Now I woke up from my nap to find her trying to sneak the fuck away. “Didn’t I tell you not to leave this bed?” I am in pussy heaven. After our marathon fucks her pussy was taking me much easier now. Though it’s still tight as fuck, and her walls still cling to my shit, she no longer winces each time I hit bottom.
She smiled up at me as she lifted her hips into my
pounding thrusts. “Max I was just going to get some juice, I’m all out.” She held up the empty bottle she was still holding in her hand and the smile became a grin.
I’m pretty sure she was laughing at my ass again, but I don’t give a fuck. Somewhere in my subconscious, the old me that used to talk a lot of shit, the man I was when I was sure I would never fall victim to the love game, was looking on shaking his damn head. Fuck that asshole too.
How was I to know that there was a pussy this good out there waiting to trip my ass up? I can unequivocally state that I have never in my life fucked anyone this much in the space of twenty-four hours. I didn’t even know a dick could do that shit.
I see her, I want her, I smell her, I want her I think of her I want her. Those three things are all it takes to get my dick ready, she doesn’t even have to touch the shit. I’d been dreaming about her, about us during my nap and woke up wanting her.
“I got your juice right here baby girl.” See, even that corny shit doesn’t make me feel like an ass, not as long as I’m inside her. She grinned and
dropped the bottle, pulling my head down to hers.
I kissed the grin off her face and fucked into her until that shit became a moan. Her legs wrapped around my hips, pulling me back into her each time I slid out. As I lowered my head and took her lips her pussy tightened up around my hard cock.
“I want to fuck you hard.” Her pussy reacted to my words. Up until now I’ve been holding back. I didn’t think she was ready for a real beast fuck, but now that I know her pussy better, I’m sure she can take it.
“Will you let me?”
“What do you want to do?” There was a hint of nervousness in her voice so instead of explaining, I eased my cock out of her and helped her onto her hands and knees. I think my shit grew another couple of inches.
She looked over her shoulder at me with her face all red and questions in her eyes. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders from behind and leaned into her for a kiss while letting my cock slide along her slit to take her mind off of shit.
When I felt her body tremor I dropped my arm from around her shoulders and grabbed her hips, holding her in place for the first punishing thrust.
Her pussy was even prettier from behind, peeping out between her thighs, lips all plump and pink. My cock dripped pre-cum and did a little bounce like he was flexing before a fight.
I ran my hand down the middle of her smooth dancer’s back, appreciating the curves of her hips and her well-shaped ass before dipping a hand between her thighs to tease her wet pussy.
I let her ride my fingers for a few minutes before pulling them out and feeding them to her. She licked those shits clean while looking back at me, which only made my boy stand up and take notice.
“This might hurt.” I said the words of warning just before grabbing her ass tight between my hands and fucking into her until her pussy was stuffed with the full eleven inches of my steel hard rod.
She balked and fisted the sheets while her back arched like a scalded cat. I thought for sure that I’d fucked up this time, that I’d gone too deep. But in a second her back dropped her ass canted, she spread her legs wider and slammed her pussy down hard on my dick.
“Oh…fuck!” No wonder I’m hooked on this shit. It was like watching her dance. I released her hips just to be sure that I was seeing what I was. That she was doing this shit on her own without any help from me.
For the next few minutes I was just a dick to her, the rest of me was not needed. She slid her hot cunt up and almost off my cock before slamming her ass back, taking me all in again.
Over and over she did that shit until there was dick snot and pussy cream all along my rod, running down between her thighs, dripping onto the bed. She fucked me, no other way to say it, she was the one in control.
I was almost at a loss for words, where was my little innocent? It took me a few seconds to realize that she was dancing on my dick, that the way she rolled her hips and shook her ass was the way I’d watched her move the night before.
But it’s the shit she was doing with her internal muscles that had me fucked up. Her pussy was doing double time now, clenching and releasing with her every breath and my cock kept growing until I was sure it was in her belly.
I came out of my stupor long enough to remember that I’m the man, I’m the one with experience. No way am I letting her virgin ass take me down. I growled at her and she laughed, convincing me that she’d done that shit on purpose.
“Oh you wanna play, hang on.” I grabbed her hips and took that shit over. She wasn’t laughing now. Not when I twisted my hips and went after her sweet patch. She flung her head from side to side and tore the sheets off the bed.
There was some kind of noise coming out of her that I’d never heard before. I found what I was looking for and attacked that shit with my cockhead until her pussy juiced like a busted peach.
I knew I was in her too deep but if she hurt she didn’t complain. Just spread her legs farther apart, cocked her ass higher, opening her pussy wider for me to plow her. “That’s it, take me.”
I rode her like a rodeo cowboy going deep with each stroke before pulling back and digging in again. I’d lost all feeling everywhere except my dick. Everything that was in me seemed to be concentrated there, pounding into her heat over and over.
She screamed and locked her pussy down hard on my cock and I watched in amazement as her whole body shook like her ass had been electrocuted. I felt my balls draw up getting ready to blast. I haven’t been pulling out though I know I should, but it wasn’t my fault. Her greedy pussy is never happy unless it gets hosed down.
