by J. L. Beck
Understanding flickered in his eyes and before I could muster up one single word he was sucking the nipple he had been rolling between his fingers into his hot, wet, mouth. His tongue flicked against the little bud, and my hands sunk into his hair, pulling him in closer to my chest.
“Yes!” I panted, my nails digging into his scalp as he manhandled me, lifting me up in his arms his mouth never leaving my nipple. I felt nothing, and everything all at once. My present and future were colliding deep inside of me. I was so caught up in my emotions that I didn’t realize that we had made it into my bedroom. Jake released my tit with a loud pop while dropping me onto the mattress below.
“I want to be gentle with you. I want to savior you. I want this moment to last forever but it won’t so I’m going to give you exactly what you want and next time… next time I’ll claim you nice and slow, marking every single piece of flesh on your body.” His promise was one I wouldn’t let him keep but instead one I would agree to right now just so I could have a taste of him.
I swallowed down the fear of the unknown and nodded my head yes while pulling him down on top of me. My entire body was on fire, and when Jake’s hands touched my skin it only made matters worse, fanning the flames of desire inside me.
“I need you!” I cried out, as he shucked out of his clothes. My eyes roamed over his tan chest, and well-defined abs and he smirked at me as I did so, loving the attention he was getting from me I was sure.
In one fluid movement, I was flipped over onto my belly, with Jake’s large hands spreading my thighs open.
“How many men have you been with since me?” His voice was filled with need, and as I shot him a look over my shoulder I could tell he was daring me to answer his question.
“One.” I sighed thinking he was going to end things before they got started.
“Good…” He growled, trailing two fingers down my ass crack, and to the entrance of my pussy. He gave me no warning as he sunk them deep into my tight hole, stretching me in the most delicious way.
“Ohhhhahhhhh…” The words that escaped my lips were completely made up. Waves of pleasure rolled through me faster than I could handle, making me gasp for air every time he slid in and out of me.
“I’ve missed this, your pussy. The sweet taste and aroma only you can give off.” I bit my lip to stifle the moan that wanted to rip from my throat as he continued to thrust his fingers upwards deep inside my channel. Tingles of pleasure shot up and down my spine, making my toes curl. I could feel Jake’s hot breath between my thighs and I wondered what it was he was going to do next.
“Just one taste. That’s all I need.” He whispered more to himself than me. As soon as his rough tongue touched my clit I was falling apart my release slamming into me harder than it ever had before.
I clutched onto the sheets while grinding my pussy against his hand, and face. While letting the pleasure consume me over and over again.
“Give me every drop Mia. I want to taste how much you’ve missed me….” He mumbled against my clit, his fingers sinking deeper into my cunt. My entire body was shaking with aftershocks of pleasure.
“Jake!!” I moaned his name, my body shuttering against the sheets. He gave my clit one last suck before pulling his fingers all the way out of me.
“I’ve missed you so fucking much…” He rolled me over onto my back, and our eyes collided. There were so many unsaid words that lingered between us…
“I’ve missed you too…” I whispered back, my voice low as I lifted a hand to his chest, placing my palm against his steady heartbeat. This was real. He was here.
She made my body tingle and my heart race. It had been four years since I felt the emotions that were coursing through me. Mia owned me and I had known that since day one, still, I fought against fate, trying to run from something that I couldn’t outrun… love.
My cock was pressed against her warm entrance and practically begging me to slide into her as deeply as I could.
“Is this what you want?” I resisted the urges that were nearly overwhelming me just to be sure that this was what she wanted. I could see her visibly swallow and nod her head, yes, still that wasn’t good enough for me.
“Give me your words baby girl…” I growled, weaving one of my hands into her hair as I lifted her head brining our heads together until our foreheads touched. The smell of sex filled the air making me want her more, and more.
“Yes… I want this. I want you.” She moaned nipping at my bottom lip with a desperate need for pleasure lingering in her eyes. My tongue darted out over my bottom lip where she had bit me, the copper taste of blood tingling against my tongue. I was going to own this girl.
