Trinna

by Moore, M. K.

  “Showing you how easily you can be accosted,” I say relishing the feel of her ass in my hands. I would never take such liberties if she was throwing these vibes my way. She laughs at me. I know she can feel my erection prodding her center.

  “Can you accost someone who wants you?”

  “That’s quite the philosophical question, Trinna.”

  “Archer?”

  “Yes, doll?”

  “Kiss me again.”

  I don’t need to be asked twice. My mouth devours hers and I am lost for this little girl.

  She is mine.

  Three

  Trinna

  What am I doing? I question myself. I mean, I know what I want to be doing, but I don’t know how to accomplish it.

  I can feel his cock digging into my clothed pussy and I am drenched. Surely, he can feel the dampness at my crotch. God, how embarrassing. His tongue is in my mouth and I kiss him back with everything in me. His hands slide under my t-shirt, palming my ample boobs.

  Son of a bitch, this is amazing. Is it possible to die just from his touch? He growls and the next thing I know my shirt is torn in two.

  “Um… How am I supposed to get home now?” I ask, totally turned on by the move. Not that I actually care, but I should ask.

  “You can't wear shirts with another man's name on it. It's been driving me crazy.” He kisses my neck and I forget everything but him. “Answer me. Tell me you understand,” he demands, pulling the cups of my bra down.

  “What? Oh yeah. I understand,” I moan as he pulls my right nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirls around it, teasing it until it's a hard peak. Then he moves to the other. My head falls back onto the steering wheel with a thud. That kinda hurt, but the ache in my pussy hurts more. Hooking up in a car is dangerous, but I'll die before I ask him to stop this. He lifts his head. I look down at him. He looks like he just realized where we are. He pulls away from me. I boldly hold his head in place.

  “Don't you dare,” I say. He grins at me, pulling my nipple back into my mouth, biting it hard. His long thick fingers trail down my tight stomach to the button on my jeans. He opens them and dips his fingers under the lace edge of my black panties. He stills once he reaches my pussy.

  “Jesus Christ,” he curses. “So fucking wet for me, Trinna.”

  “Mmm.” That's all I can manage right now. I once again slide my glasses up my nose. Damn things. His finger pushes into me slowly, stretching me.

  “How are you so tight?” he asks. I'm pretty sure it's a rhetorical question, and it's the perfect time to tell him that I'm a virgin, but for some reason, I don't.

  Though I don't know what I'm doing, I frantically open his jeans. I moan when I come into contact with his huge, throbbing cock. I scramble off of him to get my shoes, jeans, and panties off. Why didn't I wear a skirt like a normal person going to a job interview?

  “Are we doing this here, babe?” he asks popping the top two buttons on his dress shirt. I have a moment of pause. Does he seem like he fucks bitches in the car all the time? I don’t like that one bit, but I need him so I push it aside.

  “Fuck yes,” I say’ climbing back into his lap. My dripping wet pussy meets the tip of his hard length. He grips my hips as I seat myself fully on him. His cock tears through my virginity brutally and I scream, clutching his shoulders.

  “That's not possible,” he says through gritted teeth.

  “Believe it,” I say fully adjusted to him. I start moving up and down.

  “I own you,” he says pistoning his hips.

  “Then I own you too,” I say, my fingers digging into his skin.

  “Damn right.”

  I ride him like I know what I am doing, but we both seem to be fumbling a bit. It’s gotta be the cramped space. His mouth is around my nipple. The sensations flowing through my body are almost too much. Almost.

  “Archer, I am going to come,” I moan.

  “Do it, come on my cock,” he demands and I do. “Fuck,” he shouts as he fills me. Unprotected. I feel the warmth of his seed as it enters me. I come again at the feeling.

  He pulls my head down to his and kisses me.

  “That was amazing,” I say breathlessly.

  “Let’s move this to my bed,” he says and I nod vigorously.