“Baby let go!” You see, that’s my out right there, I keep tell her to let me out so she can’t blame my ass later. As usual she shook her head no and kept massaging my cock with her shit.
I eased back a little and this time when I went back in I bypassed her sweet spot and went after her cervix. She screamed bloody murder when I busted through that shit just enough to off load directly into her womb.
I had to hold her in place when she went wild. That shit hurt like a motherfucker, but it was the best kind of hurt as her cervix opening snapped around the head of my cock.
You’d think my dick would go down once I emptied my balls inside her, but no dice. Greedy fuck didn’t have the good sense to know when to lay the fuck down.
Now I had to wait for her body to release me and she didn’t look like she would be doing that shit any time soon. I ignored the pain in my dick and ran my hand along her tummy to soothe her.
“You good?” She nodded her head tiredly before resting it on her hands like she had no more strength left. Finally she pushed me out and I looked down at my poor cock. That shit was red as fuck, but he was still sniffing at her pussy. Damn fool.
I laid beside her and dragged her into my arms pulling her head down on my chest. “Babe, when was your last period again?” She tensed up and did that counting shit in her head before shrugging her shoulders.
She mumbled some shit and threw her leg over mine. We were both a sticky mess. but I didn’t have the strength to walk to the bathroom to get cleaned up, I was all fucked out.
Now that my dick had been fed my mind was clear to think about other shit. I hadn’t thought of much since I came through the door last night, but now I had a lot of shit to think about. Like the fact that I’d cum inside her more than ten times in the last twenty-four hours.
My first reaction was panic, no way is she ready for that shit. But then I reminded myself that her problems were now mine, which meant she had no problems and the shit started to sound good
as fuck to me.
A baby! She’d scream bloody murder if she knew where my mind was going no doubt. But that might be just what she needs to slow her little ass down.
Chapter 31
I can’t keep my hands off of her. It doesn’t matter where we are or what we’re doing I have to have my hands on some part of her. They usually end up on her fine ass. But today I have to go to work, can’t put that shit off any longer.
She was having a grand opening in a few days, but she’d done most of the work in the last few days from home. I’m a sorry excuse for a man, because I was the one who seems unable to be away from her.
“Max.” She stood on her toes with her hands on my shoulders and pecked me on the lips inside the open door. “You have to get going.” I know she was laughing at my ass. We’d been standing in the doorway for the last ten minutes saying goodbye.
My phone buzzed in my pocket and I knew it was Tony’s annoying ass. “I’m coming, keep your shorts on.”
“You need me to come up and get you?” I hung up before the laughter he was fighting hard to contain escaped. It was his third phone call.
“I don’t wanna go. Come with me.” I pulled her in for another kiss and wrapped her up tight. “I told you, I have some stuff to finish up here.” I damn near pouted. “Fine!”
I turned and walked away, refusing to look back. I lasted until I reached the elevator. I could still feel her eyes on me as the doors slid open. She was standing in the doorway watching me with a knowing smile on her face.
The last few days with her have been the best fucking days of my life. I never knew life could be this good. Never knew that loving someone else as deeply as I do her could bring such peace, instead of the turmoil I’d always imagined.
I gave her a little finger wave as the doors closed and already felt the emptiness. “Don’t say one fuck to me.” I growled at Tony after getting in and slamming the door.
“Pitiful!” He shook his head and started the car.
That would be the correct assessment, I am pitiful. I’m not saying she isn’t as clingy as I am, but the fact that I’m even saying that shit in a sentence says it all. I must’ve said ‘where are you going?’ a hundred times in the last three days.
Each time she left my sight I called out for her or went in search of her after two minutes went by. The only good thing about that shit is that it seems to have upped her self esteem a bit.
With each day that passed she seemed a lot more confident, and the shadows had receded from her eyes. But what about me? I have a panic attack at the thought of her leaving the damn house. Like some asshole was just waiting around the corner to take her away from me.
“This is some bullshit.”
“What’s eating you?” I didn’t even mean to say that shit out loud. His nosy ass was eyeing me down in the rearview mirror. Nosy fuck!
“I’m not talking to you. Go for it you said, just let yourself relax and go with the flow. Asshole.”
“Dude, get a grip, people have been getting married for centuries it’s not the end of the world.”
“Who said anything about getting married?” The fuck!
“Isn’t that where your ass is headed?” Well yeah, but who the fuck asked you?
“Just drive the fucking car. Don’t forget you’re picking the kid up from mom’s.”
“That ought to put the brakes on your shit. You know how many phone calls I’ve fielded for your ass in the last three days?”
“What the fuck, is the world gonna end if I don’t take care of every little thing that crops up?”
“Uh, don’t shoot the messenger, but up until now that’s the way you wanted shit. Your micro managing ass.”
“Stop talking to me.”
“I had to talk aunt Sophie out of coming to the city to check up on your ass.” Shit, I’d turned off my phone. I looked now and saw more than fifty missed calls.
