by Burke, Dez
All his nightmares came true when he saw Kira lying on the ground on her side. Bent over her sprawled body was an unkempt looking man in a shapeless coat, his hair overgrown to match his equally bushy beard. Blake saw red and he let out a roar of rage as he yanked the man off Kira.
“What the hell did you do to her?” He feared the worst looking down at her even as he gripped the man by the scruff of his neck.
“I didn’t do nothing! One moment we were talking and then she fell over. I was trying to help her up when you came in!” the man said, grabbing at Blake’s wrists. Blake stared down at Kira and to his relief, her eyes opened.
“Blake?”
Blake relinquished his death grip on the man’s throat and hunched over Kira, cupping her face and placing it on his thighs as he kneeled beside her. “I’m here baby. What happened? Are you okay?”
She nodded. “I just felt dizzy for a second and the next moment…” She shuddered, her eyes rolling up at the ceiling. And then she winced. “My father…”
Blake glanced around quickly but he was already gone. The front door was ajar and Blake heard shuffling footsteps moving quickly down the porch stairs, the sound receding.
He turned to Kira, stroking her face tenderly. “Forget him, my love. He’s gone.”
“But he’ll be back,” Kira moaned. “He always comes back.”
“Don’t worry about that now,” Blake said. His heart was still pounding fast. He’d been so scared of what might have happened to her. She looked so pale, but otherwise unhurt. He cupped a hand over her belly. “We need to get you to a hospital. You could have hurt yourself when you fell, or the baby.’’
She shook her head. “I feel fine except for being a little queasy. It’s just one of the dizzy spells I get a few times a day. Help me up on the couch where I can stretch out and then have a drink of water. I’ll be okay in a minute.”
Carefully, Blake lifted her in his arms and carried her into the living room, placing her gently so that she laid full length on the cushions. He would’ve pulled back once he had her settled but she hugged him around the neck. “Hold me, Blake,” she whispered. “I’m so scared.”
Blake’s arms closed around her tightly. “I won’t let him hurt you. I promise.”
“It’s not him I’m scared of,” she said, shaking her head
The terror in her voice reached to the depth of him. He unlinked her arms gently from his neck and drew back slightly so he could look into her eyes. “Whatever it is, you don’t have to worry. Now lean back and I’ll get you some water.”
Blake secured the front door and then poured her a glass of water, watching as she downed it slowly. He tucked some loose strands behind her ear. When she was done with the glass, he took it and placed it to the side.
“What are you doing home so soon?” she asked once he turned to her again. She still looked like she’d lost too much of her color and Blake’s worry deepened. He was furious, knowing her father had probably triggered Kira’s collapse. Blake was going to insist they visit the hospital for a checkup anyway. He was taking no chances with her wellbeing or the baby’s.
He sighed deeply. “It was Brittany. She came by today and started talking about how she became suspicious about your background. She decided to hire a private investigator who managed to track down your father. Then she told me he was already coming over here to see you. She made me almost homicidal. I came here as fast as I could. What happened, Kira? Why did you let him in?”
“I didn’t know what else to do. I was confused about him finally tracking me down – and then I was worried about him drawing attention. He wasn’t going to go away until I opened up. Besides, I knew all he ever wanted was money and I was right. He said some mean things and tried to belittle me as usual but all he needed was cash. I gave him all I had in the house which wasn’t much. He promised to return and said that I’d better have something more substantial next time. He wanted $25,000 and I knew I’d never be able to get my hands on that kind of money without you finding out he was extorting money from me. He threatened to cause trouble for me if I didn’t have his cash ready when he showed up next time. Said he’d drag me back down in the gutter where I belong…”
She shook her head and turned her face into the cushion. Blake felt a murderous rage but reined in his fury, rubbing her hands gently as he said, “You know that’s not going to happen. You’ve always known that nothing he ever said was true. But you have to promise me not to ever let him get so close to you again. If you want me to, I’ll get a restraining order on him. But if he truly needs help and you want to help him, then I don’t mind doing what I can to get him rehabilitated. He’s your flesh and blood after all. I’ll do whatever you think is best.”
