by Vivian Ward
I wasn’t sure what he meant until he had me stripped down and completely spread eagle in the front seat; my left foot propped up on the passenger door and my right foot jammed against the seatbelt panel while he knelt between my legs. I came the minute he shoved those thick fingers of his inside of me as his tongue lashed against my clit.
Laughing as I came all over his face, he stood and wiped his chin before licking my wetness off his hand. Towering over the car while I came down from my high, he unfastened his pants in two seconds flat, and that’s when I noticed his insanely large, throbbing dick as it sprung free when he stepped out of his jeans.
I didn’t think there was a chance in hell that he’d ever fit inside of me, but I could tell by the way he firmly gripped it and started lining himself up with me that he didn’t care. He kissed me, and I could taste my sweet juices on his lips, and as our kiss deepened, I was plastered against the front seat.
“What are we doing?” I panted.
My brain was screaming to stop, to put on the brakes, but lust had already taken over.
“I’m getting you out of my system,” he said, holding his thick cock with his hand as he slid it into me. “The problem,” he shoved himself into me as I winced in pain. “Is that you’ve been in my head for so long, Anita. And it’s time you get the hell out.” He stepped closer, stroking his shaft before he entered me for the first time. “You’ve got a reputation as being a good girl, but I’m gonna change all that.”
Okay, so one time. I could do that. Right?
Sex with no strings attached. I was the same as all the other girls; he wanted in and out. That was it, but I’d have my turn with Gage Fucking Miller. I could handle that.
My only regret? That I’d lose my virginity to him. I didn’t want to be the most inexperienced girl he’d ever been with, but he didn’t seem to mind.
It would give me the opportunity to taste the forbidden fruit that I’d always dreamed of without the possibility of getting my heart broken the next day. I admit, it was crazy and foolish on my part, but I wanted him. Just once.
My fingers ran through his dark hair and grabbed on tight as he pushed himself inside of me, stretching me wide open with his thickness.
Once he was inside of me, he sank as deep as he could, held it for a moment and allowed me to adjust to his size before he continued. I won’t lie; it hurt, but after a few minutes, when I molded to his shape, it started to feel damn good.
Amazingly good!
I felt like I was losing my damned mind as he plowed into me, thrusting between my legs as I took his massive cock over and over as. There was no way in hell that I could think straight.
It didn’t matter that I was supposed to be working or the fact that I had plans to meet my parents for dinner at 7; hell, I hadn’t even checked to see if he’d rolled on a condom before he took my virginity.
As he rocked my body harder and faster, shaking the whole damned car along with it, he quaked my world apart. The only time I was even able to manage a few mumbling words was when he slowed his thrusts, just enough to let me form words.
“You might be fresh, but you’re dirty as fuck, aren’t you?” he growled as he pushed himself into me, shaking the car harder. “Answer me!” his hand came crashing down, slapping my butt for emphasis.
“Oh fuck,” I managed to whimper as he had his way with me.
“I said answer me! Unless you want me to stop and cum all over your belly right now!”
“I’m a dirty girl,” I panted.
“Yeah?” he seemed pleased with my answer. A devilish grin crept across his face as he licked his lips and sank his cock into me even deeper as he held it there. “I wanna hear how bad you want me. Tell me how long you’ve been watching me, pretending not to, and how bad you want this cock.”
His gleaming white teeth were all I could fixate my eyes on. His canine teeth looked so sharp; that’s probably what I felt prickle my skin when he bit my neck. His smile faded away as he put his hand around the base of his penis and started to pull out of me.
Fuck. He was serious.
“Please, fuck me. Don’t stop!” That was all it took to seal my fate.
With a wicked grin plastered across his face, his magnificent eyes lit up as he grabbed handfuls of my breasts, almost as if he were holding onto them for leverage as he slammed into me. Hard.
“Turn over babe; I’m going to take you doggy style.”
Still enchanted by him, I turned over and stretched my torso over the armrest as I obediently listened to him. He slammed into me from behind as he leaned over and tilted my head to the side, snarling in my ear.
“God damn, I fucking love your pussy. So tight!” he growled.
I was completely exposed beneath him, and now he’d seen every bare part of my body that had never been seen before. The thought of him seeing me so vulnerable made my cheeks hot with embarrassment.
“Ohhh,” I grumbled as my face smashed into the cloth seat.
His whole body shifted forward on top of me as he buried himself balls deep in me from behind. He reached his hands over my head and grabbed hold of my wrists and pinned them against the seat. Splayed wide open in a submissive position, I was putty in his hands—and twice as wet. He pistoned in and out of me lightning fast and everything became fuzzy.
I came completely undone as he throttled me. With my head bent down, all I could see were my breasts smashed against the armrest as I begged for more.
Slamming into me over and over caused waves of pleasure to wash over me, leaving my mouth to pop open and form a perfect ‘O’ as he hit my G-spot. I wouldn’t have been able to hold back if my life depended on it.
“Ahhh,” I screamed out as I came, the walls of my pussy clamping down on his cock. “Oh, fuck!”
“That’s it, baby! Keep it fucking going,” he said as he released his grip on my wrists.
