by Wood, Lauren
It was. She was being sarcastic because it was in a knot on top of her head. She had this mothering thing down and I was glad that I chose her to be the mother of my daughter. She was perfect and sexier than ever before. Her hips and breasts were a little larger and I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her.
“Yes, but I love it. I love everything about you Gemma.”
She rolled her eyes and went back to the dishes. She was trying to chasten me to keep me off of her, but I thought I’d done pretty good not to ravish her when I saw her in the parking lot. I hadn’t been able to obviously, but now, there was no reason why I couldn’t.
“The dishes can wait.”
Gemma wasn’t going to play, and she turned her back to me and kept on washing dishes. I don’t know why that bothered me as much as it did, but I wasn’t going to be able to wait.
Her back was to me and I moved up against her, making sure she could feel the breath on the back of her neck. I watched her shiver and I loved it even more. Kissing her softly, she turned her head slightly to the other side so that I had better view of her neck and she was inviting me in. My arms wrapped around her and I pulled her up against me. I wanted her to feel how hard I was for her. I was ready in all ways and I heard the gasp that came from between her lips when she felt how solid I was.
“Are you wet?”
I hadn’t touched her that much, but I knew Gemma and I knew that she was looking forward to this just as much as I was. It was hard not to be ready after waiting so long. Sex had always been something that we did well, and I was trying my best not to let it get to me too much. I wanted to last.
“Yes.”
“Good, because if I don’t get inside of you right now, I think I’m going to lose it. You just had to wear that skirt, didn’t you? You’ve been teasing me all day.”
“I don’t have any panties on either.”
That made me suck in air as I moved a hand to the bottom hem and moved up her leg. I wanted to feel her and sure enough, not a piece of fabric in sight.
“Open your legs a little more.”
“Don’t you want to go to the bedroom?”
“Later, for now I need you right here.”
She trembled against me and she opened her legs up a little bit more to give me access. She wasn’t just a little wet, she was soaked, and I let out a groan. Fuck she felt good and so damn hot. I knew she was going to be tight, choking me out because it had been so long. I couldn’t wait any longer and the skirt came up with another gasp from Gemma. I pushed her forward a little and she grabbed the sink.
“Frank, we shouldn’t…”
Gemma didn’t get to finish the sentence because my hand was on her nub. It was engorged and in need of attention. I couldn’t stop from doing just that, rubbing her back and forth while I unzipped and released myself. I wanted this to be perfect, thinking about every single night I was inside, but I couldn’t wait. Never had it been like this, in the kitchen with her hands wet from the dishwater, but it seemed like the perfect way, our way.
“Frank, please baby.”
I knew what she wanted, and I was thankful that nothing had changed. I slid inside of her as quickly as I could and hissed with the sudden, hot, damp, tightness that surrounded me in its loving embrace.
“Fucking hell.”
She giggled and pushed her ass back against me to grind in. “You feel good baby?”
Gemma was clenching me, suffocating my shaft within her folds. It was too much, and I pulled out to save myself. Pushing back in, she whimpered, and I did it several more times, getting my dick wet with her juices so that I could slide in faster.
Her head went forward, and she started to push off of the sink into me, making each thrust hard enough to jiggle her ass. I bit my lip, watching the show and trying not to lose it too soon. She felt so damn good that I was ready to blow my lid already.
I moved faster, trying to push her over the edge before I was unable to stop myself. She felt so good and I needed the numbing effect of plowing in over and over again to lessen her hold on me. Gemma started to scream out loudly and I loved the way she sounded. It let me know that she was feeling good and it was all that I needed. I knew that she was going to come seconds before she did and covered my cock with her extra juices. The noise level rose, and I continued to batter her insides until I couldn’t anymore.
Pushing deep and pulling her up against me, I filled her with my seed and hoped that it took again. I kissed her neck, her back and then moved her face so that I could half-ass kiss her lips. She tasted so good and I never wanted to let her go.
Finally, I pulled out and she turned around for a proper kiss, her lips as insistent as mine.
“Let’s finish this off in the bedroom Frank. I need to ride you.”
I was already hard again. Gemma was always really good at riding and I was ready for more. It was damn good to be home. Really damn good.
THE END
FIRST TIME (SAMPLE)
Chapter 1
David
Life was good and the party at the house was even better. My sister knew how to throw a party. It didn’t have anything to do with what the cause was, she was good for a party about anything. This one was to wish me luck as I left for Canada. I was going to go and try to push our family’s company. This was usually Callie’s job, dealing with the customers, but I was trying to step up and help out while she was unable to. She may have been knocked up and too pregnant to take care of business, but she was still up and able to plan a kickass party from the looks of it.
I waved to her from across the room before I went deeper into the house and the writhing bodies that were dancing on the floor. It was the perfect time to be here, be alive and I knew that none of this would have happened without my sister and the father I never met. A lot had changed in me. I was more confident and readier to take on the world. It was hard to deny the way I felt nowadays. Nothing was off limits to me now.
This included women. Everyone knew who I was, in and out of the factory. They’d done a cover story on me and Callie meeting and growing the business. Now that we were looking into expanding into another country, everyone knew who we were. This gave me the advantage of random hot chicks walking up to me. It sounded good in theory and most days it was, but some days I was far more worried about having some peace or knowing why they were walking up to me in the first place. It wasn’t because they thought I was cute anymore. Now it was because they recognized me and wanted in on a piece of the action.
Most women thought they would be the one that made me fall in love with them. We’d get married and have kids together and then a few years down the line, she would be an ex and get half of my money. It was a harsh way to look at it but having money had opened my eyes to the world a bit.
