by Aisha Brooks
I wanted him. He had better follow through this time, or I was going to rip my hair out. I couldn't handle the teasing kissing and just stopping over and over again. It was giving me the female version of blue balls and my vagina ached.
I wanted him to touch it. Grabbing his hand I guided it down between my legs, figuring that a simple gesture would get my point across better than words.
“God, you're all wet Sofie,” he murmured quietly, and his fingers slipped between my lips as he stroked me softly. When he hit my clit I cried out and grabbed his shoulders, trying not to have my knees buckle. It was intense, like a lightening zap that hit me when he thumped on it with his fingers.
He inserted a finger inside me, slowly stretching me and I pushed myself against his hand. It actually hurt a tiny bit, but I didn't say anything. I knew the first time sometime hurt but was better once they got past the skin.
Leaning forward I nibbled on his shoulder through his shirt as I lowered my hands down to the buttons on his shirt. I undid the buttons as his other hand reached inside my bathrobe and started to fondle my breasts.
When he rolled my nipples between two of his fingers I pressed against him hard. He had his hands all over me and I wanted more of him. Pulling his shirt apart I leaned forward and licked one of his nipples until it pebbled and turned rock hard. Then I repeated it to the other one. I put my right hand lower until I found his cock through his pants.
He was a large man, and he was erect. Solid as a rock I squeezed him through his pants, moaning as he started to finger me faster and his thumb patted my clit in a circular motion. He had my hips grinding on their own accord, and I felt a little like a wanton hussy. It was hot. I was standing here half naked in front of him and I wanted him to push me back and take me.
I took a step back towards the couch before I realized I had pulled away from him and then beckoned him to follow me. When he brought his fingers up to his mouth to taste my juices on his fingers I blushed. He smiled at me and then pushed me back on the couch and fell between my legs pushing my knees apart.
Before it registered what he was doing, he'd buried his face between my legs and attacked my clit with his tongue and lips and was sucking and licking on me. Letting my head fall back against the couch I closed my eyes. He put one hand on my leg and I could feel his hands digging into my leg. His other hand moved below his mouth and inserted his fingers inside me again, twisting and thrusting them as his tongue played with my clit.
I could feel my stomach muscles contract and tighten around his fingers as each lick and suck brought me closer to my own release. I grinded myself against his face until he was practically smothered and then I screamed as I came. My legs shook and everything tensed up so hard I couldn't move. Even my toes curled up.
Panting heavy when I opened my eyes I looked at him, he was wiping my juices off his face on my bathrobe before pulling it open the rest of the way to look at me. He stood and removed his boots and his pants and then laid to me on the couch. Pulling me on top of him he encouraged me to climb up and be the one to set the pace.
His cock felt like the softest velvet I've ever petted, and I let my thighs stroke against him as I pushed against him. I knew if I took him deep inside me, there was a chance it could hurt but I wasn't going to let it stop me. Straddling him I pushed myself up so I had space and braced myself on one knee and used my foot to get some leverage above him.
Pulling his cock into a straight upright position I positioned it at the opening of my vagina and slowly inched myself onto his cock until I reached my hymen and could feel the slight sting of pressure.
A little nervous, I just grinded my hips up and down slightly, teasing him, waiting to see if he'd grab me and help me, I didn't want to be the one to do it. Eventually, he grabbed my hips and yanked down as he pushed upwards inside of me.
Gasping at the sharp pain and my eyes watered, I took a deep breath and realized it wasn't as bad as it could have been. He froze inside of me and after my body relaxed around me I opened one eye to peek at him. He looked shocked.
“Are you okay?” I asked him.
Disgruntled he gave me a funny look, “You were a virgin, why didn't you tell me, I wouldn't have--”
I cut him off, “Exactly why I didn't tell you. Thank you,” I told him and then braced my hands on his chest and started to ride him, letting my head fall back and now that I'd adjusted to his size and his breaking through my hymen had stopped hurting after a minute, it felt good.
The way I'd imagined. The tip of his head was angled just right to press against a sensitive spot inside of my vagina that had me gasping on each thrust and pressing hard against the tip of his dick and rotating my hips wanting more. Before I knew what happened I climaxed again, my entire body shaking like an Earthquake as stars exploded behind my eyes.
He grabbed my hips and jerked me on top of him since I'd frozen stiff with cumming, and he reached his own orgasm shortly after I did. Shuddering against each other, I just clung to him. I didn't want to talk, but I had no regrets. I was glad he was my first.
We spent the next three days and three nights making love on every surface of that cabin, and even outside in the woods. Then the news came that I was dreading.
They were ready for me to disappear and start over, and they had enough evidence to nail the families and men they were after.
