by Dark Angel
“Goddamn you’re so perfectly filthy!” I say, laughing. “You’re the only person I know as comfortable with being a fucking sex animal like I am,” I tell David.
He laughs now. “Yeah, I got around, but until you and I fucked, I basically feel like those were dirty training wheels. Sex with you means so much more than it ever did with anyone else I’ve ever slept with. In fact, you’re the only person it has ever meant anything with.” David kisses my forehead and pulls me close to him. He traces circles over my skin and keeps me tight in his hold.
“Yeah, sex with you is like I’m seeing shit, feeling shit for the very first time. Everything else feels like it was out of focus compared to how heightened everything feels with you.” I flatten my palm against David’s chest. Over his heart, feeling the steady rhythm. “Since you’ve been in my life, I haven’t been able to imagine a life without you in it.” I kiss him softly. A tender, sweet peck.
“Christina, I can’t have a life without you.” David pulls me tighter into his arms, wrapping them around me completely and squeezing me so hard I could break.
“I can’t believe how much things have changed. Are you really going to let Thomas run girls out of your hotel? Aren’t you naughty,” David says with a laugh.
“Yes. He was a pretty good sport about staying a family friend, even losing me. And I want a safe place for girls with a safe pimp. Thomas is a good guy, you know?” I kiss David’s nose, stroking his forearms.
“You know, I wasn’t sure about him at first, but when I realized that he really did have your best interests at heart, and he would work with me at my devious schemes, I was just fine with that. Just fine with him. He is a pretty good guy. But that baby,” David says, laughing and rubbing my stomach, “better be a girl so I don’t have to name it Thomas!”
I burst into laughter.
“Yeah, I don’t think you’re supposed to name the baby after you’re pimp,” I tell him in a mockingly scolding voice.
“Well, I don’t think you’re supposed to have a baby with your stepson,” David says, already moving to dodge my smacks.
“Guess we’re both bad,” I say with a huge, silly grin. Because, like, my life is so perfect now. There was a time when it so wasn’t. My life was twisted up and boring, shriveled and basically taking away from my joy.
I didn’t find my joy in the most conventional way, and I didn’t find love in the most conventional way, either.
My first marriage? Terrible. I just had to get out of there, but my ex-husband decided to have a heart attack on a prostitute. Yes, not really decided. But anyhow, that’s what ended my first marriage.
Now, despite being married to the man who is technically, by my first marriage, my stepson, I’ve got higher hopes.
But whether or not you’re in a taboo relationship, you’re going to have naysayers. And you just can’t listen to them, seriously! When you find the person you love, don’t let anything get it in your way. Love is in a unstoppable force in a world in constant motion, so slow down and taste your happiness today…just my two cents!
A Special Treat from the Author
I love ya my fab readers!
I know that like we totes don’t say it enough but this whole thing is about you Angels.
With that in mind, we want to share some more love with you.
After this you’ll find eight hot reads attached.
My Son’s Best Friend by Cara Angel
Cindersmellya by Alexis Angel
Dr. Single Dad by Dark Angel
Stuff Me, Stepbrother by Cara Angel
Prince Me Harder by Cara Angel
Stories From The 6 Train by Alexis Angel
Kim Vs. Stepbrother by Mona Cox
Becca Vs. Biker by Mona Cox
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Alexis Angel
My Son’s Best Friend
My son found a friend. I found a lover.
It’s wrong. But he’s hot. That should explain it all.
It’s wrong. It’s taboo. It’s dirty. It’s filthy.
But he makes my pussy tingle.
He makes my nipples hard.
When I see him next door, I know I can’t stop myself.
The only question we have left is…
What do we do when we’re caught together?
Jennifer
I curl up with my Kindle at home, and it seems to be the same every day. My only enjoyment is this time of night when my son, Daniel, is out is being alone in bed with my Kindle. Reading filthy, steamy novels is the only thing to keep me going these days because I get to escape for a moment and enjoy a whole new, filthy world.
Especially my latest download, 12 Inches. The idea of a 12 inch cock makes me so wet reading about it. Aidan Stone talks dirty and has an even dirtier mind; I love it. But as soon as I finish the book, I know that it’s back to reality.
My reality.
The goal of getting away from my parents led me to a marriage that they set up; I figured I could escape and that being married was going to to be a damn dream come true. Instead, I had a husband who’s parents had also wanted to be able to get him a wife.
Tom, my now deceased husband and father of my son, Daniel, didn’t want a wife. He confided in me after the first — and last — night we had sex that he was gay. I’ll never forget how he begged me not to tell anyone; Tom begged me to stay married to him because it mattered to his parents.
I cared for Tom, even if it wasn’t love, and when I discovered I was pregnant, that was that. Now I live through my Kindle because I’m a mom, and I’m alone.
I still remember how my parents set me up with my husband. They introduced me to Tom. He was sweet, hardworking and his town was bigger than ours. Just slightly bigger, but it was enough for me to agree to marry him because I could practically smell freedom. Tom and I went out on a few supervised dates, and after Dad saw me talking to Nick, the son of the local bike store owner because I always had eyes for much badder boys that Tom.
