But it was pretty fucking obvious she could.
In fact, it was quite possible I’d found me a ringer.
“Time to switch it up.” I pulled my cock from her mouth. “Bend over the couch.”
She wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. “You didn’t like it?”
She sucked a cock like she’d invented the art. I wasn’t about to tell her, though. Mentally, I added another point for her eager attitude.
“It was alright,” I lied. I motioned toward the couch. “Bend over.”
Upon hearing my request, she bent over the front of the couch and hiked her ass high in the air.
Her little swollen puss was as pretty as any I’d ever seen. Glistening from her juices, and opened up like a Valentine’s Day rose, it was begging for me to enjoy it.
I guided the tip of my stiff dick toward her slit, parted her wet lips, and then pushed half my length inside of her in one heavy shove.
The air shot from her lungs like a ball from a civil war cannon.
Her pussy felt like heaven. I could easily get lost in fucking her, but I wasn’t about to allow myself to do so, or tell her how much I enjoyed it.
“Put your chest down flat on the couch,” I said in a demanding tone.
She gulped a breath and complied.
I gave a mental nod of appreciation, and then kicked my foot against the inside arch of her feet. “Spread em wide.”
Again, she complied.
With her legs spread wide, she stood there with a twat filled with cock and her chest plastered to the edge of the couch cushion.
I lifted my right leg, planted my heel against the back of the couch, and pushed forward with my hips. The maneuver extended my leg until it was almost straight, and in turn, shoved what little cock I had left deep inside her.
She let out a moan like she was being impaled.
In most respects, she was.
I gazed down between the cheeks of her little round ass. My cock was so deep in her that my balls were smashed into her wet folds.
Fucking her was different than what I’d become accustomed to. Even after telling her that I wouldn’t be willing to entertain a relationship with her, she had agreed to have sex. Most women who did the same thing were worried about one thing and one thing only.
Getting off.
She, on the other hand, had already experienced no less than half a dozen orgasms, and seemed to be more interested in getting me off than anything else.
“That’s every inch of dick I own,” I announced. I twisted my left foot back and forth in the carpet, made sure I was on stable ground, and then slid my thumb between her ass cheeks.
I cleared my throat. “You ready to fuck a little bit?”
A muffled grunt came from the couch cushions.
I planned on fucking her a lot, but I wasn’t going to get caught up in lexical semantics.
I slowly pulled the entire length of my cock from inside of her, enjoying watching it slide free of her tight cunt. As the tip cleared her pussy lips, she let out a sigh.
My glistening cock danced between her ass cheeks.
I grinned and gave a slight nod, reassuring myself I was ready for action. After sliding my thumb along her ass crack and pressing it deep into her wet twat, I grabbed my juice-covered shaft in my other hand.
After a few deep pumps of my thumb into her pussy, I pulled it out and slowly pushed it inside her tight ass.
Her body heaved up and down as she took a breath and then exhaled.
I guided my cock between her legs, and upon entering her warmth, shoved it balls deep.
She moaned in pleasure, and then grunted when it bottomed out, but not one time did she bitch or complain. After twenty solid minutes of a consecutive thumb and pussy fucking, and I was so fucking excited about her tight little twat that I was on the verge of blowing my nut.
But, I needed her tight little pussy first.
I pulled my thumb from her ass, grabbed her hips firmly in my hands, and continued my balls-deep assault of her glorious little cunt.
The sound of my hips slapping against her tight ass wasn’t enough to drown out her moans of pleasure. Hearing her express the satisfaction I provided was music to my ears.
My balls tightened, warning me of their need to release.
I pushed her forward, pulled my cock from inside of her, and lifted my right foot from the couch.
I clenched my cock in my fist. “On your knees.”
She dropped to her knees in front of me and opened her mouth.
I stroked my cock a few times and arched my back. I didn’t need to see what was happening, I’d watched myself come on the faces of countless club whores and groupies. As I fisted my cock like an 80’s porn star, I felt my balls pulse repeatedly, draining me of my sacred juice.
After groaning out a satisfying war cry, I looked down, eager to see my accomplishment.
Not a trace of cum was to be found.
Mystified, I stared at her with my mouth agape. If asked, I would have claimed I’d shot an award-winning load onto her mug.
She stood, almost falling in the process. I steadied her and then stared in amazement.
I gave her three points for the disappearing cum trick. Any girl that could eat that much cum was a trooper.
She flipped her hair over her shoulder and stretched her neck from side to side. “Are you done?”
“Yep,” I said. “The show’s over.”
“Okay.” She motioned toward the door. “You can leave now.”
My eyes went wide. “Excuse me?”
“This is my house. You don’t do relationships, and we’re done fucking. So, there’s not much left for us to do.” She waved her hand back and forth like she was a mechanical mannequin at the entrance of a carnival. “Bye.”
I chuckled at her strength. I wouldn’t have guessed it. At least not initially.
“You’re kicking me out?”
“I’m kindly asking you to leave. You’re a great lay, for what it’s worth. I came really hard that time. Thank you. You’ve got a nice cock, by the way.”
