Breathless 4: Loving Montie

by Shani Greene-Dowdell

  “All of this sounds good but, if you fucking hurt me Montie, I’m not playing nice. I allowed the last two men to throw me away like a used rag. The next time a man treats me like that, I’m going to be the worst bitch in heels you ever want to meet.”

  “Don’t talk like that through my pretty lips,” I said, running my finger over her luscious lips before I placed a peck on them. “There won’t be a next time.”

  “I’m trying to be serious, Montie,” she said.

  “Neither of us want to be hurt again. So, let’s make a pact to handle our hearts with care,” I said as I inhaled the scent of her puffy hair just before I converted that peck into an all-out make-out session.

  We made it to the hotel within an hour of the plane landing. I figured we both needed rest after the long flight. We reached Lissa’s room and she kept walking, nodding toward mine next door. The heated look in her eyes spoke to me. She longed for the very thing that kept me up at night tossing and turning. A smile curved my lips as we entered my room.

  The door close behind us. I dropped the luggage I was carrying and pulled her into my arms. Her rolling bags fell to the floor as soul-grabbing kisses expressed the sweet agony of being parted from her lips for far too long. Her hands roamed the expanse of my back. I pulled her closer to me, as close as she could get. She reached for my waist, searching for something a little more primal. Feeling my hardness that was fully ready for her, she fumbled for my belt.

  “Lissa, are you sure you want to do this now? We don’t have to…” She tugged at my pants, which dropped to the carpet. “…rush.”

  “We’re not rushing,” she began sucking my bottom lip into her mouth. “I’ve wanted to do this since the day I met you.”

  I pushed my boxers down and unleashed an erection that raged harder than ever before. As her soft hands grasped at my thickness, I guided her to the sofa and sat down causing her to release her firm hold of me. I gently and deliberately unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down over her hips and all the way to her feet while she kicked off her shoes. Her appeal was glaringly evident. She stood in front of me in a pair of fire engine red panties, which now had a dark wet patch starting at tip of the triangle and continuing to the back. I smelled her fragrant arousal. Her scent was so enticing that I stopped for a moment to press my face close to her triangle as if to pull her very essence inside of me.

  With my hands on the back of her thighs, I pulled her panties off and yanked her down onto my lap. She clasped her ankles behind my back. I gently pulled her t-shirt off and removed her bra. She was much less gentle when she pulled off my shirt, too impatient to remove the two top buttons. Once there was nothing between us, her hand went back to my manhood, gently stroking it all the way from my heavy scrotum that filled her hands to the base and back to its wet tip. Her soft hands felt so good on my bare skin. A sensuous groan arose from deep within my throat and I roared like a lion. My hands roamed all over her. My lips started their own exploration.

  Her eyes, I looked into them deeply. Then my left hand went to back of her neck and pulled her closer. While she closed her eyes in anticipation, I kissed each of them. I loved the shape of her nose and kissed the tip oh so gently. My lips followed the line of her jaw to the spot under her earlobe and pressed against it for what seemed like the longest time. Her head fall back to expose her mocha neck and I showered kisses all over it. My right hand stayed on her bottom, exploring the region from her tailbone and down.

  With her on my lap, I turned and she landed underneath me. She let go of my erection and stretched with luxurious anticipation on her gorgeous face. With my knees on the sofa, I opened her legs outward and bent over to reach her right breast with my mouth. My right hand stroked her left breast from the base to the juicy, erect nipple. She moaned with pleasure as I sucked her breast into my mouth and paid the other the same attention.

  “Baby, do you want me to make love to you? I can’t say that I’ll have any self-control, once I’m inside you,” I said as I ran two fingers up and down her dripping wet slit. Glory, her nether lips were so beautiful.

  “Please don’t control a thing. I want you to fuck me so hard, Montie,” she murmured as she grinded against my fingers. An unbelievable amount of blood went surging to my dick upon hearing those naughty words drip from her luscious lips.