“The fuck! Don’t these people have anything better to do than annoy my ass? What did you tell them?”
“That you were unavailable what else. You got that shit out of your system now, or can I expect you to pull another disappearing act? If you hadn’t answered me that one time I wouldn’t have known that you were okay either. Pussy whipped motherfucker.”
“I wonder whose fault that is. You’re the one who
showed me the dancing shit, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, but I didn’t know you were gonna lose your shit and forget you have a business to run.” He had a point, but fuck if I cared.
I felt a little bit like I’d just come out of a coma. The world outside looked different and I honest to fuck did not have any interest in anything but her. I didn’t even have to be fucking the whole time, just as long as she was within reach I was fine.
“Your ass needs rehab, fucking addict.”
“Fuck you.” He was laughing his ass off as we walked into the club and when I pulled my phone to call her he just shook his head and headed for his regular spot at the bar.
“What are you doing baby?”
“The same thing I was doing when you left twenty minutes ago. Working on the computer. Max what’s wrong?” I liked the fact that she sounded a hell of a lot more assertive these days, but I had to get back on my game.
“Nothing’s wrong. Tony’s picking Travis up in another hour so listen out for the door.”
“Okay, now let me go, I have Sherrie on the other line.”
“What are you two up to now?”
“She wants to go shopping.” That sounded innocent enough. “When are you going?”
“I told her it’ll have to wait because I’m low on funds right now.”
What the fuck! “No you’re not babe. Your bank card should be in the mail no later than tomorrow.”
“My what?” I added her to my checking account online and didn’t tell her ass because I didn’t need the drama.
“Your bank card, tell Sherrie you’d be available to go shopping Monday.”
“Max, what did you do?” I’m not having this fucking conversation.
“Do me a favor, tell Sherrie to hang up and call me.” If there’s one thing I know about my sister, she knows how a real woman’s supposed to be treated. Tony and I have been drilling that shit into her head since she was old enough to date.
“Max!”
“Just do it baby, I’ll see you later.” My phone rang two minutes later and I still hadn’t touched any of the work that was waiting for me, hadn’t even
booted up the computer in fact.
“What’s up big brother?” I gave her a quick rundown knowing that she’d know what to do. Her shopaholic ass would have my shit spent in less than one afternoon.
“Oh you don’t have to say another word bro, I’m all over that shit.”
“Where is it that you’re taking her by the way?”
“Right around the corner from your place, where you think? All the good stores are right there on fifth. But wait, are we talking motor vehicle type money or nah?”
“She doesn’t need a car, but whatever she wants make sure she gets, except jewelry, that’s my department.” She said some shit like ‘Hermes here I come’ and I imagined her dancing around the room the way she does when she gets excited.
“Before you ask, yes you can get some stuff for you too.”
“Oh you know you don’t have to do that. I like your girl, so she’s as good as my sister. And you better be keeping her around. She’s not like the rest of those yard sale Barbies you usually fucks with.”
“How would you know? You never met any of them.”
“Exactly!”
“So this is set for Monday, what about the baby?”
“Mom’s taking her out to the island to spend the day with aunt Sophie before I lose my fucking mind.”
“Didn’t you want a baby? Is it really that hard?” I was thinking about the fact that I was more than a little bit certain that I’d bred Annabelle’s ass one of the times I came inside her in the
last few days.
“It’s not hard per se, just takes getting used to. I can’t get up and go the way I used to and Trevor seems to think I’m supposed to have the kid latched onto my tit twenty-four seven.” I heard her husband in the background.
“Yeah I know you thought this being a mother shit would slow me down but joke’s on you. Now your ass got babysitting duty when I take my girl Belle to the club next Saturday night.”
“What was that?”
“Not talking to you right now Max. I’m talking to this slick motherfucker here.”
“Did you just say you’re taking Annabelle to the
club?” Yeah, no, that shit’s not gonna happen.
“Like I said, I’m not talking to you right now, I’ll deal with your brand of crazy later. About that other thing don’t worry. By the time I get through with her she’s not gonna think twice about spending your shit in the future. Let me go take care of this fool, catch you later.”
Better him than me. He knew what he was getting into when they hooked up and swore up and down when Tony and I cornered his ass that he was in for the long haul. At least I no longer have to worry about her crazy ass.
I settled down enough to turn my attention to work until Tony interrupted me a few minutes later to let me know he was heading out to go pick the kid up.
I went back to what I was doing, already orchestrating how I was gonna fuck her with someone else in the apartment. This is what my life has reverted to. Everything revolves around fucking Anna, pun intended.
ANNABELLE
I walked around the apartment after hanging up the phone doing one last walk through before Travis gets here. Making sure there was no evidence left laying around of what Max and I have been up to in the past three days.
When I found myself looking under the couch in the media room for underwear my face went up in flames. I very distinctly remember what we did in there when we were supposed to be taking a movie break.
I might not have left any evidence out in the open, but I felt it each time I moved. Even a quick soak in the tub hadn’t done much to ease the soreness between my thighs.
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