As she cleaned up, I got dressed and laced up my boots. At the instant she walked out of the bathroom, I pulled on my kutte.
Still quite shocked at what had happened, I grinned, waved, and sauntered toward the door. Halfway there, I turned around.
“We gonna see each other again?”
“Maybe,” she said. “I’ll let you know.”
I admired her independent strength, eager attitude, gorgeous smile, and ability to understand my awkward needs. I hated that I had to be the way I was, but there was just no other way for me to protect the love of my life.
Eddie.
Chapter One Hundred Twenty
Sandy
Lex and I sat in the Crab Shack for our afternoon drink, but she wasn’t drinking. She was giddy about the news, and although I was happy for her, I couldn’t imagine how I’d react if the same thing happened to me. I guess I could imagine it, I simply couldn’t imagine being happy about it.
I took a drink of my beer and shook my head. “I still can’t believe it,” I said. “It just happened like that.”
She looked at me like I was an idiot. “Isn’t that how it always happens? It isn’t like it normally creeps up on you. You either are, or you’re not.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
“I didn’t want to say anything until I knew, though.”
“When you said that you didn’t feel like drinking the other day, I knew something was going on.”
“I wanted to make sure.” She shrugged. “Now, I know.”
I wagged my eyebrows as I took another drink of my beer.
Lex was pregnant, and although she and her boyfriend weren’t married, they were living together. From what she said, he was as excited as she was for the baby. Their relationship was one that would be easy for anyone to envy, because Cholo was the type of man that every girl wanted.
He was handsome, kind, cons
iderate, loving, and uncomplicated. He put it all out there, and left nothing to the imagination. In my mind, it was a huge plus.
I pushed my empty bottle of beer to the side. “So, what did the doctor say?”
“Other than I’m pregnant? Nothing, really. They don’t tell you much. She gave me a bunch of literature to read. Oh, and she suggested some books.”
“I hate doctors. They’re like attorneys. Overpaid.”
She laughed. “Unless you need one.”
“I’m not planning on needing either.”
“How’d the deal go with Smoke? He’s pretty in-your-face, isn’t he?”
I let out a laugh, even though I didn’t really mean to. She looked at me as if she wanted an explanation for my outburst, but I tried to dismiss our night together as uneventful.
I shifted my focus to the table. “It went good.”
“What? Why’d you laugh?”
I looked up. “I don’t know.”
She leaned back and looked at me. “You guys did it, didn’t you?”
Lex wasn’t a prude by any means, but she wasn’t one to have sex with random guys, that was for sure. She and Cholo were together for several months before they had sex. Even then, their relationship was rock solid before she committed to do it with him.
I knew she wouldn’t judge me, but I was still reluctant to tell her the complete truth. I decided to give her part of it, and then try to divert her attention somewhere else.
“We went back to my place, talked for a while, and hung out. Did you know he has a daughter?”
Her eyes shot wide. “Wait. What? Seriously?”
I nodded. “Almost seventeen years old. He’s a single father.”
She shook her head. “I had no idea.”
“Well, he is. I don’t know, maybe don’t tell Cholo about it. If he hasn’t told you, he might not know. Smoke didn’t say not to tell you, but it just seems kind of weird that you don’t know.”
“You know how those guys are, they’re secretive. They don’t tell anyone anything.”
“What do you mean?”
“They don’t say much about anything, and they say a lot less about each other,” she said. “It’s probably an oath of silence or something.”
I shot her a look. “Really?”
“I don’t know. I was kidding. Kind of. I’m sure they don’t take an oath, they’re just secretive.”
“Well, he’s got a daughter. Says he can’t be in a relationship because of her.”
“What?” She snapped back. “That sounds like bullshit. Wouldn’t you want to be in a relationship if you were a single father?”
I twisted my mouth to the side and shrugged one shoulder. “I don’t know. He said he was protecting her from being hurt. It made sense.”
She looked at me like my head was on fire. “Being hurt?”
“That’s what he said. He told me about his daughter’s mother, and how she left after the baby was born. He said he wasn’t going to give another woman a chance to hurt her again.”
Her eyes slowly widened. “Oh wow. She left right after the baby was born?”
“He said she left right after, yeah. Like maybe even a few days after, I don’t know. But not like after a month or anything, it was early. He took off work for six months to bottle feed her. Then he fired the first nanny he hired after the first day. He said he was doing construction work, and he started taking her to work with him. Kept it up until kindergarten.”
“Holy crap,” she gasped. “I had no idea. That’s impressive. I mean, it sucks that he won’t be in a relationship, but I understand the position he’s taking.”
“I kind of felt sorry for him.”
She shook her head lightly, and then looked at me. “You did it with him, didn’t you?”
I was out of ammunition to divert her attention. I wondered if she’d think less of me, and then decided she wouldn’t.
I let out a sigh. “Yeah.”
“You skank.” She chuckled. “I knew you would.”
“It’s not being a skank if I’m in control of when, where, and how. II needed it,” I said. “And I really enjoyed it.”
“Your dick fix?”
