my hands were shaking so badly that I almost dropped it. My thoughts were racing, no matter how calm I tried to stay, I couldn’t. I kept thinking about what Jack would do to me if I ruined dinner again.
I shouldn’t have been so scared. After all, I’d been through some bad beatings. Jack beat me almost every day of the week, for reasons known only to him. It had gotten so bad that I’d had to quit my part-time job. I basically only lived as his housekeeper and cook now. Sometimes his girlfriend, at least, in front of the other Steel Gods. But Jack had taken to smacking me around in front of the men, too. I guessed it made him feel like a real man.
Just as I’d gotten the meatballs together with breadcrumbs and herbs, I felt a hand clamp down on my shoulder. I spun around and Jack was standing right there. There was alcohol wafting off his breath and white powder caked on his nostril. As soon as I saw that he’d been doing coke again, I felt my heart sink.
“Bitch, where the fuck is my food?” Jack’s voice wasn’t yelling, yet, but he was close. “Where the fuck is my dinner, bitch? I told you to have it ready!”
“It hasn’t been a half-hour yet,” I replied, my voice trembling. I began to shake and shiver and closed my eyes, anticipating a fist against my cheek. “Jack, I’m trying, I’m really trying. I’m sorry!”
“Try harder, you stupid cunt,” Jack snarled. He leaned toward my face until I could feel his breath hot against my cheek. “Try harder! Do it right now!”
I turned back around to the stove and suppressed a sob as I put my hands into the bowl and began squeezing the meatballs together. My hands were shaking so badly that I dropped a clump of meat onto the floor.
I almost felt the punch before it happened. Jack socked me hard in the cheek, so hard I heard something crack in my inner ear. I let out a yelp of pain and felt myself falling to the ground. Before I could block my fall with my hands, I crashed onto my knees and cried out again. The kitchen floor was hard concrete under a thin layer of linoleum, and it felt like I’d fallen from a two-story building.
“You’re such a fucking cunt!” Jack yelled. “I do everything for you! I give you a place to live, and protection, and I take care of you! And this is how you repay me, you fucking bitch!” He kicked me and the blows started raining down on my body.
I couldn’t even count how many times he hit me – after a while, it all blurred together. “Jack, please,” I begged, curling into a ball and covering my face with my hands. “Please stop!”
Miraculously, the punches and blows stopped. I dared to breath, peeking between a crack in my fingers. My body was swollen and aching and I could feel that I’d broken a tooth. Blood was oozing down my throat, making me nauseated. Jack reached down and grabbed my shoulder. I tried to push him away but he tightened his grip and yanked me up until I was standing on my feet.
“You’re a cunt,” Jack said. He crossed his arms over his chest and smiled – he actually smiled! – at me like it was some kind of cute joke. “You know what happens to cunts?”
Painfully, I licked my lip. My jaw was throbbing and the broken tooth was cutting into the side of my mouth. It was already swollen and sore – I knew I’d probably have to have surgery, or at least have the rest of the tooth yanked by some cheap dentist.
“Answer me,” Jack growled. “What happens to cunts?”
“I don’t know,” I whimpered. “Jack, I’m sorry! Just give me ten minutes and I’ll have dinner ready for you, okay?”
Jack shook his head. “I lost my fuckin’ appetite,” he snarled. “But you’re gonna eat. Come here.”
On shaky, steady legs I walked towards him. Jack shoved me down to my knees and I yelped again as a shock of pain flooded my body. He unzipped his pants and shrugged them down to his knees. His cock was already hard, and I sighed when I realized what he wanted me to do.
“Jack, please,” I begged softly. It hurt to talk and my words sounded mushed up, like I was drunk. “I think I broke my tooth. I can’t put anything in my mouth right now.”
Jack chuckled. “Too fuckin’ bad,” he said. “I think you want to pleasure me, Nicolette. I think that’s what good little cunts do when they’ve been bad.”
My stomach sank as I wrapped my hand around his member and began to slowly pump him up and down. Jack groaned with pleasure and stepped forward. He tangled his hand in my hair and forced my head towards his cock.
When it was over, I swallowed his cum and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. I expected Jack to turn around and ignore me, but instead he watched, smiling, as I stood up off the kitchen floor and brushed the dirt off my knees.
“I don’t think you’re done eating, yet,” Jack said. He grinned and I felt my stomach turn. What the fuck was he going to do to me now? Bring over the other bikers and have me blow all of them? Maybe one of them would see I had a broken tooth and tell him to quit it.
“Sit down,” Jack ordered. He grabbed me again – more roughly this time – and dragged me toward the kitchen table. As he pushed me down in a chair, I felt the air rush out of my lungs. Jack reached towards the counter and grabbed the bowl of raw hamburger meat that I had been using for meatballs. He put it in front of me. The smell of raw meat was enough to turn my stomach and I gagged, turning away and putting my face in my shoulder.
“Don’t be a bitch, Nicolette,” Jack said. He grinned again and put his hands on his hips. “I wanna make sure you get your dinner. Eat!” When I didn’t make a move for the bo
wl, his eyes turned dark and angry. “Eat it all, you cunt.”
With a shaking hand, I reached into the bowl and picked up a small ball of raw meat. The juices dripped over my fingers as I lifted it close to my mouth.
“Jack, please,” I begged. “I’m going to get sick! This is dangerous, Jack. Please don’t make me do this. I’m sorry I didn’t have dinner ready for you! I’m sorry! I’ll do anything! I’ll make you anything you want!”
“Eat it,” Jack thundered. “Don’t make me hit you again, you cunt. You fuckin’ hurt my hand! I ought to beat you black and blue for that!”
My skin crawled as I slowly brought the handful of raw meat to my mouth and took a nibble. My broken tooth throbbed as I chewed quickly, trying to swallow the meat before the flavor penetrated my taste buds. I gagged and coughed and almost threw it up, but managed to keep it down.
Jack stared at me, disgusted. “You’re fucking pathetic,” he said. He grabbed the bowl of meat and threw it as hard as he could. The bowl hit the wall and shattered into a thousand pieces while the huge lump of meat dropped to the floor. I felt the vomit rise in my throat and leapt out of the chair, running to the sink and throwing up.