It was clear that I was living in prison and I needed a way out, and Tom really did seem sweet. I didn’t realize he was living in his own prison, and for the sake of our son Daniel, we decided to stay trapped together. I have a wonderful son. I’m not complaining. I’m just telling you now because I want you to understand how much I need my Kindle romance novels!
Daniel is a wonderful son and he enriches my life. Maybe without him, I would have left Tom a long time ago, I don’t know. I thought about leaving Tom, but that would mean giving up our nice home. Nice things. Everything that made Daniel feel like he had a home and a stable life. The idea of going out there and having to do everything on my own felt too much of a burden to me if it would mean that I would be tearing apart my son’s life. For Daniel’s sake, I gave up my other chances at happiness. I gave up my sexual needs to stay with Tom. I wonder if some part of me died from the moment I made that decision and I just don’t know if I’ll ever be truly happy.
Daniel’s eighteen and I would always say that I said the moment he goes to college, I would leave too, but I never did. I promised myself that by the summer. By the time Daniel finished his first year at college, I’d be brave and do it. I’d leave my gay husband and stop living in his secret because I started to realize that Tom let me stay home and parent while he went out and did absolutely anything he wanted.
I am only thirty-six and I’m dying to be more than I am. But Tom beat me to ever getting free. He died on top of a male prostitute in Vegas three months ago.
Tom was sleeping with everyone and anyone at the time. Maybe the older he got, the more he felt frustrated in the marriage. He had nothing to feel frustrated about like I was! He was having sex. I only had my secret fantasies while reading my Kindle.
Everything about my life’s dead, and I want to change it.
I sit up thinking about where to start on my new adventure. There’s only one thing that I need to happen before I make my final decision.
&nbs
p; My phone rings, and it takes me out of my unhappy thoughts.
“Hello. Is this Jennifer?”
I recognize the voice immediately. It’s my lawyer, Frank. He must be calling me about the probate.
“Yes, sorry I was miles away. I was just taking a nap.”
God, I sound as if I’m seventy-six and not thirty-six. A nap at this time of day. That’s what happens when you have no job prospects. No child to take to school. Nothing to keep you in that routine. The one that you had when at least your child was at school.
He says, “Sorry, I shouldn’t have called so…”
I interrupt him before he looks at the time and realizes that it’s only four in the afternoon. “How can I help you, Frank? I suppose you’re calling about the probate.”
He clears his throat. “Sorry it took so long. It took a while to find the updated will and then there were some issues about the way that Tom died too and his health insurance.”
I nod my head thinking about the little boxes they made us tick when we took out the new policy. I’ve been hoping that the autopsy can show that Tom had some decency and practiced safe sex. Otherwise, Daniel will be at college and I’ll be left homeless. Eighteen years in a loveless and sexless marriage for nothing!
“Well, I’ll get to the point, so that you can get on with…everything’s in order. The insurance is going to pay out, and the house will be paid in full. You’ll be a very rich woman, Jennifer, in the next few weeks.”
I sigh. “Thank God. I was worried that the insurance policy wouldn’t pay out after they found out the events that caused Tom’s death.”
He chuckles. “Never mind about all that, just think about your freedom. You’ll have enough money to sail around the world. Especially now that Daniel’s in college. I hope that you enjoy it. You deserve it after the shock that you’ve been through lately.”
I nod my head; I don’t know what upset me more, the idea that Tom was dead or the idea that everyone knows Tom’s secret. Even family friends such as Frank. He knows why we never had more than one kid. He knows why Tom was always traveling and that it wasn’t always for business. If anything it was for pleasure. I’d turned a blind eye for so many years thinking that Tom was a good man. A good father. His sexual preference was something that I could live with, by the time I’d decided that I couldn’t take it any longer, he’d left not only this marriage but this world.
I had time to cry, to grieve, but the tears never came, because my life had been a lie and the realization of that came the moment he died. No longer did I have to keep his dirty secret. His parents knew the truth, and the only thing they could say about it was, “Please don’t tell anyone how he died.”
I agreed to it, because I wanted this chapter of my life over. I wanted it to be buried along with Tom.
“Thanks for calling, Frank. I’ll come to your office and sign the necessary paperwork.” “Whenever you’re ready. Good night, Jennifer.”
He's being polite because it’s not exactly evening.
As I curl up in my bed, I should want to scream and run around the bedroom and shout out about my new found wealth and freedom, but I curl up once more with my Kindle because the story I’m reading is so much better than my reality. Now I’ve got freedom and I can do whatever I please, but I’m alone. At least with my stories I can enjoy myself, because I can’t seem to let the reality of my coming freedom sink in enough to really enjoy what my life is going to be.
Jason
I run my fingers gently up Bethany’s entrance, wondering what her slickness is going to feel like around me and thinking about the way she is going to sound when I am fucking her. That is why I texted her to tell her that I was on my way home. I wanted my ex-girlfriend to be in my bed waiting for me.