  I climb off of him and pull my panties and jeans back on. I have no shirt since he ripped mine off of me, but I put my bra back on like I own the world. I buckle my seat belt again and watch as he adjusts his cock, zipping his pants back up. How can I still be so turned on? He takes his dress shirt off and hands it to me, he has a sexy ass wife beater that makes his muscles look amazing. Why do they call it a wife beater though? I’m going to need to Google that later.

  “Put that on, I don’t want anyone else seeing you like this.” I quirk an eyebrow at him. “Don’t look at me like that, I know we just made love in a car, but I was watching for passersby. You were always safe with me.” Except for the part where he dumped copious amounts of cum into me, I think wryly to myself. I grin at him and pull the shirt on, buttoning it up.

  “Uh, sugar, you may want to rethink that?”

  “Rethink what?” I ask confused.

  “You put that on over your buckled seat belt,” he says chuckling and starting the car.

  Shit. Go me. Always looking like a big dummy. I am mortified as I unbutton the shirt and take my seatbelt off. I redo the shirt quickly and he takes off as I buckle up again. I know my face is red as fuck right now.

  “You know you grumble under your breath when you pout?”

  “No, I did not know that,” I say hotly. What did I say out loud?

  “Do you have any inner monologue at all?” he asks, chuckling.

  “I don’t think so,” I say laughing.

  We get on the interstate and before I know it we are in Preston Hollow, a very affluent area of Dallas. I live with my parents in North Dallas. Their bakery, Peterson’s, is less than a mile from our house.

  Eventually, he pulls up in front of a house that looks like it should have its own zip code.

  “You live here?” I ask.

  “Yep,” he says pulling into the garage after it opens. There are only three other cars in here, though it’s easily a twelve car garage.

  “It’s lovely,” I say. I didn’t grow up poor, but this is beyond my comprehension. He turns the car off.

  “Come inside, sugar.” I melt just like sugar when he calls me that. I unbuckle my seatbelt and climb awkwardly out of the car. My thighs hurt. I used muscles I didn’t know that I had. I follow him in through the door in the garage. The kitchen is huge but sparsely decorated. I follow him through to the living room. There are moving boxes everywhere and no furniture. The TV doesn’t even look like it’s hooked up.

  “Um, how long have you lived here?” I ask as he tosses his keys on top of a box.

  “About five years, I guess. Since I moved to Dallas.”

  “But there are still boxes everywhere.”

  “I rarely stay here.”

  “Oh,” I say crestfallen just knowing he’s at a different woman’s place every night.

  “It’s not like that, sugar. I don’t date and you are the only woman I’ve ever been with. My mom lives down the street and I mostly stay with her.” I blink, taking in what he said. What the fuck? Then I stupidly laugh.

  “Yeah right. You were a mega huge baseball player. There is absolutely no way that you just fucked for the first time. I don’t believe it.”

  Even as I say it, I know he’s not lying to me.

  Four

  Archer

  “First of all, I didn’t fuck you, I made love to you. Second of all, believe it. I won’t be sticking my dick anywhere but you, ever. You got it?” I ask walking over to her, pulling her into my arms.

  I really must thank Anthony for bringing Trinna into my life. Now that I’ve met her, I am never letting her go.

  “Yes, I got it,” she replies. I can feel the shiver run through her body.

>   “Good.” I kiss her, backing her up against the wall. She moans. I pick her up and carry her to the bedroom and into the ensuite bathroom.

  “Let’s shower and get some sleep.”

  “What if I don’t want to do either of those things?” she asks.

  “You want me to make love to you again?” I say my voice is thick and demanding.

  “No,” she says shaking her head. I arch my eyebrow at her.

  “Archer, fuck me.”

  “After I shower, I’ll make love to you until I fall asleep,” I say pulling her glasses off of her face and setting them on my nightstand.

  “Why is a shower so important, right now?”

  “Sugar, your virgin blood is on my cock, I don’t want to be putting that back inside you. A shower is the fastest way to clean that up so I can take up residence in your tight cunt.”

  “Oh,” she says quietly, her face turning bright red.