To Blake’s shock, Kira burst into tears.
“Darling, what’s wrong?” he said in alarm, gathering her in his arms. “Please. You’ll hurt yourself if you keep crying like this in your condition.”
“I lied, Blake,” she said brokenly, turning her cheek into his chest. “All those months ago when I told you about my father. I made it sound like it was my father who disappeared. When the truth is, I was the one who ran away from him.”
She shuddered before continuing in the same shattered tone, “After the last time he showed up demanding money, I knew I couldn’t stay on in that situation where he always knew where I was and could torment me whenever he liked. So I decided to pack up and relocate; set up somewhere far enough away that I was sure he’d never find me. I moved here to New York, got the job working for your father and started my new life. I knew my father would keep looking for me and every day I woke up praying he’d never find me. And now he has.”
Kira clung to his arms as she lifted tear-stained eyes to his. “I’m sorry. I’m a bad person; filled with so much hate and an unforgiving spirit. How could you love someone like me? Someone who would desert their own father?”
Sobs racked her harder than ever and she didn’t struggle when Blake drew her gently into his arms, shushing her softly. “You’re not a bad person, Kira. You can’t help wanting to keep safe from things that can hurt you. Your father caused you a lot of pain and it’s understandable that you didn’t want to keep being put down or mistreated.”
“So you don’t hate me?” she whispered. “That’s what scared me the most. That you’d be disgusted when you found out I…”
Blake tipped her chin up and kissed her lips, effectively silencing her. He cradled the back of her head and swept into her mouth with his tongue, hot and demanding. She moaned, clutching to him as he deepened the fierceness of the kiss. The dread he’d felt coming home and finding her on the floor still lingered. He hated that anyone made her feel intimidated or small. He poured his strength into her through his kiss, clasping her to him as he ran his hand over her lush body. She trembled as his fingers palmed her breasts, and he felt the urgency rise within him as she kissed him back, making him so hard it hurt. Kira was already in her third trimester and still the sexiest woman in the world to him. He loved her desperately. How could she ever think there’d be anything about her that could disgust him in any way?
He broke the kiss and stared deeply into her eyes. “I’ve told you a million times I love you. This time I’ll take the time instead to show you what I mean. You’ll never doubt my feelings for you again. And whatever we have to face, be it your father or your insecurities, we’ll face it together. You have me, okay? I will never leave you.”
She nodded quickly, eyes shimmering with tears he wanted to kiss away. So he did, while his fingers deftly unfastened the buttons of her patterned cotton dress. “You are so sexy and lush. I want you. All the time,” he told her, hearing the gruff arousal in his own voice. He liked that it made her shiver. His hand pushed underneath the hem of her dress and reached inside her panties, finding them soaked. Her smoothly shaven pussy was slick with arousal and that made his pants feel ready to rip apart thanks to his raging erection.
Blake knew what Kira needed. Wha
t they both needed. Right there on the couch, he shed every inch of clothing from her beautiful frame heavy with their child. Then he ripped out of his own clothes and once they were both naked, he made her spread for him. He moved between her legs and ate into her with a passion that was both gentle and ravenous in turns. Hearing her cries of ecstasy drove him closer to the brink than he was ready for. Keeping his mind off how much his cock throbbed to plunge into her, he focused on nibbling on her plump, juicy cunt lips. Her fingers clenched in his hair and he growled in approval at her ferocious grip.
“Blake!” she cried out raggedly and he knew a few more flicks of his tongue on her clit would have her juices flowing. He loved how she felt and tasted, and yet he knew what else would bring a more mind-blowing finish. He knew she loved to cum with his cock plunging deep enough to make her scream his name. Since she was so advanced in pregnancy, Blake was always careful and knew what angles, depth and pressure to bring them both maximum pleasure with no worry about risk.
