Dutch and Gina: The Power of Love

by Mallory Monroe

  And Gina returned his passion, unable to think about anything else but this man she had in front of her, this big, strong, virile man she loved so much. And her anger, too, was replaced with her love. And that love was becoming personified in a passion that caused them both to want to fuck so badly they could taste it as they kissed.

  And Dutch didn’t waste another second. He reached beneath her dress and slung her panties down so violently that they fell in one swift swoop to her ankles. And he began fingering her as he kissed her, preparing her as he ravaged her lips with such a hungry need that Gina felt that hunger too. She felt as if she was already in the middle of a passionate sexual encounter through the power of his lips alone.

  For the longest time they kissed with a heightened sense of urgency, and for the longest time he fingered her, prepping her, fondling her. Marcus Rance was still in the back of their minds, and Robert Rand’s proposal, but in the front of their minds was the here and now, each other, their love, and their need to express that love in the heat of this battle. There was something so disturbing, so off-putting whenever they were in dissonance, that they both felt an unrelenting need to right this ship and right it now. And sex, for them, had always been a powerful course corrector.

  And they were in synch from the moment their lips met, even to where Gina’s panties slipped over her shoes and dropped to the floor just as Dutch slung her up and wrapped her legs around his waist. When he entered her, and began to slide in and out of her with those sensual gyrations he had mastered long ago, she wrapped her arms around his neck and groaned with delight.

  And once again they started in medium and accelerated from there. Dutch couldn’t tamp down his need for her. He couldn’t moderate his motions to make it last longer with her. Because this wasn’t their regular morning love sessions, where he entered her and slid in and out of her in a slow drag that kept them both satiated for nearly an hour sometimes. This wasn’t that. This, for Dutch, for Gina, was hard, cold sex.

  And he sexed her, thrusting into her with a need that kept on intensifying. And she moaned and groaned, her back sliding up and down the wall as he fucked her and she kissed him, as if their earlier fight was now a figment of their imagination.

  Back in the Sitting Room, where their lovemaking sounded more like scuffling and bumping against the wall, caused LaLa to quickly realize that something more than a mere argument was going on next door. She and Crader were still standing near the adjacent wall, and the bumps were becoming louder and louder.

  “Do you think they’re fighting now?” she asked Crader. “Do you think he’s beating on her?”

  Crader tried to keep a straight face. LaLa, for all of her experience, really wasn’t anywhere near as experienced as he and Dutch. Which he was actually glad to know. “Yes, La, he’s beating on her all right.”

  Without hesitation she moved to head out of the Sitting Room and into that small office next door.

  But Crader grabbed her by the hand, gently pulling her back and against him. He wrapped his arms around her waist, encapsulating her. His front was jammed against her back. “Yes, he’s beating on her, La,” he said, as he was beginning to get a hard on just knowing what Dutch was doing to Gina. “He’s banging her.”

  LaLa attempted to glance back at him, but he was holding her too tightly. “Banging her?” she said.

  “As in banging her brains out, yes.”

  LaLa frowned. “But how can that be happening? They were just arguing. How can they go from that monumental fight, to sex?”

  Crader closed his eyes, as he pulled her even closer against him, as he was certain she felt his expanding rod now. “Just as I can go from wondering if he was beating on her, to putting a little beating on you.”

  As soon as he said those words that she knew were filled with double entendre, she felt the thickness of his penis against her backside. She leaned her head back, onto his broad shoulder, as he began to rub that penis against her.

  “Oh, Dutch!” she heard Gina cry, and just like that she wanted to cry Crader’s name.

  And Crader couldn’t bear it. He unzipped his pants, and pulled out his rod. Then he unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down, just enough to expose her big, tight ass, so that he could have clear passage to enter her from behind. Only he knew he couldn’t just ram into her. He had to get her ready. And he did. Rubbing his penis on the outside of her vagina, and rubbing her clit, prepping her.