I chuckled. “Uh huh.”
“So, what now?”
I shrugged. “That’s it. We had sex.”
“You’re okay with that?”
“Yeah. We used each other. I was horny, he was horny. We used each other. I kicked him out when we were done.”
“What do you mean?”
“As soon as we were done, I asked him to leave.”
“Oh wow.” She took a drink of her tea, and then looked up. “He didn’t ask you to give him a lap dance or anything, did he?”
I worked with Lex at the seafood restaurant during the day, and worked nights at the local strip club. I’d been contemplating quitting, but the amount of money I made was difficult to walk away from.
“I didn’t tell him I danced. Did you?”
“No, I didn’t tell him. Did you quit the club already?” she asked.
“Not yet.”
“Are you going to?”
“I haven’t decided.”
“Is all Smokey’s worried about is protecting his daughter from meeting someone? I mean, is he willing to like, go out as long as that’s all it is?”
I wondered about how we left things, and if he’d be receptive to such a suggestion. If it included sex, I was sure he’d see value in it.
The thought of fucking him again bothered me. Not because I wouldn’t enjoy it, because I knew I would. My problem was that I feared I’d want it over, and over.
“I don’t know,” I said. “I think so.”
“Figure out when your next night off is, and then why don’t you ask him. Maybe we could all do something together.”
I knew I’d have to make the promise of sex to even think about luring him into a night out with another couple. The thought of doing so wasn’t as exciting as it should be. Maybe it was because I wasn’t sure how long I’d be able to continue fucking him without developing feelings.
After struggling with it for a moment, I decided I could fuck him one more time and walk away safely.
I gave her a look of reassurance and grinned at the thought of it. “I think I can talk him into it.”
Chapter One Hundred Twenty-One
Smokey
Contentious matters seemed to be handled in the kitchen, and that’s where we were. I stood on one side of the island, and she on the other. It was a good thing there was something separating us, because she looked like she wanted to choke me.
“We’ve been over this and over this for the last year,” I said. “You know damned good and well that I’m not going to change my mind. You’ve got another month, and then I’ll agree to it. Now, I won’t.”
She pressed her hands to her hips and glared at me. “He’s not going to wait a month. He’ll find someone else to take out.”
“Then he’ll find someone else.”
She shot me a sideways glare. “You don’t care?”
Upsetting her was the last thing on earth I wanted to do. It hurt me to see her upset, but it would hurt me much worse to see a boy take advantage of her. I wanted to prolong her single status for as long as possible, and the rule of our home was no dating until she was seventeen.
“It’s not that I don’t care, because I do,” I explained. “I want you to be happy, but I don’t want you to get hurt. The rule is you can date when you’re seventeen. Not sixteen. Not sixteen and a half, and not sixteen and eleven months. Seventeen. That’s the rule.”
She tossed her hands in the air. “A rule you made up.”
“All rules are made up.”
She let out a long sigh, rolled her eyes, and then looked at me. “I want to go on the record as saying that this is the stupidest and most sadistic rule you’ve ever conjured up.”
“On the record?” I coughed out a laugh. “You’re not in a court of law.”
“J
ust as well be. You keep notes. So, keep that one. The stupidest and most sadistic.”
“I don’t keep notes.”
“Really? Now I’m stupid, huh?” She shook her head. “You’re brain’s a vault. You keep mental notes. You always have. And you forget nothing.”
She was right. I did make mental notes, and I rarely forgot anything. I held grudges, too.
“Stupid and sadistic,” I said. “Duly noted.”
She glared at me playfully.
The thought of my daughter going on a date made me cringe. I didn’t care who the guy was, he wasn’t going to be good enough for me. I didn’t want her to grow up, and her going on dates was the last step in her becoming a woman.
“What’s sadistic about it?” I asked.
She arched an eyebrow. “Seriously?”
I nodded and waited for her response. She twisted her mouth to the side, undoubtedly preparing the verbal assault she was going to unleash on me. When she had time to think, she often gave well thought out responses that were indicative of her intelligence, and her odd system of beliefs.
I mentally exhaled, then reached into my pocket and pulled out my vape. After taking a long pull on it, I waited for her barrage of words.
She cleared her throat and shot me her signature stink-eye look. “Hell-o. Are you in the house, or outside?”
I lowered my vape and raised my eyebrows.
She nodded her head toward my hand. “Do we smoke that ridiculous thing in the house when I’m home?”
My lungs were filled with 10 cubic feet of 440-degree lemon flavored water vapor. I needed to exhale, but didn’t dare. Not in the house, anyway.
With my lungs burning and my cheeks puffed out, I shook my head. I’m sure I looked like a teen who had been caught smoking weed by his parents.
She pointed toward the door. “Outside.”
I raised my index finger.
“You have your rules, and I have mine,” she snarled. “Out. Side.”
After blowing the cloud of smoke out the front door, I turned to face her. “I forgot you were here.”
“That’s how important I’ve become? I’m transparent?”
“No, it’s not--”
“Me and my needs? We’re see through? Invisible Eddie”
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