  My dick touched her wet opening and she reached below to grasp it, hoping to pull it in and put out our raging fire. I backed away from her and moved further down her body, dropping kisses and nibbles in a fiery trail - all the way to the core of her womanhood. She moaned and grabbed at my low-cut hair as my tongue touched her clitoris. My tongue worked its way slowly in between her lips, and her hands pushed down on my head.

  I flicked in a steady quick motion across her swollen clit with no plan to stop until she was near the edge of eternity. Only then would I cram my swollen rod in her tight little hole.

  “Oh, no…no…no,” she begged me to stop creaming her silly. “Fuck me, please, Montie,” she pleaded for me to take her to ecstasy with my magic stick.

  Her request was music to my ears. However, nothing would stop me from slowly savoring the taste of her sweet pussy that I had longed for all the lonely nights prior. Her hips vainly thrusted up at my face. She was about to cum. Just when I sensed she couldn’t take it any longer, I flicked her clitoris with the urgency she craved.

  "It's coming, it's coming! My god, I’m coming," she muttered in desperate urgency. Then it seemed that a volcano burst - hot liquid poured out in spurts.

  That’s my girl. My consolation prize from the most beautiful girl in Japan was the privilege to watch her shake into a stupor as her love juices poured into my mouth like a spout. Velvety remnants dripped onto the leather sofa.

  In what seemed like superhuman strength, she pulled me by my arms, grabbed my dick, poised it over her wet center, then grabbed my ass and pulled me inside.

  “Shit girl…” I uttered and she latched her lips onto mine, taking the rest of my pleasurable thoughts into her breath. My mouth latched onto her breast next and my right hand went under her bottom. My left hand cradled her so that she had full access to every inch of me. “…you’re gonna make me cum too soon,” I roared as her wetness poured onto my right hand.

  Her pussy was a continuous spout as I pounded into her, matching the thrusts she made from below. Just as she contracted continuously while screaming for me to stop, I burst. She pushed me off her and used her right hand to milk me while directing the streams of cum towards her waiting mouth and breasts. That visual pulled more nut out of my balls than I ever thought possible. I collapsed on top of her, spent. I wrapped my arms around her and held her closer than close.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  Justine

  Disgraced

  I sat on the ledge of Mommy’s all-white porch and watched the sun disappear into the horizon. The evening air chilled my bare arms. I felt as cold on the outside as I did inside. My plan took a detour, but I was determined not to let it foil all together. Jacob had top security around him and he was keeping Destiny stowed away like she was fine china. Those kids hadn’t been seen outside in at least a week. I, as well as my mother, were pretty much in the dark about the happenings in the Turner home.

  “Montie’s acting like a cocky asshole. He needs to just tell the bitch everything so we can all get our happily ever after. If he keeps holding out, I’m going to pay him a visit in Atlanta like I did Destiny.”

  “It’s a beautiful evening out, wouldn’t you say, darling? How about we take a walk?” Mommy asked as she walked out onto the porch. Without waiting for my reply, she handed me a long-sleeve floral sweater and said, “Come on.”

  I hopped down onto the foster green grass and put on the ugly sweater. I might as well walk off the nervous energy that had overtaken my being since I ran into Rick two weeks ago. He had the nerve to smile in my face and push up on me. I played along and seduced him into taking a ride out to Lake Pointe. At first, I genuinely wanted
to spend time with him reminiscing about what we once shared. I wanted to feel the way only Rick had the ability to make me feel. We laughed, talked, and everything was just dandy until the bastard had the audacity to pull out his wallet and show me his new family.

  A red glow covered him like a fog as he held that photo in his hand. I shut my eyes tightly and screamed. The little shit left me high and dry at the altar in front of a room full of people who pitied me. His actions led me into the arms of my best friend who left me for another woman, breaking my heart all over again. Then Rick had to come back and rub his new life in my face right after screwing me in the back of his red Camaro. Well, I showed him that I was nobody’s plaything. When I opened my eyes again, I was a murderer. I left Rick in the back of his prize car with that precious picture stuffed down his despicable throat that had been slit by my pocketknife. People had to learn not to mess with my emotions. I’m human too.