  Back in the adjacent office, Dutch was well beyond any prep work. He was deep into his fuck. And he rode Gina. He held her in his arms and thrashed into her in a way that gave them both that wonderful whipping effect. Gina felt that effect, felt it to the innermost sanctum of her womanhood, and bucked into him as he bucked into her.

  They knew they were too loud; they knew they were behaving as if they hadn’t had it in ages, but that was why they loved coming together this way. It always felt as if it was new to them, something completely different every time, and so unbelievably intense that they could hardly bear to feel it.

  But they felt it. Every fiber in their being felt it. Dutch’s penis was aching with pleasure as it slid along Gina’s now sweetly slick walls. And when she began to climax, when she began to feel that pinch of elation that wouldn’t allow her to forestall it any longer, his control broke too. And the thrashing became a pounding as he bore into her with a release that took his breath away.

  “Oh, babe!” he cried as he poured into her. “Oh, babe!”

  He kept thrusting into her and thrusting into her until his white liquid oozed out of her, and until the climatic intensity that came so quickly, just as quickly began to dissipate.

  Crader, however, was just sliding into LaLa. And that unique feeling of his penis inside of her caused them both to reel in anticipation. Never would they have dreamed that their decision to wait until after their wedding would be shattered on the very night they publicly announced their engagement. But it was a fact. They were shattering that decision with this one, spontaneous act.

  Crader was fucking her. His penis was roaming in and out of her with a slow wonderment that made LaLa want to cry. She continued to lean back against him. She continued to feel the sensuality of his touch deep inside of her. And the thought that they could be caught, that the president and First Lady could enter the closed door room at any moment and catch them in the act, caused Crader’s gyrations to increase. He was no match for Dutch. He hadn’t broken LaLa in to where he could bang her the way Dutch banged Gina. But he was able to increase his movements enough to pick up the kind of sensual steam LaLa desperately was seeking.

  “We’ve got to stop,” she whispered as he fucked her, as her entire body moved in rhythm with his.

  “We will,” Crader whispered back. “I just want to cum inside of you,” he said. “Let me cum deep inside of you.”

  And now it was LaLa’s time to cry, “Oh, Crader,” as the thickness of his rod saturated her.

  Back in the adjacent office, Gina and Dutch were immobile. Her back was still against the wall, her legs were still wrapped around his waist, and his penis was still lodged within her. But the silence was deafening. Because just as looking into each other’s eyes produced their sensual encounter, the silence caused them to remember their reality again.

  Marcus Rance. And Robert’s political gambit. And Governor Feingold.

  Dutch’s head was buried in Gina’s chest, his breathing barely regulated. And Gina’s head was leaned back, against the wall.

  Dutch slid his deflated penis out of her vagina and pulled out his handkerchief. He began wiping between her legs, cleaning the excess juices that had slid onto her thighs. She watched him, as he cleaned her; as he, once again, took complete control of her. Not that she was concern about his alpha ways. She wasn’t. She knew Dutch looked out for her best interests all the time.

  But what he viewed as best for her in this instance was in total conflict with her. She continued to watch him wipe between her legs. She continued to feel
the power of his strong body holding hers up. And all she could think about was how she always managed to cave. Every time they had any major argument, she usually decided that Dutch knew best, and ended up letting him have his way.

  But she couldn’t this time. Not this time. Not when the stakes were this high. The last time, when she went to Texas, she was so certain the courts there would hear her brother’s request for a new trial and gladly accommodate him. But when they turned him down so forcefully, as if even the act of asking for a new trial was an affront to them, she knew the legal system wasn’t going to serve her brother. She instinctively knew it. They could petition the court and petition the court until they were blue in the face, but her half-brother, her deceased father’s son, was not going to see that arc of justice bend his way anytime soon.

  Then Robert Rand came along with a different way. It was a different way that would be cloaked in the veil of justice, but would actually be just as rigged as she felt those court decisions were. But it was, she knew in her bones, the last chance Marcus had. And that was why she had to fight Dutch’s decision to keep her out of it. She had to fight it.