I knew that Mom went to work at this time so the house would be free and Bethany could scream as loud as she wanted. Bethany didn’t even bother to wear underwear; she is naked from the moment I open my bedroom door.
She sent me a message saying that my mom let her in. I bet Mom wasn’t happy about that, but I’m in college now. Mom can’t keep treating me like a kid, besides Bethany and I used to date before I went to college. It’s only my first year, but I made it clear that I wasn’t looking to have a long distant relationship and Bethany complied. I know why she did. She has the delusion that I’ll decide to come back for her. The only good thing about coming back home is meeting up with my neighbor and best friend, Daniel, and fucking Bethany.
Bethany shifts against me as her breath becomes short and sharp as I start to play with her pussy, running the head of my cock through her swollen pussy lips. I want to prolong fucking her, because I don’t know that I’ll be so quick to call her again. Maybe the town’s changed, and there are other options. Girls that don’t have the delusion of a wedding ring in three years’ time, but they like to fuck. Fucking is the only reason I called Bethany, but I’m not sure that she understands that I just want casual sex even though she agreed to it, in theory. My cock’s going to go limp if I carry on fucking with a guilty conscience and thinking about how she’s planning our honeymoon and shit. I play with her, to draw it out further still. I had a long car ride coming home, and I want to make sure that I make up for the lost time. I’m so fucking hard that I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up. I decide not to any longer as I get the condom from my back pocket. I didn’t even bother to take off my clothes when I saw Bethany naked; I just got out my cock.
With the condom safely tucked on my cock, I take off my shirt and then lay on top of her. She’s spread out on my bed. I seize her hips and slam into her. She doesn’t resist because she’s ready for me. We both cry out as my cock enters her in one single thrust. Her body rocks forward against mine, and her hands curl onto my back.
“Damn! I’ve missed you, Jason.”
Not the words that I want to hear. She nearly makes me regret calling her because I don’t want to hear those words.
Then she moans, “You feel even better than last time.”
I can’t do this fucking shit. I decide that there’s only one way forward and that’s for her to turn around. If I don’t feel her kissing my neck and wrapping her hands around me, then I won’t feel guilty, and I can do the one thing that I’ve been dying to do for the last eight hours, and that’s fucking.
I gently withdraw my cock with the condom on it. I check it because I’m fucking sure that if Bethany had the chance to be pregnant, she would take up the opportunity like a duck to water. It would be her guarantee. Even coach warned us about that. Never. Ever have sex with a woman unless you’re going to put a ring on her finger. He’d told us about all the players that had been caught out and the price that they had to pay as a result of one night of enjoyment. It wasn’t worth it. Bethany is going to make me come. But I wasn’t about to throw my future away, especially not over her. I’d rather be safe than sorry.
“Good, you’re naked like me,” she purrs as she sits up and starts heading in my direction.
What is it about Bethany that makes me so damn frustrated and turns me off, even if I like fucking her?
I used to like her. Even at one point, I thought that I could love her, but then I saw the ugly side of her one too many times, and I decided that I couldn’t stay with her any longer. She picked on the fat kids. The skinny ones. The geeks. Anyone that she felt was beneath her. She was the popular girl whose parents owned a string of diners, and they had money. But her parents, they were respected by everyone in the community because they weren’t anything like their shitty daughter. I don’t know where she got it from, but I guess it is because she was born wanting for nothing and they worked for everything they had.
“I want you to fuck me from behind!” Bethany demands.
Today it feels as if fucking her is hard work instead of something I would normally enjoy.
“You feel so amazing,” she coos as she traces her fingers over my chest. That sort of thing used to get to me. Now, it seems totally empty and
does nothing for my cock.
I strip off my clothes, then I spin her around and seeing her ass in the air quickly changes my mind about how I was feeling a few minutes ago. She looks incredible as my cock enters her slowly. Her soft silk moisture makes me forget about the doubts that I was having a few minutes ago. I start with slow long strokes that allow me to feel every part of her as she bends down on the edge of my bed. I pull her hips back until I nearly withdraw, and then I ram back in all the way until my balls slap against her wet skin.
“Fuck yes!” I yell as I go deeper inside of her.
Bethany is screaming too, but not like the way that she was when I was laying on top of her, this time she’s shouting out obscenities. Thank fucking goodness that my mom’s not here and I don’t have to worry about my drunken dad coming home to find us. He left when I was born because he couldn’t accept the responsibility, or that’s what grandma told me. Mom told me that she doesn’t know what happened to him. Now, I’m older and I don’t fucking care because I gave up on him ever coming back.
My hands move up her body, squeezing and caressing it. Bethany’s no longer my ex that I’m having second thoughts about fucking. No, she’s an ex with incredible curves. Shit, her ass is so damn big that I can’t help but give her a spank with my cock buried inside of it.
“Jason!” she cries, and I know that she’s enjoying the little spank that I gave her right now as her body starts to tremble.