He continued kneeling between my legs as he sat upright and smacked my ass before he firmly gripped it and fucked me harder, slamming into me vigorously. After several fast, hard pumps, he started grunting, and I felt his cock pulsate as it was buried deep against my womb. Feeling him swell and twitch inside of me was the hottest thing I had ever experienced.
I felt shots of cum spurting out of the tip of his cock as he flooded my womb. He came in long, hard waves that were so powerful, I could have sworn I felt every last drop coming out of him.
When he was finished, he collapsed on top of me in a sweating, heaving mess, and my vagina refused to let go of him until he softened. After a few minutes, he rolled off of my back, and we sat up; a smile beamed on his face.
“What?” I asked, still in awe of what had just happened.
“For a girl who has never fucked before, you were pretty damned vocal and knew exactly what you were doing. Are you sure about that virgin thing?”
I could feel his seed trickling down my middle as I leaned forward. Shit. I should have been worried, paid more attention to whether or not he was wearing a condom but I had been on the pill for nearly three years to help with my acne.
There was no need to worry right that second anyway, there’d be plenty of time for that later, plus the deed was already done.
All I wanted to do was enjoy the glory and hazy afterglow for a moment. Smiling, I looked at him and nodded.
“Yep, you’re the first,” I said, bashful as I looked down at my fingernails.
“Shit.” He ran his fingers through his hair, prying it from his sweaty forehead. “I can’t even believe it,” he shook his head and laughed. “I knew you were a good girl, but I didn’t know you were that good.”
“If you want, I’m meeting my parents for dinner in a bit. You could come if you’d like.”
Why did I say that?
I felt stupid as soon as the words left my mouth.
“No,” he laughed at me as he slipped his shirt back on and took a sip of his Coke. “I’ll pass on dinner with the Bailey’s.”
My facial expression fell, a
nd the heat flushed through my body as embarrassment took over. “I’m sorry. I—I just figured—”
He put his finger to my lips. “Shhh,” he smiled at me. “Relax. I’m not going to take your virginity and walk away. Despite the rumors on the street, I’m not a complete Grade-A asshole. I’m just not doing dinner with the parents is all I’m saying.”
“So,” I stumbled for the right words. “What does that mean?” I asked, looking up at him.
“I’ll pick you up and take you out on a real date. Every girl deserves a real date when it’s her first time.”
He picked me up a couple of days later in his Jeep with the top down and doors off, and aside from the night I lost my V-card, I had the best time of my life. When I was with him, all of my problems faded away. I didn’t have to think when I was with him.
All I had to worry about was my pissed off dad and whether or not I was hurtling toward becoming his permanent girlfriend because that first date was not the only date as I thought it would be.
One date turned into the next, and before I knew it, we had spent nearly the whole month together. We’d take off every evening after work together and spent quality time under the Tennessee stars, mostly making love.
When we weren’t doing that, we headed into the countryside in his Jeep, mudding and tearing up the woods but it always ended up the same way—my bare ass bouncing beneath him in the back of his Jeep, or sometimes in the tall, wooded grass.
That was before everything ended abruptly. He’d finished his AA classes, did his community service and paid off his fine. We had spent an entire evening mudding in the woods, laughing and having fun, but something seemed off. He was distant like something was on his mind.
I pressed him about it all evening, but he denied anything was wrong until he couldn’t pretend anymore.
“Why are you acting so different?” I asked, frustrated.
Shaking his head, he grabbed my hand and kissed the back of it as we sat parked in the middle of the woods.
“Anita, I don’t know how to tell you this, but I’m a fuck up. This is a huge mistake.”
“What? No! You’re not a fuck up, and we’re not a mistake. Why would you say such a thing?” I looked into his eyes, searching for an answer. He wasn’t making sense.
“We both know I’ve been in a lot of trouble. Hell, the whole damn town knows it. Your dad hates me, and it’s only a matter of time before I break your heart.”
“What are you saying?” I asked, holding back the knot in my throat.
“Look, babe, I don’t want to end up like some washed-up loser, sitting in the slammer. There’s nothing for me here; all I do is get into trouble. I took a job working private security on the other side of the country, and I’m leaving in two days.”
The words hit me like a ton of bricks. Leaving? Two days? He’d waited the whole damned night to tell me? That son-of-a-bitch!
“Take me home.”
“Anita, just listen to me,” he started.
“Listen to you?” I hissed at him. “I can’t trust you. You knew this whole time and didn’t tell me anything? For what? So you could get me into bed one last time before you left?” I shook my head at him. “Take me home. Now!”
He fired up the engine of his Jeep as he tightened his jaw and drove me home in silence. I knew he wanted to say something by the way his knuckles were tightly balled in his fist, but he didn’t say a word. Not even as I climbed out of his jeep, angry and sulking at the same time.
It was the last time I would see him. For a while, anyway. Turns out right after he went through basic training, they stationed him overseas, and I wouldn’t have another chance to see him for nearly two years.
Weeks went by, and then months. No phone calls, no contact from him whatsoever. There were no emails or text messages. Not even a little note in the mail about how his newfound career was going.