  “I don’t think you fully understand why I’ve got to help Marcus,” she finally said as the agony of that reality returned with even more vigor.

  “I understand perfectly,” Dutch replied as he continued to wipe her. He had hoped she would let it go, but he also knew Gina was no quitter. “We have this same argument every few months. The same argument. It’s always some bright idea somebody has to free Marcus Rance. And they always come running to you with their brilliant schemes. And then you’re off on that wild goose chase again. All in the name of helping your brother. I understand. You want to help your brother.”

  “I have to help him, Dutch. I’m the only one who can.”

  “Then you have got to let justice take its course,” he said, now wiping his penis. “If Feingold wants to pardon him, then fine. Let him look at the evidence and make that pardon. But you won’t have anything to do with that.”

  He said this so firmly that Gina became upset again. She pushed him away from her and sat back on her feet.

  “I’m the only one who can help him, Dutch,” she said again, tears welling in her eyes.

  But Dutch would not be deterred, either. He, in fact, stiffened his resolve. “You’re not going to have any meetings with that governor or anybody else regarding that brother of yours.”

  “So you’re saying I can’t even go to the Rand Foundation dinner?”

  “That’s not what I’m saying and you know it. Of course you can go to the dinner. That foundation does excellent charity work, especially in Africa. It’s a very worthy cause and I have absolutely no problem with you speaking at their convention or dinner or whatever it is. But I absolutely have a problem with you injecting yourself into some political scheme of Robert Rand’s. And I plan to personally discuss that concern with him myself.”

  “Dutch, I have to help Marcus, don’t you see that? I’m all he has. I’m the only person who can help him.”

  “Then tough!” Dutch said angrily this time. “He won’t be helped then. Because I’ll be damned if I’m going to let you participate in what is nothing short of bribery, Gina!”

  “It’s not bribery!”

  “It is bribery!” Dutch proclaimed so loudly that Crader and LaLa, who were still in the midst of their passion, stopped suddenly.

  “They’re fighting again, Cray,” she whispered.

  “Just a little more, La,” Crader was saying as he continued to fuck her. His swollen penis was too near its release for him to even entertain the thought of stopping. “Just a little more.”

  And LaLa was too enthralled with that penis to tell him to stop. She was nearing the throes of her climax too.

  Dutch, however, was near the throes of throttling Gina. “Don’t you dare tell me it’s not bribery because that’s exactly what it will end up being. You make your spiel, which I’m certain will just be a formality, that governor will pardon your brother, and Robert will pay him off for all of his good, charitable work. It’s the bribing of an elected official to justify some end you want to make possible and don’t you dare call it anything else!”

  “Then fine,” Gina yelled. “Call it bribery, call it whatever you like. But it’s my brother, not yours, and I’m going to do whatever I can to help him.”

  “You aren’t doing a gotdamn thing, Gina, now I mean it. I will not allow you to be a party to anything that will tarnish your good name, I will not allow it!”

  “Don’t you mean you won’t allow me to tarnish your good name?” she asked as she turned to leave. Dutch grabbed her arm, stunned that she would say such a thing to him.

  But her anger was complete. “Let me go,” she said firmly. This time she meant it. But it wasn’t her voice, but that sadness he saw beneath her rage, that caused him to weaken his hold.

  He let her go.

  Gina then flew open the door and left. Dutch tucked his penis inside and zipped up his pants, his own rage cloaked in sadness, too.

  He looked down and saw her panties at his feet.

  Crader was just beginning to release inside of LaLa when they heard the door in the next room fly open.

  “We have to stop,” LaLa insisted as she, too, was in the midst of her climax.

  “Almost,” Crader was whispering as he gave it one final push that pushed them both over the edge. LaLa felt the sense of tightness that caused the muscles of her vagina to constrict, and Crader just poured into her.