  Walking with Mommy was better than sitting around thinking about the shitty way people treated me and plotting revenge. I hoped the scenery of our neighborhood would deescalate my raging thoughts of men who’d claimed to love me. I didn’t want Jacob to meet the same demise as Rick. I cared much deeper for him than I ever had for my “married fiancé,” Rick. May he rot in hell.

  “You’re starting to get a little pudgy around your waist. You should come on these walks with me daily,” Mommy said once we were thirty minutes into our power walk. My mind had been all over the place, thinking about Rick, Montie, and mostly Jacob. I merely responded to her questions with yes ma’am and no ma’am.

  “Yes ma’am.”

  “We’ve only done three miles out of the five we need to do. If you weren’t moving like you had molasses in your heiney, we’d be finished by now,” she said.

  “Yes ma’am.”

  “I don’t know how you ever think you’ll get and keep any man with your weight fluctuating the way it does. Much less Jacob Turner. You have to have your body tight for a man like Jacob.”

  “Mommy, I don’t need you telling me how to get Jacob. I’m going to marry him. You just wait and see.”

  “Is that a fact?” She stopped walking.

  “It is a matter of fact,” I assured her as I kept my pace. She jogged up beside me and turned me around to face her.

  “And just how do you plan to pull that off, when in fact he has married Destiny?”

  “That won’t last long once Destiny finds out that Jacob and I slept together.”

  She glowered at me, disbelief written all over her hard features. I could tell she was skeptical of whether I was telling the truth by the way she tilted her head to the side and just dissected me with her blood sucking eyes.

  “You slept with Jacob?” she asked, the beginnings of a smirk dancing on her cheeks. “Is that right?” she asked.

  “A few weeks before he got married. Yes, I did.”

  “Why haven’t you already blown up their world with this information? You could have sent Destiny on the Greyhound back to Atlanta a long time ago. Why are you withholding such damning information, if you really slept with him and you really want to get him back? Help me understand what in the hell you are thinking.”

  “Mommy, it has to come out the right way. I can’t just run over there and blurt that out to Destiny. She will never believe me.”

  “Well, did you record it or anything?”

  “Mommy!”

  “Don’t Mommy me. I’m talking about gathering of hard evidence that Jacob can’t deny. He’s a man, and he will deny sleeping with you. You had best believe that.”

  “I may have another way to prove it.”

  “What other way, honey?” I rubbed my stomach and her eyes bulged out of their sockets. “You are not.”

  “Yes, I am.”

  “Oh, my God. That’s the ticket! There’s no way he can deny it when you have his child in your stomach. Oh, my word Justie. You did it this time!” Mommy screamed excitedly and started walking faster than before dragging me along by the arm. “Let’s get home so we can tell your father that you’re carrying the heir to the Turner Enterprise.”

  I wasn’t as thrilled as she was about my pregnancy. I strolled behind her at a slow pace that caused her to stop and ask, “With such great news, what’s wrong with you, Justie?”

  “Nothing.” I kept my eyes trained on the ground as we started back walking.

  She stopped again. I could see a bile-rising disgust growing in her surly gray eyes. “You don’t know who the father is, do you?”

  I hung my head low.

  She yanked her hand from mine, reared back and slapped my jaw. “What a disgrace! You’ll never get married now. You’re stupid to think a man of any respectable family will consider it.” She stormed away from me walking at a high rate of speed toward our house.

  I sat down on the curb and glanced out into the wooded area in front of me. Ironically, I sat less than a mile from where I left Rick’s dead body. I don’t need a husband. I need help before I hurt someone else, my inner conscious pleaded with my mother’s silhouette that moved further away from me.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  Lissa

  Work Hard

  Love Harder

  “Do you have any more water in the fridge?” I asked Montie as I scooted to the edge of the bed. We had been sprawled out on his bed testing the designs we were introduced to at the conference.