  “Come with me Sugar,” I take her hand and lead her into the bathroom. I turn the water on warm and turn to face her. I unbutton my shirt and pull it off of her. Reaching behind her, I open the clasp on her bra and slide it slowly down her arms. “You are so fucking beautiful,” I say. My hands form to her tits and I can’t help taking one of her rosy pink nipples into my mouth. I tease it to a hard point then move to the other. Her head drops back and her moan goes all through me. “I regret not being more thorough with you, Trinna.”

  “I don’t, it was perfect,” she says pulling my face to hers. I take her lips. She opens my jeans and I let them slide over my ass and down my legs. I do the same to her, pulling her panties down at the same time. On my knees, I kiss her pussy. I give her long and languid licks on her clit until she comes on my face. “Fuck. Archer, more, I need more.”

  “Get in the shower, sugar,” I say practically dragging her in there. I quickly wash my cock, though the sight of her blood on me turns me into a caveman. I vow to be the only person to ever know her like this. Know what she sounds like when she comes. She sealed her fate today, she just doesn’t know it yet. Once clean, I lift her into my arms and slam into her. “Still so tight, Trinna.” For the first time, I realize I am not wearing a condom and I am more than fine with that.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chants as I pound into her swollen pussy. She is practically strangling me.

  “You have a filthy mouth, Trinna,” I say.

  “Not sorry. You bring out the best in me,” she says moaning.

  I fill her pretty pussy once more, then I slowly wash her body, then my own. Turning the water off, we step out. I dry her, tucking the towel around my waist. I lead her to the bed, where she yawns and lays down under the down comforter.

  I drop my towel and climb in bed beside her, pulling her to me.

  She is fast asleep in minutes, but it takes me longer.

  Several times throughout the morning, I take her then we fall back asleep.

  How soon is too soon to marry this girl?

  When I finally wake up, I see that it’s almost five in the evening, I reach for her but she isn’t in bed. I throw some basketball shorts on and head into the kitchen. Still no sign of her. My car is also gone. I frown. Did she really steal my car? I hear the garage door open, then close. She comes in through the kitchen door.

  “Oh shit. I thought I’d be back before you woke up. You have no food here by the way. I was starving. I figured you might be too. I went to my parent’s bakery before they closed and got some pastries and coffee.”

  “Your parents own Peterson’s?” I question.

  “Yeah. Why?”

  “They make the best bear claws.”

  “Oh, I’ll be sure to tell them you said that. So why do you have no food here?”

  “I am never here. I think I told you that my mom lives down the street. She feeds me.” She smiles.

  “You did say that. It’s nice that you are so close to your mom. I am very close to my parents.” We take the coffee and pastries back to bed. That is really the only piece of furniture I have in the house. “What about your dad?” she asks settling into the bed.

  “He took off before I was born. My sister’s dad died when she was a baby. My mom hasn’t had any luck with love in the years since, but my step-dad, Kevin, is a nice man. He treats her well and she deserves that.”

  “That’s good. How old is your sister?”

  “She’s eighteen. She just got married last night at midnight.”

  “She got married at midnight on a Thursday?”

  “She’s kind of a hippy. Something about a new moon and chakras aligning. I stopped listening. She told me what to wear and when to be there. After the ceremony, it was a lot of unwashed bodies doing interpretive dance and drums. I couldn’t wait to get out of there, which I why I set our meeting so early. I wanted to get home and go to bed. What about your family?”

  “Are you sure you want to know?” she asks and I nod, encouraging her to continue. “I am not sure how well you know Anthony, but we have a huge Italian-Catholic family,” she says.

  “We play poker on Wednesday nights, though he hasn’t for a while. I think he has a new girlfriend or something.”

  “Baby mama is more like it,” she says smiling.

  “That makes sense. I really hope it’s the girl he met in Italy last year because if not she has a lot to compete with. He doesn’t stop talking about her.”

  “It’s her,” she confirms. “Anyhow. I have three brothers and two sisters. Tiffany just got married about a year ago and opened a bakery in Kissing Junction. Trinity is a chef. She works at a fancy restaurant in Fort Worth. Armando and Alessandro are twins. They own a brewery. You may have heard of it, Gallucci Bros. Birra.”

