by C. M. Steele
I cock my brow at him as we come to a red light. “I let you kiss me. James hasn’t been anything but friendly and professional, and I wanted it that way.”
“I never thought about the way it would affect me like this, but I’m ridiculously jealous of it.”
“To be honest, I was going to quit when you came into the room,” I offer up to make him understand. I can’t even imagine having a replica of myself to compete with. I’d be insanely jealous and might have to rip her hair out. I think I might be as nuts as Dean.
He pulls over to the side of the road, turns off the engine, and asks, “Why?”
“Because I thought he was interested in me at the gala, and I was uncomfortable by it. Relief came over me when our eyes met.” He nods his head.
After a long pause, he admits, “I can’t stop thinking about you.” He lifts my hand to his mouth placing a kiss on the back.
The feeling is too incredible to describe, but I maintain control of my voice as I say, “I don’t feel in the least bit guilty.”
“That’s perfect because I don’t feel even a little bit guilty for stealing you away.” He pulls back onto the road and jumps on the Kennedy Expressway. The traffic makes me a little edgy because everyone around here drives like dicks. I closed my eyes and relaxed the rest of the way there. I’m off tomorrow, so I’m not worried what time he takes me home.
“We’re here,” he whispers, pressing his lips to my temple. I moan softly, then open my eyes to a large house.
“Where’s here?” I ask with a yawn.
“My house.”
“So no dinner?” I inquire. I distinctly remember the promise to talk over dinner. Granted, I’m not up for a private conversation in a crowded room.
“I called in Gino’s when I got off the expressway.” He winks at me then kisses my hand.
I stammer out an, “Oh, cool.” I’m a ball of nerves. I can’t believe I fell asleep in the car. I never do that. Dean steps out of the car and comes around to open my door just as I unbuckle my seatbelt. He takes my hand and leads me up the stairs. Dean has a beautiful place. I suppose that’s normal since he’s an attorney.
“I know you’re tired, why don’t you take a seat and I’ll bring you something to drink. You are old enough for a drink, right?”
“Yes, I’m twenty-one,” I reply, biting my lip. He releases a groan, staring directly at my mouth.
A long pause later, he asks, “A beer, wine, or a vodka and soda?”
“A glass of wine.”
“Okay.”
As I wait for him on the sofa, I look around the room. It’s nicely decorated for a busy man. I wonder if a special woman decorated it for him.
“Yes a special woman did—my mom.” Shit. I need to keep my thoughts in my head.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. I don’t know when the last time I was on an actual date and I certainly haven’t been with anyone in a very long time.” He’s holding a beer glass with wine and a beer for himself. “Sorry, I don’t have wine glasses. My mother brought over the wine when I bought this house last month.”
“It’s fine. I’ll make do.” I actually don’t really care for wine, but I need something to calm my nerves, and the vodka would be a little too much. He takes a seat next to me. Nervously, I take a sip; the flavor is stronger than I expected. I set it down, then turn to look at him. “Tell me about you.”
Chapter 6
Dean
“Really there’s not too much to know. I’m one of many assistant district attorneys. I love the law, and I’m good at it, but I don’t know if it’s time to switch gears.” I haven’t mentioned this to my family yet. It’s only because I finally met the one. I never thought it would happen like it did for my father, but that shit hit me like a ton of bricks. I was struck before I understood what was going on. I can’t be any happier about it.
“What do you mean?” she asks, taking another sip from the warm glass. I feel like a dick for not giving her the best. I should have held back on the wine because she deserves to have it in a fancy glass. I watch her mouth as she takes another long drink.
I clear my throat lightly, then answer, “I’m thinking of opening up my own practice or joining a firm.”
“Wow, sounds daunting.”
“It would be, but I’ve suddenly like the idea of having control of my schedule.” My career will force me to be away from her most of the day and night.