“Hold on baby, shit’s about to get rough,” I warned, keeping the one hand I had in her hair while dropping the other to her hip, so I could lift her ass with every thrust. A silly, orgasm induced smile lingered on her lips, as I slammed into her to the hilt my balls slapping against her asshole harshly.
“Ahhhh….” I couldn’t tell if her moan was out of pain or pleasure, and as I sat still ten inches deep inside her I told myself to hold on and let her adjust to my length. I didn’t know how long it had been since she was last with someone but when our eyes met again something told me it had been awhile.
“Did I hurt you?” I asked gritting my teeth, the desire to fuck her senseless overwhelming me. She shook her head, but her eyes said otherwise as they filled with unshed tears.
“Tell me if I do…” I growled, pulling out, my fingers sinking harshly into her supple flesh as I slammed back into her. I could hear the air leave her lungs as I sunk my body deeper into hers. Our hot breaths mingling together as we stared deeply into each other’s eyes.
“More…. I need you…” Mia cried out, her nails sinking into my shoulder hard enough to draw blood.
“Whatever you want baby girl…” I thrust upwards, lifting her hips with every movement. The sound of my balls slamming against her ass echoed through out the room couples with our moans of pleasure. I could feel the building of an orgasm in my stomach. She was so tight, so perfect, just like when I left. I wasn’t sure how long I would be able to hold off.
“Jake….” She sighed her lips barely touching mine as she spoke. I could hear my heart beat in my ears and the distinct flutter of Mia’s pussy. She was close to coming and I wanted her release all over my cock.
“Come for me baby, come all over my cock, just like you used too.” I wanted her to remember us, how good we were together, and how much pleasure I could bring her. She moaned and arched her back wards as if she couldn’t get enough of my cock. My grip on her hip was bruising, as I owned her pussy with every single part of me.
“Jake! I’m… I’m….” She couldn’t even get the whole sentence out before her entire body was shaking, her pussy squeezing me so tightly I was sure she was going to force my cock out.
“Yes baby girl, you’re coming, all over my cock…” I growled nipping at her ear lobe as I released my hold on her hair, and instead took her hips into my hands to fuck her into complete oblivion.
“Ahhhh….” Her moans of pleasure were everything to me as I muscled begged me to give into exhaustion, and my lungs burned with every breath I took. I wasn’t a religious man, but I prayed to whatever God there was, that Mia would remember this for the rest of her life. That she would remember and feel the love that I had for her because no matter what our fate was in her hands.
“Fuck Mia! Your pussy’s so tight, and your body is so beautiful….” I croaked my eyes, watching as her tits bounced up and down as I thrust harder and harder, feeling the distinct building in my stomach of an orgasm.
“Yes! Yes!” She moaned, arching forward more, my grip bruising as I slammed into her so hard I was sure she would feel me tomorrow. One more stroke, two more strokes, her pussy convulsed around me once more as she cried out with a second orgasm.
“Fuck!” I grunted, my release shooting deep inside her. Time stood still for a few moments as I slowly moved
in and out of her, milking my cock of every single drop of semen until I grew soft. Mia owned me. She fucking owned me, and I wasn’t afraid to admit that anymore.
I looked down at my cock, and then to Mia’s swollen pussy. Cum was dripping out of her tight hole, and it was then as I eyed her pussy that I realized we hadn’t used a condom. We always used protection, except once or twice, though this was different.
“I’m sorry baby…” I spoke pushing a few strands of hair from her sweaty forehead. She looked up at me through sleepy eyes, a bewildered look marring her features.
“Why?” Confusion laced her words as she spoke. I lay down next to her pulling her into my chest, and wrapping my arms tightly around her.
“I didn’t use a condom, and we’ve always used condoms….” I felt as if I had betrayed her by not getting a condom out of my wallet and slipping it on.