  But as soon as it was over, as soon as they were in the period of deflation, LaLa pulled away from him, pulled up her pants, buttoned them, and hurried to see if Gina was all right.

  Crader zipped up too, and hurried behind her.

  Dutch heard their approach in the hall, and calmly reached down and placed Gina’s panties inside of his suit pocket.

  Crader moved in front as he and LaLa glanced into the small room through the opened door.

  “Everything okay?” he asked his best friend and boss.

  “Yes,” Dutch replied, the wind completely out of his sails. “Everything’s fine.”

  “Where’s Gina?” LaLa asked.

  Just the mention of that name caused a look of defeat to cross over his face. It was barely noticeable, but both Crader and LaLa noticed it. “She’s . . . Try the Nursery,” he suggested.

  His defeated tone surprised LaLa, but she immediately hurried to find Gina.

  Crader, however, continued staring at Dutch. He saw the small scratch on the side of his face. “What happened?” he finally asked him.

  “What happened?” Dutch responded. And then he smiled a smile that wasn’t intended to be joyous. “I married a very independent woman that’s what happened.”

  “What? You prefer to be married to a puppet? To a dependent woman?”

  Dutch didn’t respond. Because it wasn’t that simple. Gina’s fierce independence was one of the things he loved most about her. But it was also one of the things that infuriated him most about her.

  He took his fist and slammed it against the wall.

  Gina was just coming out of the bathroom inside the Nursery when LaLa arrived. Little Walt was still fast asleep, so Gina moved over to the daybed and sat on it. LaLa walked over too, and sat beside her. It was obvious that she had been crying.

  “What did he say?” LaLa asked, although she already had a pretty good idea.

  “What he said before. That he’s not going to let me do it.”

  “He won’t let you even go to Montreal?”

  “I can do that. But I can’t make my case to Governor Feingold. He says I’d better not even meet with the man. So if I do, I’ll be defying him.”

  “But you explained to him about your brother’s situation, and how the governor may pardon him if you can convince him that he’s innocent of those charges?”

  “Of course I explained it to him, you heard me yourself. But he didn’t want to hear it. Dutch can be
so stubborn when it’s about me. He thinks everybody’s taking advantage of me or trying to use me to their own end.”

  “Well, he’s got a point, G. Robert Rand isn’t exactly agreeing to help make that pardon happen because of any great need to do some good deed on his part.”

  “I know that. There’s something in it for him. I know there’s something in it for the governor. But there’s something in it for me too. My brother will be free. We can finally get to know each other for the first time in our lives. Little Walt’s uncle is in prison for a crime I just don’t believe he committed. How could Dutch be satisfied with that?”

  “Because he’s a true believer in the criminal justice system.”

  “Like hell he is,” Gina said in a pronouncement that surprised LaLa.

  “Why would you say that?”

  “Because it’s true. He knows my brother was railroaded by those overzealous Texas prosecutors. And I think he would be pleased if the governor were to pardon him. But because I need to get involved, his precious wife, it’s a resounding no. Even after we. . . even after he made love to me, okay, it was still a resounding no.”

  She, in fact, could still feel the evidence of that love making deep within, and even in her anger she wanted to feel Dutch’s penis inside of her again. She shook her head. She was so dick-whipped by that man it wasn’t even funny.

  LaLa exhaled. “I don’t know,” she said. “I always thought Dutch would get upset, yes, but that he would see that there’s really no other choice.”

  “So did I. And maybe he’ll still come around. But I’m not banking on it.”

  LaLa Looked at her. “So what’s that supposed to mean?”

  “It means I will be going to Montreal and I will meet with Governor Feingold and do everything in my power, including begging that man, to set my brother free.”

  “And if Dutch doesn’t like it?” LaLa asked.

  Gina wanted to throw that same word at him that he had thrown at her and say “tough,” exactly the way he had said it to her. But she couldn’t say it.