“I get that. Being your own boss would be nice.” She bites her lip while she stares at my mouth. Fuck, I want to throw her against the edge of the sofa and fuck her senseless. It’s all my body wants. I’m doing my best to control the insatiable lust that hangs over the edge testing my sanity. I’ve adjusted my cock several times since I saw her standing there with her eyes wide and her hand on the open file drawer. I can barely think straight, but I’m going to go at her pace. Well, at least not at my desired pace.
The doorbell rings. I get up, regrettably leaving her side. The pizza guy hands me the pizza, and I give him a fifty. I close the door and lock it in one swift movement without a “thanks” or “goodnight.” Just get the fuck gone.
She’s making space on the coffee table for the food. Her ass is half in the air, and her dress cuts mid-thigh. I’m pulsing in my pants, wanting to come from the sight alone. How the fuck am I supposed to hold out?
“Damn, that’s a fucking sight,” I growl out.
She turns to look at me with her brow raised and a pretty fuckable smirk on her face. “Thanks, Mr. Black.” And there went my mood. Instantly, I thought of her bent over the file cabinet at the office and calling my brother Mr. Black. What the hell is wrong with me? I need to get over this shit. I never knew how jealous I could get before now.
“What’s with that face? You went from sexy predator to frowning.”
“I just thought about you calling James, Mr. Black.”
“I can go if you’d like.”
I set the pizza down, cup her pretty face, then kiss the fuck out of here. “Doll, your ass isn’t going anywhere. You’re mine, and if you keep that shit up, I’m going to have to tie you to my bed.”
“Well then quit the shit with your brother. Did you fight over girls before?”
“Fuck no, I never gave a damn about any other woman this way. I feel insanely obsessed. In fact, if you had any sense, you might want to leave now because I’m off the next two days and I’m going to spend it filling you with my baby.”
“You’re intense, Dean.”
“I know, but I can’t help it. I’ve never felt this way before. It’s consuming me.” I hold her close, claiming her mouth again. I hear a little rumble in her belly, forcing this to stop. “You need to eat, Nancy.” I want to eat Nancy. Like the big bad wolf, I want to eat her the fuck up.
After we’re all set up to eat, I flip on the TV to something funny. Then I hear a moan come from her lips. She’s pulling the slice away as the cheese stretches to her mouth. My cock twitches at the sight. I swallow hard, thinking of her moaning just for me. Her eyes dart to mine when she hears me groan.
“Sexy,” I whisper, leaning in and nipping on that trailing piece of cheese before kissing her lips. “Delicious.” I pull back, and with all the control in my being, I act like a gentleman while we eat. Sitting back we watch a comedy special on HBO. Slowly, Nancy rests her head on my chest as I hold her to me. As it comes to an end, I look down and see her sleeping. I need this. I crave this.
Doing my best not to wake her, I carry her over to my bed. She wakes just enough to help me undress her. I do my best not to look because I’m staving off an orgasm just from holding her. I slip one of my shirts over her head, then tuck her under the covers. I need to get my shit together, so I clean up the living room and then hit the shower. When I finally come back to bed, she has one leg sticking out from the covers. Her light, smooth skin shines like silk. I want to run my hands then tongue up her sexy thigh.
I adjust my permanent hard-on and slip unde
r the covers. She naturally moves into my arms, allowing me to hold her close all night.
Chapter 7
Nancy
I wake up still wrapped tightly in Dean’s arms. They encompass me, and I should totally be freaking out, but I feel safe and warm right where I am. I take in the view while he’s still sleeping. He’s only wearing a pair of Chicago Bears sleep bottoms, leaving his chest bared for my eyes. I slide my hands across his rock-hard abs with a trace of hair that leads below his pants. It takes me a second to pull away from dipping lower. Instead, I glide my hand up his chest. His hand quickly lands on top of mine. I gasp.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he whispers with a gravely, sleepy voice.
“Morning,” I say, hiding my face against his chest.
“That felt good. A little too good,” Dean says, squeezing my hand. The simple touch turning me on more than it should. “Did you sleep well?”
“Yes,” I moan. He moves quickly, grasping my hips and flipping me on my back. Dean straddles me, his arms on either side as he looks down on me with those gorgeous whiskey-colored eyes. I could stare into them all day, but the feel of his muscular body on me forces them closed to absorb the pure sexual tension.