“I’m safe. You’re safe. Plus, it’s not really that bad when you think about it….” She drifted off her words becoming slurred.
“Why’s that? I asked curiously loving the feel of her body against mine. I craved these moments when I was in the desert wondering if I would ever make it back home to her.
“How do you think… Lola got here?” There was a brief pause between her words and I pieced the entire sentence together in my mind, the air in my lungs turning stale as I realized what it was she had just said.
“Mia….” I urged her to answer me, but instead, I was greeted with a loud snore. If what she said was really true then that meant that Lola was mine, and if that was the case Mia wasn’t going to have a chance to stay no to me.
I thought longer about Lola, her cute little button nose, and big blue eyes.
“Fuck…” I muttered under my breath, it hit me then like a ton of bricks against my chest. Lola had my eyes, my blue eyes. How hadn’t I noticed that before?
I laid in silence feeling Mia’s warm body beneath my hands, analyzing over how much I had missed. It all made sense now, why Mia was so angry, and sad when she saw me. She had done all of this on her own.
But why? Because you broke up with her asshole.
I hadn’t hated myself more in my life than I did right now, knowing that I had a daughter with the woman I loved and that I had screwed it all up. I needed to find a way to make things right with Mia. I needed our family to come together. I wasn’t going to be that kind of Dad to my children, the kind that was absent and never cared for them.
“I’m sorry Mia. So fucking sorry…” I apologized out loud though I knew she wouldn’t remember a word I had said if she even heard it to begin with. I was a prick, a selfish idiot. I thought when I walked away from Mia I was saving her. I didn’t know I was leaving her all alone with a baby on the way.
I pulled her in closer to my chest, wanting to embed myself deep inside her. Even with her right here never to me it still seemed like we were a million miles away from each other, that space while it was my fault it separated us in the first place. Come morning I would get my emotions under control and confront her about what she told me, but for right now I was going to relish in the feeling of the woman I loved being in my arms again.
Shutting my eyes slowly my thoughts drifted to Lola. The sweet little-blued beauty that I now knew was my daughter. I was a Dad, and I was going to be the best one I could be from this moment on.
I was never drinking again. Ever. The night’s events were a blur but the fact that I awoke next to Jake naked, with a delicious ache between my thighs told me all I needed to know.
Fuck! I swore internally to myself. I wasn’t strong enough to withstand his charm apparently hence the naked state of my body. Sucking in a deep breath I shrugged his hand off my arm, praying he wouldn’t wake up from the movement. There was a dull ache behind my eyes that was throbbing with every single breath I took and I was certain that I looked like a hot mess.
Shit! What time was it? I needed to be at the bakery baking, not rolling around in bed with a hot hunk.
“We really should talk.” I lifted a hand to my head pressing two fingers to the side of my temple. I didn’t want to talk. I just wanted to get a cup of coffee in me and forget about the mistake I had made last night by crawling into bed with him.
“I don’t really think we need to talk…” I retorted hoping he wouldn’t push the issue but knowing he would.
“Really? Because after what you told me last night I’m one hundred percent sure we should be discussing us but at the very least our daughter Lola.” I twisted around at Lola’s name, anxiety bubbling to the surface at what he had just said. I blinked did he just say what I think he said?
“Did you just say our daughter?” I was shocked. I was terrified. But more than all of that I was confused because I didn’t remember anywhere in my blurry memory telling him that Lola was his daughter.
Jake tilted his head at me staring me down with a dark look in his eyes, his blue eyes narrowing further as he took in my shocked expression.
Should I tell him that it’s true? That he really is Lola’s father. If I had already done so last night then it wouldn’t really hurt anything, minus the fact that we really would have to talk about everything.
“I’ve known you all my life Mia so I know when you’re lying probably better than anyone else. Do not lie to me about our daughter. If I knew about it, you know I would’ve been here…” I tilted my head back, my eyes going to the ceiling as I tried to blink away the tears that threatened to fall.
