by Kay Maree
The heat of her pussy without the rubber barrier is fucking sublime. Never before have I taken a woman bareback, not even Savannah. It was a hard and fast rule with me; no glove, no love. Truth be told, I'm kinda attached to my dick, so until Tatum I didn't take that risk. But feeling her like this, swollen, dripping wet, and hugging my cock like a velvet glove, I don't think I'll ever be able to go back to using condoms with her.
“Oh, fuck, Lucifer,” Tatum moans, dropping her head back to expose her throat. She doesn’t comment on my willingness to give her whatever she wants. Instead, Tatum focuses on giving us both what we need.
My hands massage her full tits, cupping the heavy mounds in both palms. For a woman of her size, Tatum has been blessed in the breast department. Full D's with perfect, round, cotton candy pink nipples. They overflow my hands as I squeeze both globes together and bury my face between them. Alternating from her left nipple to her right, I suck them until they're diamond-hard points and Tatum's begging for more.
Flipping her over and shifting us further down the mattress, I slam my cock inside her, making her scream out her first of what will be multiple orgasms. Tatum gasps, arching her body up to meet mine and running her hands down my chest. With eyes hooded with lust and need, I fuck into her harder and kiss her just as fiercely.
“Lucifer,” she cries out when my cock piercing hits her G-spot setting off a second, yet smaller climax.
My mouth trails from her chin to her collarbone, where I suck on the skin there until it's red with my mark. Tatum's hips rock in time with mine, as her breathing turns erratic, and her eyes slam closed in ecstasy. I can't look away from her; she's perfection personified. Her mouth is parted in the perfect O. Her skin is flushed pink from her cheeks to the top of her tit. Tatum's hands are clenched into fists at her sides, and her back is bowed as if she's offering herself to me.
Tipping her chin up so that she meets my eyes, I grunt, “Tatum, tell me you want this. Tell me you want me to fill you so full of my come that there's no way you won't be pregnant by the end of the night.” It's a ridiculous demand, but I don't care. I need to hear the words from her.
Her lack of answer tells me I haven't convinced her this is what I want too, so I pull out of her roughly, and demand, “Hands and knees, baby.”
To that Tatum complies, rolling over and positioning herself so that her gorgeous ass is in the air and her chest is flat on the bed. With a harsh slap to her ass, I shove myself inside her again and bite out a vicious string of curses. Teasing us both like this, keeping us hovering on the edge sucks, but since she won't believe my words I'm just going to have to show her with my body. Something which is no hardship.
My dick is hard and throbbing, and it's taking everything I have to control the urge to pull out and come all over her beautiful ass. My hands glide over the swell of her ass cheeks, traveling down the seam to apply a little pressure to her puckered rosette. Jesus, what I wouldn't give to take her there. To fuck her ass as hard as I fingered her tight cunt. But not yet. Not until I have Tatum knocked up. I'm not wasting an ounce of my come anywhere but inside her pussy until I give her the baby we both want.
Tatum reaches underneath herself, tweaking her nipple until I can only imagine they are red and hard from her ministrations. Lifting her head so that she can turn to look at me, Tatum pants, “More, baby. I need you to fuck me harder.”
“I know what you need, Tatum,” I groan in response. And I do. I always know what she needs, and I'm more than happy to give it to us both.
With a look of desperation, Tatum's eyes flutter shut as I begin pounding into her with a vengeance. Goddammit! Her pussy clenches around my cock, her juices drip down her thighs as my dick burrows in and out of her. The sight is so fucking hot, my balls pull up tight to my body, threatening to explode at a moments’ notice which means I'm going to hate this just as much as she is.
Pulling out of her wet heat entirely, I start stroking my cock lazily, watching as her pupils dilate and her mouth hangs open in shock. “Wh-what are you doing? If you don't get your huge cock back inside me in the next two seconds, I just may have to kill you,” she snaps through gritted teeth.