His hands on her hips guided her into position, which was with her kneeling facing the back of the couch. He leaned over behind her and reached for her deliciously swollen breasts, strumming their peaks with his fingers. The softness of her body was soothing and thrilling at the same time. His rigid cock pointed straight in between the juicy globes of her ass and it was all he could do to hold back long enough to finish what he started. He kissed and licked on her back, reveling in her sweet scent. He’d never have enough of her, he hoped she knew that. Hoped she knew exactly what she meant to him.
He grabbed at the firm flesh of her ass which he had a perfect view of from this position. Kira had the hottest ass he’d ever seen and he didn’t mind taking the time to tell her that. He groaned deeply as with infinite care, he slipped his cock into her from behind. He looked down at her heart-shaped ass, watching his thick white cock disappear and then reappear from her chocolate brown pussy lips. Blake loved how their skin tones contrasted and how much of juicy hot flesh there was to grope and caress as he fucked her just deep enough to have her shivering beneath him in ecstasy.
He angled his cock right up against her g-spot and felt her walls grip tighter to his cock. Her sweet wet cunt massaged him with every stroke he made and he squeezed harder on her tits in response. She made an animal sound of pleasure that made his balls tighten and pushed him closer to the edge. “That’s it, baby. Drive me crazy with that pussy. So snug and moist,” Blake groaned. His cock throbbed as he ramped up the pace, using shallower yet even faster thrusts which teased the sensitive tissues of her vulva. He could tell how deeply her nerve endings shivered. Damn, she drove him mad with need. He loved that they still were able to do this and that she loved having sex with him despite how close she was to being due. His sexy, beautiful black wife with the body of a goddess knew exactly how to take his hungry cock and he couldn’t see himself ever having enough of her.
Deeply anchored in her vulva he cuddled her, stroking her back, breasts and hips. She moaned and told him not to stop, told him how good that felt. Her warm, constricted opening was offered to him in love and trust and he could feel it, right to his bones. He kissed close to her earlobe and growled with pleasure when she promptly turned her face to his and met his lips in a kiss. Blake’s hips rotated energetically and she moaned against his mouth, her body shivering at the intense stimulation. They were both so close he could taste it. Pivoting slightly to the side, Kira reached her arm around Blake’s neck to deepen the kiss while her ass ground back against him. Blake became more conscious of the intensity of the pleasure that had his spine tingling. Her moist, hot pussy seemed to be sucking him deeper and deeper and he couldn’t hold back much longer.
They moved so well together it seemed almost choreographed. And they could both read each other so well, knew when the other was ready. Kira’s fingers clenched in his hair as she stayed turned to him while keeping him deep inside her. The movements of her pelvis became fierce enough to let Blake know just how close to the edge she was.
“How does it feel, baby?” he demanded, hips moving in steady lunges, unbreaking and filled with purpose.
“Full,” Kira gasped. “So full. I feel you, Blake. God, I feel you. Don’t stop; don’t ever stop. You make me so crazy,” she said in that throaty voice she had when she was about to explode. Blake felt her pussy walls contract around him and he groaned deeply.
“Now that’s what I want to hear,” he growled, half-biting on her lobe and making her screech. “But you know what else would sound better? If you told me you loved me. And meant it.”
Kira spasmed, the motion vibrating everywhere that he touched her. “Blake…”
“Only if you mean it, baby,” he said, rocking deep inside her. Making her cry out with every circular motion of his hips. “Only if it’s true. You do love me, don’t you?”
“You know I do,” she moaned. His fingers in her hair tugged gently down so that her face was arched back and she could look up at him.
“Then say it.” He stopped moving, lodged inside her and his cock pulsating along with her quivering pussy. “For me. I need to hear you say it.”
She writhed against him, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. “Blake, please.”
“You want me to move?” he asked and she wriggled some more in assent, whimpering as her beautiful brown eyes stared up at his face hovering over hers. “Say the words, Kira.”