There was no going back in time. There were no changing things that couldn’t be changed. Yes, Jake had a right to his daughter, but that didn’t mean that he had a right to me or my heart.
“I don’t remember telling you anything about Lola last night.” I blurted out before I could come up with something better to say.
“That’s because you were half asleep…. You begged me to fuck you and then right before you rolled over to go to sleep you told me….” Once I was sure I had the tears at bay I directed my eyes back to Jakes. He was staring at me with this primal need to make things right. He wanted the whole wife, three kids, and a big white house. I was past that. I just wanted to breathe without feeling my heart aching in my chest.
“Well, there you have it…” I threw my hands up in the air, heading in the direction of my closet. “Lola’s yours. Are you happy?” I yelled pulling on a pair of yoga pants that were hanging on a hanger in the closet. I grabbed a bra next, and then a t-shirt. I didn’t care about…
“Am I happy?” Jake growled, his front pushing against my back forcing the air from my lungs. “You hid my daughter from me? You hid your pregnancy from me?” I could feel the anger rolling off of him and slamming into me, each wave of rage threatening to pull me under.
“What did you expect?” I shoved against his front, trying to get him to move off of me. My chest was pressed against the wall, and there was no escaping this man’s touch.
“I expected you to tell me. Write me a letter. Reach out to me on social media. Something?” Hot breath fanned against my ear, as tingles ran down my spine. He was angry as he had a reason to be, but just like him, I was protecting myself.
“It wouldn’t have changed anything….” I whispered, the sound of my heartbeat pounding in my ears.
“It would’ve changed everything. Every. Single. Thing!” I could feel the anger in his words, and I turned around, my body rubbing against his as I did so. I wanted to kiss him, to make him feel the pain I was feeling right now. He wasn’t alone in feeling the way he felt but I was doing what I needed to do.
“You didn’t want me, Jake…. So you wouldn’t have wanted Lola. I wasn’t going to give her that kind of life. The kind of life you had…”
“She’s mine too…” I could hear the grinding of his molars and wondered how long it was going to take for him to snap. My eyes drifted to the wood floor. I couldn’t look at him. I felt bad enough hiding Lola from him, but now he was placing it all on me as if he didn’t do anything wrong.
“She is,
but you weren’t here and I wasn’t going to be the one to end your military career. You wanted to travel the world….”
“None of that would’ve mattered Mia!” He lifted a fist, slamming it into the wall alongside my head. “If I knew… If I fucking knew I would’ve moved mountains to be here with you. I thought I was saving you… clearly, I was wrong…” Frustration laced his words.
Anger mounted deep inside me threatening to expel out. I clenched my fists at my sides willing myself to keep quiet, and not drag this out but I couldn’t stop the word vomit from coming.
“I did it all on my own. I did it all Jake….” I righted myself, looking him straight in the eyes. Every emotion I ever imagined him feeling reflected back at me. “I never told anyone that she was yours because I didn’t want them to tell you and make you come rushing back into my life when you didn’t want to be in my life…” I bit my lip, stifling the cry that wanted to rip from my throat. Tears formed in my eyes and my entire body started to shake. I couldn’t do this.
“Mia….” His voice cracked and with it so did my heart all over again.
“I… I can’t do this right now Jake. You think you’re the only one that was hurt but you weren’t. “ I shoved past him, barely escaping his hand that reached out to stop me. I needed to get to work. I needed space, time, or maybe even a drink.
I went straight into the kitchen grabbing my car keys, and wallet of the counter. Jake’s heavy footfalls sounded behind me making me move faster.
“Where are you going? We aren’t done here, Mia!” The authority in his voice nearly had me laughing.
“To bake. I can’t be around you right now. I need space. Time. Air. Whatever. I just can’t be this close to you right now. You don’t understand the pain, the anger, the things I’ve done…” I was headed down the road of mayhem again. Jake stared at me for a long second before nodding his head as if he understood.