Her eyes only get hungrier as I palm my balls and roll them gently. “I don't think so,” I say conversationally. Pre-cone dribbles down the head of my dick, so I use it, smearing it over the tip and fisting my length harder. “Not until you tell me you want my baby in you. That we're going to work through whatever shit is keeping us apart, and you vow not to leave my bed without promising you'll be back in it the very same night.”
My needs and wants are at war with each other. While my cock wants back inside her pussy, I need to hear the words from Tatum. It's as important for me as it is for her. This is step one in the process of getting her to see that this, me and her are forever.
Flicking my thumb over the tip of my dick again, I keep stroking and watch as Tatum struggles to form words. Eventually, her desire gets the best of her, though, as she murmurs, “You seriously want a baby, with me?”
My eyes fly to hers, taking in the tears streaming down her flawless face. “Fuck, yes,” I growl without hesitation.
“It's always been you, Tate. Even when I couldn’t have you.”
“You're sure? Like a hundred and ten percent sure? This isn't just because it's something I want; you really want it too?” She continues asking as if my answer is going to change.
“I'm positive, baby,” I reassure her at the same time I slide the first couple of inches of my cock into her welcoming heat.
My self-control snaps when Tatum's pussy immediately spasms at my sudden entry, causing me to slam the last nine inches into her. “Then, yes,” my wife's voice says slicing through the sound of our skin slapping together. “Yes, I want our baby, and I want it now.”
Reaching around to flick her clit, I grunt, “With. Fucking. Pleasure,” punctuating each word with a thrust of my hips.
My teeth grind together at the exquisite agony of my woman clamping down around my cock. Lowering myself until I'm flush against her back, I kiss the back of her neck. “I don't care if you change your mind, if you wake up in the morning and decide that you don't want this, by then it will be too late. By then I would have fucked you bare so many times my baby will have taken root, and you'll be mine. You and our baby,” I growl seriously in her ear.
I don't stop slamming into her, not even when I hear her whisper her agreement. My entire being is focused on knocking my woman up. It's as if now that I've taken this leap with her, I can't wait to see her round and swollen with our child. An animalistic grunt comes from deep within my chest as Tatum bucks back into me and comes again. But not even then do my movements falter. My hips power through her orgasm, urging her onto another.
“Fuck, you're perfect,” I rasp. “I love you, Tate. I love you so fucking much.”
I bottom out inside her, pushing us up the bed. Tatum's knees go out from under her, causing me to grab her hips and hold her up to continue taking my punishing thrusts. Her pussy pulsates, sucking my cock in deeper as I work to hold back my release. Just a few minutes more. One more orgasm from Tatum and I'll let go, I tell myself, continuing to guide her spent body up and down mine, wringing another climax from her.
It isn't until I feel Tatum's pussy gush for the last time that I give myself over to the fiercest orgasm I've ever experienced. My back arches, all the muscles in my arms and neck string tight, as I roar out Tatum's name. Visions of my seed coating her pussy walls, making its way to her womb have me shuddering and dropping my head to the small of her back.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I remember hearing that to help the fertilization process along you should raise your woman's hips to help your seed take root.
So with that in mind, I roll Tatum over to her back and snatch one of the pillows from the head of the bed. “Put this under your ass, baby.”
Tatum gives me a curious look but doesn't argue. Wow, that's a first,
I chuckle internally. With a soft snicker, my wife asks, “Ah, why exactly am I doing this?”
“Because, I told you that by the end of the night you'll have my kid in you, and I intend to make good on that promise,” I state plainly.
Her snicker turns into a giggle at the seriousness of my tone, to which I smack the outside of her thigh lightly. When she manages to get herself under control, she replies, “You're a badass, super sleuth, bounty hunter, honey. I highly doubt your swimmers need any help knocking me up.”
“We'll see,” I mutter before dropping my lips to hers and giving her a mind-blowing kiss that leaves us both panting and ready for more.
Chapter Nine
Tatum
“You’re both fuckin’ nuts,” Dray shouts over the loud thumping base inside the club.