I went to the bar and asked the girl behind it to make me a drink. She had her back to me and when she turned around, all words died in my throat. She had curly red hair that was streaked with blond and she had an angelic face. That or I was just drinking too much again. Either reason could be it. The light shone off of her bright colored hair and it clashed well with the milky skin that she had.
“Do I know you?”
She shook her head and asked what I wanted to drink. I’d forgotten the request.
“I don’t think so, but I think everyone here knows you. David.”
I should have been flattered, but this was one chick that I wished was in the dark. I wanted to for once meet someone that didn’t know who the hell I was. There was a part of me that wanted it to be her for just a moment, but then the feeling changed, and I accepted that she wouldn’t be.
“What do you know about me?”
“Dahlia.”
“Okay Dahlia, what’s the gossip?”
“I hear that you’re far richer than you should be, and you like to give your money away, almost as much as you like a taste of a new woman. I also hear good things about you in the bedroom. That you’re
very generous with your skill and time as well.”
I was surprised by her words, but not the intent. She wanted to be one of those new women and I was certainly okay with that. Dahlia of course didn’t know that it would be for such a short amount of time. She was convinced that she would be the one. I didn’t think it was possible, but I was willing to give it a try if she was. It was all fun and games for me either way.
“What time do you get off here?” I didn’t want to sound urgent and cheesy, but I was getting riled up and I wanted to direct all of my energies on the woman in front of me.
She shrugged and put the towel down, walking around and out from behind the bar. “I have a break coming up.”
It was music to my ears, even if the first part wasn’t. I was becoming a joke and I was going to have to do something about it. I told myself that I was going to have to use more discretion, become more choosey, but at the end of the day, Dahlia was beautiful, and my new life changes weren’t going to start tonight. I had no plans to walk away from this woman, so tonight I was still going to be the same old David. I promised myself that I would change tomorrow. There was always tomorrow to make all the changes that were needed.
“Why don’t you let me show you around Dahlia? This place is big, and I don’t want you to get lost.”
Dahlia agreed even though we both knew that she would not have an opportunity to be lost in the house. She would go home and even after I made her come, let her cry out my name for an hour, I won’t even know her name tomorrow. We both knew that I would never see her again. Right now, there was just this night between us and all the pleasures that we could muster in that short span of time. Most of the time, it was enough. Why would tonight be any different?
I showed her around the house, showing off the things that I figured would impress a girl like Dahlia. She didn’t seem as impressed as I would have liked to have hoped, so I knew another way to put a smile on her face. It was a far better way to do it as far as I was concerned. I wanted to release some of the pent-up energy that I couldn’t seem to kick, and it wasn’t long before I was ready to show her the bedroom. All the paintings on the wall and fine furniture wasn’t going to turn Dahlia’s head. Maybe some nice hard cock would do the trick.
“I want to show you the upstairs. That’s where the bedrooms are. Do you have some more time or is your break running short?”
“My break is as long as it needs to be David. I’m in no rush when it comes to you.”
I grinned at her and nodded my head. It was the best answer that I’d heard all day and before long I was pulling her up the tall bannister and then letting her walk beside me. I wanted to know what she was thinking, but it didn’t matter when she saw the bed and seemed to know just what to do.
Dahlia pulled the slip dress over her head and smiled back at me. There was no bra to cover her jiggling tits and the pink, protruding nipples that called to me. Everything was so feminine and fair about her that it tugged at my loins.
“I don’t want to see your things David. I want to feel you inside of me. That’s what I’ve heard about you that made me curious. Money is easy to come by, but a man with a big dick that knows how to use it will always be a gem. Especially one that can make me come till I cramp if the story is true.”
I swallowed hard and grinned back at the woman. She kept eye contact with me as she pulled her panties down and it was impossible for me to take my greedy gaze away from the thin line of red hair that tuft up above her forbidden place. The whole time I was thinking that I needed to change, I’d completely forgotten for a second how fun it was to be me.
Giving the woman what she asked for, I started to undress a little slower than her. My gaze was on the jiggling rack and the seemingly directions to her pleasure and I was sidetracked. Dahlia’s creamy light skin was hard to deny as I counted freckles on her shoulder blade when I drew closer. For this night and this moment, I wanted to know everything about her. I wanted to know every inch like it was my own. Tonight, I was going to make her mine. It was always the plan and I wanted to do it even more to Dahlia. My head was in the clouds and I didn’t want to come down.
She went to her tip toes to kiss me and then moaned as I picked her up and walked her the last few feet to the bed, tossing her up onto the mattress and watching her bounce. The parts that were supposed to did and it was seconds before I was able to pull my eyes from the show that she was giving me without even trying. She giggled and crooked her finger towards me.
Leaning back, Dahlia opened her legs and the pink slit invited me to the spot even faster. That thin little strip was all the hair that she had, and it was a blinking neon sign to my destination. Being me wasn’t so bad at all when women like Dahlia presented so beautifully and got me all worked up. I couldn’t think anymore and all that ran through my mind when I was crawling over her body was how good she was going to feel underneath me. She was going to be a masterpiece, I could already tell.
I started with my mouth because it worked slower and I wanted to live up to expectations that were made by previous conquests. I wanted to surpass her greatest needs, so that one day she would say something to another woman just like herself and I would have this opportunity again. I was all about the long haul when it came to women. I didn’t have that for one, just women in general and I knew that word of mouth was a good way to get more from references.
She tasted sweet and the sounds that came out of her mouth were even sweeter.
Tomorrow I would be a good person, but tonight I just wanted to play, and Dahlia was up for it.
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