She had to let go. He wanted her to free herself from all that pain and self-doubt that came from being afraid to give herself to him completely. He felt it every time they made love; knew that even as her heart and body soared with him, she still held something back. Blake understood and he told himself that all she needed was that push to give her the belief that she was worth it. That this was real.
Kira was silent. All he could hear was her breathing, shallow and fast. Blake stared into her face and saw the shimmer of tears as she bit on her lip. She had to let go, Blake repeated to himself as he waited with his chest tightening. He’d never meant to confront her with it but after all that had happened today, he wanted her to be free. And this was the only way. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that she loved him, but she needed to say the words.
“I…oh god,” she panted, and then shook all over. “Blake…I love you. I love you so much it consumes me. And it scares me so much.” The words ended in a sob, and Blake grabbed hold of her face and kissed her, tasting the salt of her tears and moaning deep in his throat.
As he began to move once more inside her, she said the words again and again, right into his mouth as their lips bumped sweetly. He pushed himself into her, his brain buzzing as she took over his senses; made him feel deluged by the passion only she had ever evoked to such proportions inside him. Her sweet voice rang in his ears telling him over and over how he made her feel until she was almost screaming it. Blake slid his hand over her hip to find that button at the apex of her thighs. Grinding himself into her, he rubbed on her clit in rhythm with his thrusting while his other hand pinched sweetly on her nipple. Three more strokes of his cock inside her and she unraveled.
“Blake!” She bucked against him, every muscle she had convulsing around him.
“Scream my name,” he groaned, hips moving faster and faster.
“Blake! Oh fuck, Blake!”
He’d never felt her come so hard. It was like being in a vibrating vice. He almost lost his mind. Her name was ripped from his throat in a roar as he spilled into her, erupting in a blast of pleasure. Her vaginal muscles milked every last drop of him and later he collapsed over her trembling body, clasping her tightly to him before he withdrew moments later.
By the time he gathered up enough strength to lift her in his arms and carry her to the bedroom, she was clutching tightly to his neck like she would never let go. He spread her over the sheets and she drew him close for a kiss that felt like a small taste of heaven. She pulled away to gaze up at him with eyes shining with emotion. “Thank you,” she breathed. “You’ve taught m
e so much. About love. About myself. I don’t want you to ever let me go.”
Grinning, he gently pushed the damp hair from her beautiful face that had the wonderful glow only expectant mothers could have. Blake cupped both sides of her head and placed his temple against her. “Oh no, my love. Definitely not ever going to let you go. I intend to ride this out to the end. Me, you and all the wonderful little patter of feet to come,” he vowed, and saw the answering smile break across her lips as she tugged him even closer for one more earth-tilting kiss…
Chapter Nineteen
Terrence parked his car in front of the newspaper building where he worked, whistling softly. He’d just returned from chasing an important breaking news story that had to be ready to make the morning edition the following day. He felt good knowing he would have it written up and on his editor’s desk in record time. Even better were the exclusive pictures he’d managed to get. By tomorrow the whole city would be buzzing about the latest celebrity cheating scandal with enough evidence to counter any denials or lawsuits.
Grinning, Terrence soon got to work at his desk in the half-filled newsroom. Once he was done, he’d meet a few pals for beers and steaks and have a blast. It was the weekend tomorrow and then he could really party; go to the club and hook up with something fine he could take home for the night.
It took barely an hour to have the article polished off. Terrence was about to hand it in when he was summoned into his boss’s office. His boss, Vernon Patterson or V.P. as he was known was a no-nonsense kind of employer in his late forties with a smoothly bald head who put in his time as much as the lowliest of staff. He was well respected by all and Terrence made it a point never to get on the older man’s bad side which he hadn’t so far. He hoped, added Terrence to himself, as he regarded Patterson’s cool, unreadable demeanor.
“Good work, Terrence. But don’t be running off just yet. There’s something I wanted to see you about.”