I didn't want him to go.
Chapter 6: Ireland And Fantasies
They actually sent me to Ireland. With a new identity, enough money I was set for life thanks to my mom and the funds my dad made them give me from him before he went to jail.
I had a small house that was on a couple acres with a cute white picket little fence, and I just got a puppy. A bullmastiff. He'd grow to be a large, family protective dog. But we were going to need it.
Before I'd left the states, I guess those nights with John had left me pregnant. He spent a couple weeks getting me settled in, helping me find a house, but he had another assignment and left me. Then I found out I was pregnant.
I kept writing him all these letters. Telling him about the baby, how she moved, it was a girl. I'd just found out at my last doctor's appointment. How the dog was growing and how big he was now. That I missed him.
I realized when he was gone, how much I'd fallen in love with him in the time I'd spent with him. John wasn't even his real name and I wasn't sure how to contact him when he'd left. So instead I settled for all these letters I wrote him and kept in a box on my dresser in my room.
I'd been taking cooking classes, and my neighbor had helped me learn how to do laundry. After ruining two loads, she'd found me crying in the yard and had stopped to ask me if I was okay. I'd told her what happened and she'd happily spent an hour teaching me how. She even showed me how to hang it in the yard to dry to help it smell fresh.
The community I lived in had almost no crime, and everyone was for the most part kind to each other. I was a newcomer, but they didn't treat me like I didn't belong. No one asked me where the father was, which I appreciated.
But I kept having these dreams of John showing up on my front porch, sweeping me off my feet, and us getting married and living happily ever after. I guess a baby and a new life wasn't the worst thing I could have gotten out of the situation. I was alive. I was free. That's what I had wanted, and yet I wasn't happy because John was missing from the picture.
I wasn't supposed to call them back in the states unless my identity had been compromised and then I only had a number for my handler, who was a woman. It appeared like I'd never see John again, and it broke my heart a little bit.
Sitting on the front porch I filled out his letter, and then heard the dog barking. He jumped off the porch and ran to the end of the gate barking at someone who stood there.
Getting up to see who it was, I waddled more than I walked. When I saw John standing there, I froze, completely shocked to see him. He let himself inside the gate and the look on his face when he saw my pregnant belly was priceless.
If I hadn't been so surprised to see him, I probably would have laughed.
“Sofie?” He whispered to me as he got closer and looked questioningly at my belly, then caught himself and called me by my new name. “Natalie?”
“Hi John,” I whispered and then laughed softly. “Or whatever your real name is.”
“Devon. Devon Kline. And I'm sorry it took so long for me to come back,” he told me and then pulled me into his arms and kissed me. I kissed him back, almost forgetting he'd been gone for so long.
“Why did it take you so long?” I asked him, realizing that I hadn't ever expected to see him again.
“I had to finish what I started, all the court dates, finishing up the paperwork. Giving you time to adjust to make sure you'd settle in without me before they'd let me go to find you. I'm here to stay, if you'll have me,” Jo-- No, Devon told me, looking almost lost as he put a hand on my belly with a look of awe on his face.
“It's yours you know,” I told him and he nodded at me, he never thought otherwise and I appreciated that. I was glad I didn't have to defend that or explain anything. “Why didn't you tell me you were coming back?”
“I wasn't sure I was going too,” he admitted and looked guilty. “But then I couldn't stop thinking about you. I missed you; no other women seemed as interesting as you. I mean how many women would attack a man in bunny slippers? I could go my whole life and that one memory will stick in my brain that leads up to a night of sex. Bunny slippers have a whole new meaning. You had them on the entire time we had sex.”
I laughed, I had forgotten that. What an odd detail for him to remember. “I felt like you broke my heart when you left and I never heard from you again.”
“I'm so sorry princess; I didn't mean to ignore you. If they'd have let me contact you I would have.” He touched my cheek gently and for the first time, him calling me princess had me sighing in relief instead of irritation.
It's amazing how separation makes what is really there between you two so glaringly obvious when you aren't there to smother it.
“I wrote you an entire box full of letters, I didn't think I'd ever be able to send them to you, but I guess you can have them now. I love you Jo-- Devon. I'm glad you are here, I hope this time it's for good because I don't know if I can handle watching you leave again and not come back,” I told him, feeling a little protective of myself... and my heart.
Devon hugged me tightly and then put his arm around my shoulders and walked me inside since it started to rain. It rained a lot in Ireland, but I was getting used to it. The dog rushed past both of us and almost knocked Devon down.
“He's allowed in the house?” Devon asked me, sounding a little surprised.