It broke my heart. It felt like a punch in the gut when he told me that he was leaving instead of talking with me before he did it. No, I’m not his keeper and he sure as hell wouldn’t take orders from a woman, but I thought he cared about me; cared about my opinion.
And thinking that he didn’t care was the worst feeling in the world, because I had something to tell him but no way to reach out to him. I needed to tell him that I was pregnant.
I was pregnant with his child, and there was no way to contact him. He’d practically raised himself. His dad had been out of the picture for years, and his mom was off smoking dope with whatever boyfriend she had that week.
There was no family of his that I could reach out to. I’d have to wait, and hope that he’d come back home—if he ever came back, but he told me himself that he didn’t have a reason to come back—or contact me somehow.
Little did I know, he’d come back, and when he did, things would be much different.
When he came back to Millington, I didn’t even know he was in town. I was at the store, picking up a few groceries and buying diapers when I heard a familiar voice as I walked past the frozen section. My head whipped around, and I saw him standing in the aisle looking at the frozen dinners.
I swallowed hard and panicked, unsure of what to do. All of the blood rushed down my limbs, away from my face, and all of those pent-up feelings surged through me like a lightning bolt. The tightness in my chest made it hard to breathe and all I wanted to do was run away but I couldn’t.
As for the baby, my parents were very supportive, and I had all the help I needed in the world. Nobody except them knew who the father was, and hell, not many people knew that I had a kid to begin with. I preferred it that way, though; mostly because I didn’t think anyone would believe me that Gage had fathered my baby and partly because I was afraid that he’d be angry that I didn’t try to find him. But how could I?
I wasn’t ready to face him yet. What would I say? What would he say? Would I even tell him about our son, Bentley? Tiptoeing away, I heard him call my name.
“Anita?”
Shit.
My mouth went dry, and I froze in place. He walked in front of me.
“Anita?”
We locked eyes, and I couldn’t believe how much he had changed.
He’d always been muscular and rugged before, but now? He was a damned machine. His chiseled face was even more defined, his jaw and chin were even sharper than I remembered them.
His arms were bigger than my thick thighs and good Lord! His legs were insanely huge, bigger than anacondas. He held out his arms, eager to hug me but all I could concentrate on were the veins popping out of his sculpted muscles.
Still in awe of what to do, I remained statue-like. I didn’t know if I could hug him. He’d left at the drop of a dime, with no notice, no care about my feelings or regards to me. Not one iota of contact. Nothing.
He was supposed to be the one who wouldn’t have a chance to break my heart the next morning. My one-night stand, the one I could forget about. Except he was anything but that. He was the one who got away; the one I had fallen in love with.
And at the same time, I had his son waiting at home, wondering when mommy was coming back from the store so we could play in the tub, read a good bedtime story and snuggle until he fell asleep. I was the mother of his child. A child that he didn’t know existed.
“What are you doing back here?” I asked, eying his buddy. He didn’t have a familiar face; he must have come back with Gage from…God knows where.
His arms dropped to his sides, and the muscle in his jaw tightened.
“I’m back.”
Back?
“You didn’t bother writing, calling or anything for almost two years while you were away. And now you want me to be happy that you’re back? Fuck that. I’m not sure what you expected, waltzing in here and acting as though I’d be like a loyal puppy, eager to see you again. I’m not a dog, and I sure as hell wouldn’t leave behind someone I cared about like an old stuffed animal.”
I might have been hard on him, but he knew an address to
write to or a phone number to call—unlike me. I had no clue where he went off to or how to get a hold of him.
He had his cell phone shut off just days after he left. Maybe if he hadn't left with no notice or maybe if he would have contacted me, he might have known about Bentley.
His lip curled, raising his flaring nostril as I went off on him. “I don’t need this,” he nodded towards his friend. “Let’s go.”
And just like that, he was walking right back out of my life again.
On their way past me, his friend studied me, eying me as they walked down the aisle. I waited until they were both out of view before walking back to my cart so I could take Bentley’s diapers home and, hopefully, not run into that asshole again.
But God help me, I couldn’t give up on him that easily because I was the only hope that my baby had if he wanted to see or know his daddy. What kind of mother would I be for keeping his daddy away from him?
Chapter 2: Gage
I never thought I’d wind up back in this town, but the universe had other plans in store for me.
When I took the job in California working private security for my boss, David Sanders, I knew that he had a special assignment for me, but he didn’t fill me in on the specifics until I was standing in his office.
His cute secretary, Danielle, greeted me as I stepped off the stainless steel elevator that carried me up fourteen floors before the doors opened.
She was the shy type, which made things more interesting. I loved watching babes squirm, especially while they were nervous.
“Hi, are you Mr. Sanders’ two o’clock appointment?” she asked, doing her best to avoid eye contact with me.
I had seen the look on her face when I walked into the office, and even though she had a baby face, she looked guilty as hell when her eyes darted away from me.
She was just like all the girls back in Millington. They all wanted a piece of me but were too afraid to ask for it, and I was all too willing to give it.
This was going to be fun; my first challenge in California, and only forty-five minutes off the plane. The minute she saw me, she knew what a guy like me could do to someone like her, and it embarrassed the hell out of her.