It’s Scarlet’s night off, but for some reason unbeknownst to me, we wound up at Tainted. Dray was sitting at a booth in one of the back corners when we walked in, so naturally, we decided to join him. Or if you ask Dray, annoy him.
“We’re not nuts; we’re an acquired taste,” Scarlet grins around her straw.
“Acquired my ass,” Dray mutters distractedly.
Following his line of sight, I see one of the most beautiful women ever to grace the inside of his fine establishment. While Scarlet is sexy and seductive, a solid nine on the Hot-O-Meter, this woman is easily a twelve or thirteen.
“Wow, she’s gorgeous,” I find myself saying out loud.
Scarlet turns to scope out the newcomer and nods enthusiastically. “That’s Darcy. She auditioned here this afternoon, but as soon as the boss man walked in and saw her, he told her not on her life would she be working here.”
Hmm, interesting.
For a strip club owner, you would probably expect Dray to be a lecherous sleazebag, that takes advantage of women and the position they find themselves in to be working at his club. But that’s where you’d be mistaken. Dray is honestly the most respectful man I’ve ever encountered. He doesn’t loiter in the girls’ changing room. He doesn’t do private auditions or accept the numerous offers of company he gets from the women in his employ. Instead, Dray makes sure each and every one of the girls are walked to their cars by his bouncers at the of their shift, pays well above what other similar clubs are paying, and provides a safe working environment no matter the cost to him or his bottom line.
A little confused by Scarlet’s previous statement, I turn to Dray and ask, “Why? She’s gorgeous, and if the looks any of the men in here are giving her are anything to go by, she could be a headliner for sure.”
“Not fuckin’ happening,” he gripes, not looking up from his paperwork.
“Excuse me,” a soft voice says, causing Dray’s head to snap up. “I, um, I was just wondering if I could have a moment of your time,” the woman, I now know is Darcy stutters.
It’s obvious that she’s nervous, but that’s not all she is. Darcy’s eyes are trained on Dray, not wavering even under his intense stare.
“I thought I told you not to come back,” Dray barks, making Darcy’s mouth drop open in surprise at his tone.
To her credit, though, Darcy’s spine straightens, and she thrusts her shoulders back as she picks up his challenge. “Yes, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I really need this job. I’ve applied everywhere else since leaving here this afternoon, but I keep getting turned down.”
One look at Dray and I know this is his doing. And luckily for him, he has the good sense to appear remorseful for whatever he’s done or Scarlet, and I would have to kick his ass.
“Did you try the Cat’s Meow?” Scarlet enquires with a confused expression.
“I did,” Darcy nods. “I tried Cleopatra’s and Bunnies too. They all said I didn’t have the kind of look they were after, but that they’d keep my details on file.”
Now I know, Dray had something to do with this. There is no way any of the owners of the places Scarlet listed would have turned down a woman like Darcy. She is the whole package, literally. Not only that, but she has the sweet, innocent girl next door look down pat, too. Men would come out in droves to see her dance, and one glance at Dray tells me he knows it.
Pointing one French manicured finger in Dray’s direction, Scarlet snaps, “What did you do, you big bully?” Turning to Darcy, Scarlet tugs on her hand, pulling her into the booth beside us. “Let me buy you a drink. It sounds like you’ve had a tough day.”
“Scar,” Dray warns, cracking his neck side to side.
“You, shut it,” Scarlet chastises. “From what I can gather, you’ve run your mouth enough today, so now you can run something else. As in, to the bar to fetch our drinks. I’ll take another Sex on the Beach. Tate wants another Lemon Drop. And the lovely Darcy here will take a shot of tequila and A Flaming Orgasm.”
Darcy’s face heats with a furious blush, and I can’t help but feel a little sorry for her. Scarlet can be a lot to handle, and that’s when you’ve gotten to know her, so I can only imagine what Darcy thinks of her.
“Um, I think I’m okay actually. I drove here so I probably shouldn’t drink,” Darcy tells her, giving Dray the excuse he needs to scurry off back to his office. An excuse he takes, just seconds later. Pussy, I muse with a grin.