“Moaning like that is going to get you fucked so damn hard, you’re going be sore.” He’s panting as he gives me a taste of his cock along my pussy. He’s long, hard, and ready. I fight the urge to cave so easily. I want it as much as he does, but I have to put up a little resistance.
“Sounds terrible…maybe I should go,” I tease, attempting to roll to the side and get out from under him. He instantly halts my movements, pinning my hands above my head with his.
“Nope, I’m never letting you go again,” he informs me with a nod, then lowers his head, kissing me softly, then pulling back to add, “We’re going to be together forever, Nancy.” I know that it’s insanely fast, but I can feel it deep within my soul.
“Don’t say things you don’t mean,” I reply breathily between our kisses.
“Baby, I mean every damn word.” He flexes his hips, thrusting his cock along my soaking wet heat. I shiver then wrap my legs around his thighs. He rocks more and more, dry humping me. I don’t know why they call it that because I’m wet as a damn pool right now.
“Fuck, I can’t wait. Tell me to stop.”
“Don’t stop,” I answer. “I want this.”
“There’s no going back, baby.”
“I know you only get one V-card and I’m ready to cash it in.”
He growls, kissing me hard. “I was talking about us. There’s no going back.”
“Make love to me, Dean.”
Chapter 8
Dean
I can’t wait another second to taste her. I grab the hem of her tee and slide it up her slender curves, revealing her soft breasts and stiff pink nipples. I drop my head and suck on her breasts, one at a time. Her breasts are large and firm and bigger than my hands. I growl as I suck and mark her with my mouth.
My cock throbs painfully with every little coo and moan. I can feel beads of sweat building on my forehead, but we’re just getting started. I pull back and sit up to take off her tee. Her face is flush with heated desire. I couldn’t hold back, I kiss her breathlessly. “Fuck, you’re so damn sexy. I’m doing my best to take it slow, but I want you painfully.”
“Take me any way you please, just give me what I need,” she begs, rocking her hips up.
“Lay back and relax.” I kiss my way down her slender yet curvaceous form loving every inch of her with my tongue and hands. Her skin feels soft under my touch. I breathe in deep as my face reaches her covered pussy. The white panties are soaked at the crotch, and I can see the outline of her sweet lips. I press my mouth to it, causing her to jerk away. I smile. She’s all mine, and every bit of this is new to her, but this is most definitely new to me. I’ve never gone down on a girl before. I pray I do this shit right because I know my cock is going to shred her virgin slit. “I said to relax, baby. I know you want to come, but I promise it’ll be very soon.”
Gripping the hem, I tear them off. Fuck, her pretty pink lips are glistening with need. I slip my tongue out and taste her wetness. Like a drug, from one taste I’m hooked. I dip my tongue deeper, then begin licking her. Nancy bucks up and I press my palm on her belly to hold her ass down while I feast. Needing to come, I reach down with the other hand and squeeze my throbbing cock, hoping to stall my orgasm, but I won’t last much longer.
I thrust a finger into her pulsating core, and that sets her off. “Dean,” she cries out, clenching the bedsheets with her pretty manicured nails. I want those babies on my back while I fuck my son into her womb. Her orgasm is sweet and wild. Hearing my name as she comes is thrilling and all I need before I crawl up the bed and push down my clothes, releasing my cock. As soon as I have them all the way off, I line up directly with her entrance. Excruciatingly slow, I rock my cock deeper inside her. I feel her barrier, and her core tries to force me out. I reach down between us leaning backward on my calves. My thumb rubs circles on her clit, teasing her pussy. I lower my body with my arms holding my weight off of her. I pause for just a moment to say, “You’re mine,” before slamming past her barrier and claiming her innocence.
I freeze when I see the pain written on her face. Regret hits me until she whispers, “Damn, glad that’s a one and done kind of thing.” I start laughing, which makes her giggle. Relief fills me up, but I’m nowhere near done with my woman. I lean down and silence her with a barely restrained kiss.