  “Yep, there’s some in there. Let me get it for you,” he said, placing his hand on my waist to pull me down so that I was sitting between his legs in the center of the bed.

  I swatted at his hands. “No, you lay down and let me get it this time. I know my way around your room by now, Montie.”

  “That you do, that you do,” he said before his neck crooked and his lips covered my nape.

  I leapt from his grasp and scrambled to get to the edge of the bed. The chase was on as he pounced after me. He flipped me over so that I was underneath him and overly eager lips sought mine for a heated kiss. His hot, minty breath brushed against my face. “I see now that you’re going to need some training,” he murmured against my cheek as he flipped me onto my stomach and riddled my neck with a new avalanche of rough kisses. Montie yanked my shorts down to my knees and pulled my waist up so that it was suspended in the air. He quickly released his manhood through his boxers and thrust into my core without any other warning.

  A gush of air flew from my lungs as I gripped the sheets. “Oweee!” I screamed as my dripping wet flower stretched to accommodate his size. “You can’t just…can’t just keep doing this to me,” I admonished as I opened wide to let him in.

  His searing breaths heated my neck as he hunched over me, pumping into my sex for dear life. Over and over he stroked my hypersensitive core from which more and more cream spilled.

  “You’re gonna let me take care of you woman,” he growled as he stroked me. “Do you understand what I’m saying to you? Damn, you’re so wet! You gotta let me take care of you.”

  “Harder Montie, pump…harder,” I said, surprised to hear my voice begging to be taken rougher. I could barely handle the full weight of his steel as he pulled all the way out to the tip and crammed it into my soft core without remorse. I thrusted back against the length of his long cock until every nerve ending in my body came alive. Insurmountable sensations fluttered through my being awakening parts of me that had been asleep all my life.

  Montie’s hand slipped between our bodies and flicked against my slit. Glorious vibrations rippled from the depths of my soul. I threw my heat toward him in a slow rolling movement. Contractions rippled through my vagina and a forceful stream of cream released like jets. Montie jerked inside of me and his hot seed splashed against my walls, intermixing with mine.

  “That was fireworks baby,” he said as I rolled over onto my side in a faint attempt to get away from his grasp. “Don’t make me light you up again for being disobedient,” he said and playfully slapped my ass. He went to the refrigerator and brought back two
bottles of water.

  “If your intent is to get me to follow your command, maybe you shouldn’t reward my bad behavior with good sex. Just saying,” I said as I accepted the water that I needed then more than before.

  The next morning, I laid in his arms staring at the ceiling for hours before he was awakened by his alarm. “How long have you been up?” he asked.

  “Just a little while.”

  “Well, since I’m here, you’re here, and he’s here,” he pointed at the tent his manhood made under the covers. “What do you suggest we do?”

  “Montie, I’m still sore from last night.”

  “Well, I’ll let you rest for now, but I’m sure you’re going to need some type of punishment before the day is over with, sassy lady.” He stretched before he stood and went into the bathroom, leaving me sitting up on the bed with my mouth hanging open.

  “I’m beginning to believe you invited me along only so I can serve at your pleasure,” I yelled behind him.

  Montie peaked his head out the bathroom door. “No, my sweet Lissa, that wasn’t my intention, but now that you mention it, that’s a brilliant idea, as well,” he said with one finger on his chin.

  I bit down on my bottom lip as he approached the bed minutes later. His roasted brown skin a perfect dark chocolate that I was convinced could not be duplicated by any other man. His pectorals expanded from his chest displaying the mighty strength that made it possible for him to suspend me in air as he fucked me silly just before I fell asleep last night. I had, once again, attempted to get water to replenish the fluids he kept extracting from my body and found myself in a pleasurable “time out.”

  “Don’t you want to get some water or something from the fridge?” Montie asked, standing over me looking kingly.

  “No, I don’t want to get anything. Will you bring me a bottle of water, please?” I snickered.

  “Smart woman,” he said. He turned around and swaggered to the refrigerator and took out two bottles of water. “You want juice or water?” he asked.