  “I have. I prefer their dark malt, I think they call it Malto Scuro,” I say.

  “They do. It’s a popular brew.” I am proud of my brother’s accomplishments. I wish that I had some.

  “Do you want to go out tonight or something? I think there is a club opening tonight that I was invited to?” I ask.

  “Um, I am not a big “going out” kind of girl,” she says pushing those sexy as fuck glasses back up the bridge of her nose.

  “Perfect. Me either. The TV works in here, we could watch some and just relax. Did you have any other plans for the weekend?”

  “Nope, just Sunday Dinner with my family.”

  “That sounds fun,” I say.

  “You should come with me,” she says.

  “Only if you come Saturday Dinner at my mom’s place next weekend. She is on a cruise this week.”

  “That worked out nicely. Of course, I’ll go. I just need to run home and get some clothes.”

  “You don’t need clothes right now,” I say winking at her.

  “No, I really don’t and TV is overrated.”

  “Finish your coffee, sugar.”

  “Already done,” she says pulling her, well my, shirt off her body. I spend the next forty-eight hours or so loving her and ordering take out. We finally come up for air around two on Sunday so I can take her home a little early to get ready for dinner.

  I came inside of her unprotected womb so many times, there is absolutely no way I didn’t breed her.

  She is fucking mine and I will tie her to me in all ways if necessary.

  Five

  Trinna

  We pull up to my house and suddenly I’m nervous. My family is loud and obnoxious and I wouldn’t want to change them, but I’ve never brought anyone home with me before. Last week we all met Charlee, so I am sure they will give Archer the same Gallucci family treatment.

  “Anything I should know before we go in?” he asks. He seems nervous.

  “Well, I’ve never brought anyone home with me before so they are sure to be curious. It could get weird,” I say honestly.

  “I can handle weird, sugar.” We get out of the car and head to the front door. I push open the door and am immediately greeted with the scent of pasta.

  “Fuck, I’m starving.” I am still wear
ing his shirt and my jeans, but I gave up on the two-day-old panties and I am pretty sure I lost my bra. We couldn’t find it anywhere. “My room is over here,” I say leading him to what used to be the closet under the stairs. My little Harry Potter closet is decked out way more than HP’s was. My queen size bed takes up most of the room, but my tv is mounted to the wall and I have a small desk elevated off the floor so there is storage under it. Now that I am out of school, clean laundry sits there until I wear it again, pretty much. There is also storage under my bed and my dad made cubby holes in all the free spaces on the wall. I store books and shoes in those.

  “This is your room?” he questions.

  “Yeah. We had to get creative. With only four bedrooms we had to do something. My parent's room is upstairs. Tiffany, Anthony, and Trinity have rooms up there too. I chose this space. I am all alone on this side of the house. Since we only ever eat in the kitchen, my dad turned the dining room into two rooms with a Jack and Jill bathroom between them. The twins used those rooms and the three of us shared that bathroom. It all worked out in the end.”

  “But it’s so cramped.”

  “I am just one person,” I say defensively, rooting around my drawer for some clean panties.

  “You could have moved to a different room when someone else moved out.”

  “This is my room and it always will be. What if they wanted their room back one day?” He doesn’t get it. I pull his shirt off and toss it in my dirty laundry basket. I kick my shoes off and shimmy out of my jeans. I pull on some panties and a pair of leggings.

  “Oh fuck, those are hotter than the jeans. I can see everything.” I smirk at him and pull on a sports bra and a way too big sweater. It used to be Anthony's. Everything in this family gets handed down. He pulls me into arms and kisses me. “Do we have time to-” he gets cut off by pounding on the door.

  “You in there, baby?” My mother asks through the closed and locked door, but not before trying to open the door.

  “Yeah Ma, I’ll be right out,” I respond.

  “Alright. I need some help with the stuffed mushrooms. Trinity isn’t here yet.”