“Please keep moving,” she begs, running her hands down my biceps. Her fingers flex as I slowly stroke in and out. The tightness of her pussy claims my soul and drags the cum from my balls, readying for release. She smiles up at me, and I return it, then lower my head and take her lips. Our kiss is heavy, passionate and stimulating both of us. Tendrils of pleasure shoot down my spine, causing my pace to pick up. The sweat between us builds as our flush bodies grind against each other. I bend down and suck on her left breast which has a little beauty mark under it that I can’t help but kiss. “You’re sexy as hell, Nancy. I’m so close, but I want you to come with me. Can you give it to me? Can you cry out my name while I’m balls deep into your perfect cunt?”
“Yes, don’t stop. Please, suck on my breasts. Touch me,” she cries out, ordering me with her sultry voice to take her. I grasp hold of her hair and tilt her head back, kissing her roughly. Pulling back, I pump harder, then sucking her hard peaks one at a time into my mouth. Sliding my hand down, I cup her ass, squeezing it and fucking into her until she repeatedly screams, “Dean.” Her walls pulse around my cock, cumming on my length as I bellow out her name and empty my seed into her depths. Jets of cum splash against her womb as I press against her cervix, making sure to give us a chance for making a baby. The thought of a beautiful angelic little version of Nancy running around with her blonde curls cuts through my head. I immediately squash that vision for one of a strong boy like me. Boys first because I’m going to need help having a daughter as beautiful as her mother.
I kiss her again, feeling my dick twitch inside her. The longer we stay with me on top of her and my weight supported by my elbows, the harder I get. The thought of her swollen with my kid hits me straight in my chest and down to my balls. I can feel them tighten again. I took her bare, neither one of us talking about it. I look down at her and let it out.
“I’m getting hard just thinking about the baby we’re going to make.”
“Baby? Holy shit, I just let the moment get away from me.” She blanches. “I don’t normally do this.” I press my lips together trying to hold back the smug smile. “Of course, I don’t. What a dummy.” She tucks her face away, lifting the pillow to it.
“I don’t either, but I’m not regretting an ounce of it. I told you that you’re mine and it was a done deal once I slid inside of you. I want to see you round with my baby. I want to let everyone know that you're carrying my kid. And I think it’s time to work on making it happen.
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br /> Chapter 9
Nancy
The weekend went by faster than I cared. I can’t believe that I’ve essentially sold my soul to Dean. We’re at my apartment, and I have a feeling that I won’t be staying here long. He talked about putting his baby in me that first time when he took my innocence, but he hadn’t mentioned it again. Maybe spending the weekend with me made him second guess his rash actions and words.
“I’m almost ready,” I say while he sits on my bed watching me get dressed. He’s staring at me with focus and intent. I try to avoid catching his gaze so I can finish and not get lost in his gorgeous eyes, but I’m a lost cause.
“It’s fine. We have time. You’re just so damn beautiful.” He smiles at me like a man in love. I gasp as he nods like he can read my thoughts. I feel like I’m already in love. I add the finishing touches of my makeup. Today, I decided to wear less. I don’t know if it’s because Dean makes me feel naturally pretty or I couldn’t care less how I look because I look the best when I’m wearing Dean. How can I be horny again? We had sex throughout the night. He acted as if it was the last time he was going to see me. I smile at him through the mirror, then turn around.
“How do I look?” I give him a twirl in my cute, green dress and mini jacket that goes just under my breasts. It’s sassy yet classy, the way I prefer to style.
He shakes his head, smiling with sinful intent. I shake my head and then move out of his grasp before he can seduce me back into bed. It’s not that I don’t want to be there, but we both have work. Dean stalks me around the room until I’m trapped between the closet door and his large, sexy frame. With his hands pressed to the door, boxing me in, he runs his nose up and down my neck. With a gruff whisper, he answers, “Too fucking hot. I’m going to lose my mind with you dressed like this. You should be my assistant.”
I giggle. “Ha, you’d never get anything done, and we both know that’s a bad idea.”