Who would have thought the big, bad, heavily tattooed strip club entrepreneur, scared of one sweet, unassuming female? Not me, that’s for sure.
When he’s out of sight, Scarlet winks at me and turns her attention on Darcy. “If you really truly need the job, I’ll talk to Dray. He, Tate, and I have been friends for years, so I know all his secrets, and he owes me a favor or two anyway.”
“Oh, no, I couldn’t ask you to do that.” Damn this girl is sweet. And way too good for this place, no matter how classy it is.
A brilliant idea, if I don’t say so myself, pops into my head. “Hey, didn’t Lula say she was looking for someone to man the front desk while she was taking classes?” I confirm with Scarlet.
She and I have been doing yoga every Thursday since Lula opened her studio, even before I knew my dad has the hots for her and vice versa. Now, knowing what I do about their mutual attraction for each other, I go in every week with not just a workout in mind, but to find out as much as I can about the woman that’s captivated my dad’s interest.
Speak of the devil, or saint as the case may be. Lula strides over to our table and plonks herself down beside me. She’s wearing a beautiful handkerchief style dress, in vibrant peacock colors, that accentuates her perfect curves. On her feet are shoes that I know Scarlet will be seconds away from drooling over, and a chunky hot pink beaded necklace. She looks stunning. But then again, Lula always looks amazing.
“Hi girls,” she grins, giving us a small wave.
Just then our drinks arrive, and I have to suppress a smile when I see that Dray has done exactly as Scarlet told him too, with the addition of leaving his business card with the bartender.
Handing out our cocktails, Sherry, Dray’s best bartender slides his card toward, Darcy. “Dray said to call him if you needed a lift home.” With that, she disappears back into the throng of people crowding the bar as if she were never here.
It’s not long before Lula introduces herself to Darcy and they hit it off like they are old friends. We’re on our fourth round when Lula finds out Darcy’s looking for a job and starts asking questions about her background. According to Darcy, she just moved here from North Carolina after a falling out with her old roommate. She was only working part-time while she went to school, training to become a nurse so she couldn’t afford to rent a place on her own. During a phone call with her Uncle who lives here in Waterfield, he told her she could come and stay with him as long as she wanted and finish the rest of her degree online. With no other options since her parents had passed away two years ago, Darcy took him up on his offer, and here we are.
“If you don’t mind me asking,” the ever nosy Scarlet interjects. “How did you lose your parents?
”
Darcy’s answer shocks us all. “Honestly, I don’t know. My dad was big on deep sea fishing. He booked a trip for him and my mom a few weeks before I was due to come home for spring break during my third year of college, and they just never came back. The Coast Guard said the captain of the boat radioed in that a tropical storm was moving in, and he was going to try and navigate around it, but that’s the last communication they had with their boat.”
“Holy shit,” Scarlet groans. “I’m so freaking sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.”
“No, no, it’s okay,” Darcy murmurs weakly. “I’m learning to cope with it. Not knowing what happened to them is the worst part, but every day it gets a little easier.”
I'm not sure if I believe her. Personally, I don’t think I could handle my dad disappearing and not having any form of closure.
Changing the subject, Lula prompts, “So you said you’re studying nursing. That’s a far cry from working in a place like this. Not that I’m judging or anything. Dray runs a tight ship, and all the girls love it here, but you just don’t come across as the type of girl that is suited to, well, this,” she says, flourishing her hand toward the stage.
I have to agree, which is why I chime in. “On that note, don’t you have a spot open at the studio for a receptionist?”
Lula’s eyes widen at my question, and she nods her head vigorously in the affirmative. “Oh, my, God. Why didn’t I think of that?” Grabbing ahold of Darcy’s hand, she tells her, “I don’t want you to think I’m only offering because I think you’re too good to work here; I really do need someone to watch the front desk while I’m busy teaching classes. But would you like to come by the studio and check it out and see if it’s something you’d be interested in? I mean, I haven’t given much thought as to what I’d be able to pay you, but I’m sure we can come to an arrangement that will benefit both of us.”