“Not only in the house, but he sleeps on the end of my bed too,” I told him grinning.
“I guess I'll find a way to live with that,” he told me and then took my hand. “I can't promise you that we won't fight, or have disagreements, I'm a controlling ass at times. I'm used to getting my way and I don't always communicate as well as I should when I should. But I promise to be faithful. I promise to protect you as best as I can and I'll live here with you, if that is what you want. Just say yes.”
“Are you asking me to marry you?” I asked him a little confused by his fast spiel of words.
“Yes, I guess I am,” he told me and grinned at me. “Say yes princess, put me out of my misery.”
Throwing my arms around his neck I hugged him tightly and buried my face in his neck. In the last few months I learned how to survive on my own and now I knew I didn't need him to take care of me, but I sure wouldn't mind letting him, if he really wanted too.
“Yes, I'll marry you, but your daughter and I are a packaged deal. And John. He's part of the package too,” I told him.
“It's a girl!?” he asked me grinning and nodded at me, and then his face froze and he looked confused. “Who's John?”
“Well, I sort of named the dog after you,” I told him and then laughed.
“Okay, John too,” he told me, and then started to ask me why I named the dog John. Kissing him, I pulled him upstairs to my bedroom. It had been too long, and I didn't want to talk anymore.
John howled in the hallway that night when he didn't get his normal spot on the bed. Devon finally let him in around two am and John jumped on the end of the bed and curled up, content.
“Blasted dog,” Devon muttered as he crawled back into bed with me.
“Now you know why he's named after your alter ego,” I whispered sleepily against his shoulder.
For once, my entire world felt okay. Everything was in place and while I knew the future could be messy, probably would get messy, for today, it was good.
I could live with good.
Penetrated and Impregnated
A BWWM Romance
This deliciously dirty story is a part of Aisha Brooks’ super-charged, highly lewd collection of love and lust, written in 2015. Those who attempt to steal any part of this goldmine and take it as their own risk being a fiery, hot death from a hunk bearing copyright notices—and she’s not about to play with you.
This is a work of fiction—although we wish that people like this really existed, it’s nothing more than a figment of a very, very overactive imagination. Any resemblance to someone you know, a place you love or a thing you hold dear to your heart is nothing more than a craving in your heart that these carnal desires and actions were true!
It goes without saying that this book oozes with erotic sex appeal, and is filled to the rafters with a smorgasbord of acts that you certainly wouldn’t tell your grandmother about. Bodice-ripping, panty-dropping and glasses-steaming, the scenes contained herein are wickedly naughty!
Although all the saucy characters are flirting with forbidden desires and sometimes taking the naughty fruit they really shouldn’t be, all are consenting adults over the age of 18 and not blood-related. What they are is passionate and eager to explore their carnal desires all day long.
In short, this book is going to get you very, very hot!
© Aisha Brooks
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Table Of Contents
Chapter 1: Naomi Meets Carla
Chapter 2: Insecurities
Chapter 3: The Fateful Day at the Gym
Chapter 4: A Night With Ryan
Chapter 5: Pregnant!
Chapter 6: Avoiding the Problem
Chapter 7: Reunited
Chapter 1: Naomi Meets Carla
Naomi rushed out of the cab and into the gargantuan building that housed the offices of the law firm she worked at. She had left work only six hours ago and she was already back, but nobody found this unusual. Naomi hadn’t gotten herself to where she was by taking it easy, she had gotten here through unimaginable hard work and dedication.
Naomi’s inspiring story was well known in the law firm. Born in an extremely poor family, she had worked her way through college as well as law school until finally getting employed by the best firm in New York City within months of graduating, and she had done all of this despite all of the racism she had experienced just because she was black.
In the past four years that she had been working at the law firm, Naomi had soared to the rank of partner with ease, and most of the other lawyers at the firm were in awe of her unparalleled legal knowledge and her formidable presence in the courtroom.
Naomi rushed into her office where the paperwork from last night was still spread across her desk. She was working on a particularly difficult legal case that she was working on. A lot of peopl
e seemed to think that Naomi was a bit of a workaholic, because no one could remember the last time she ever went out and enjoyed herself.
One of the people that was concerned about Naomi’s workaholic tendencies was the woman that worked as her secretary, a Latina woman named Carla, who had just walked into Naomi’s office.
“Hey, Naomi!” said Carla brightly. Naomi looked up distractedly and said, “Hey Carla.”
“The guard at the front desk told me that you went home at three in the morning last night,” said Carla, “Yet you’re right back here at work at nine sharp as if it’s just a normal day!”
“Yeah well I just have so much work to do,” said Naomi, “I can’t just sleep all day, I have a job to do!”