She began to ride his cock and he allowed her to set the pace, his hooded eyes concentrated on her ass. She rose up and down his length and he kept her body steady as he pumped inside her.
He moved one hand from its steadying position on her waist and buried his fingers in her dark, tight curls, manipulating her clit as she bounced on his dick, increasing her pleasure.
Candy turned back around, facing forward and closed her eyes. She inhaled a long shaky breath.
His hard, massively engorged penis eased between the cream-slick, plump lips of her vagina in smooth, easy glides.
She felt nothing but pure pleasure when he hit her clit, G-spot and every nerve ending just right pumping into her, jostling her body.
She opened her eyes and glanced down and the sexy picture of his hand buried in her dark, tight curls. The image provided a sensual visual that heralded the beginnings of an orgasm.
“This is real, so good, Candy. This is what lovemaking—” he paused and grunted, delivering several tight strokes to her streaming sex—“is supposed to feel like.”
The tub was perfectly sized so they were able to comfortably share the space as he fucked her.
“Yessss,” she hissed in agreement.
Forming a coherent thought and having the ability to actually speak amazed her as the sensuality, the sheer passion of the moment, overwhelmed her senses.
She clenched the edge of the tub tightly, her breath coming out in gasps. She rolled her bottom against him, writhing on his cock, and ground her body against his. Thrusting, bucking, they both strived for the ultimate release.
It didn’t take long.
“This is mine,” he grunted and thrust heavily into her desperately clenching sex. “Say it. Say it’s mine…you’re mine,” he demanded and Candy groaned, nodding her head in assent.
“Hell no, Candy. That’s not good enough. I want to hear you say it. Tell me it, and you, belong to me.”
“God, yes, Davis, Yes! Ummm, baby I’m yours, I’m all yours!” she moaned and cried.
“Good,” he replied, his voice harsh.
He pushed away from his reclining position against the back of the tub to sit upright and pumped tight strokes into her drenched cunt.
“By the time I’m through with you, your pretty pussy is going to be molded for me, and me only. You’re mine. Now come for me, baby. Come for me!” he demanded.
Candy screamed and came, grinding her body on his, moving and bouncing her ass against him as the orgasm overtook her, leaving her spent and depleted when it was over.
Davis lifted her body off his still-erect cock, and Candy thought he was done with her.
He wasn’t.
He eased his erect penis out of her milking walls. He rearranged her body and spread her ass cheeks before he poised the broad head of his penis against her tightly puckered anus.
Candy’s breath hitched in her throat. Damn…did he want to…
“May I?” he asked in an almost formal tone, so much so that Candy felt a desire to laugh.
“Do you trust me…do you want this?” he asked huskily.
“Yes,” she answered both questions in a low voice.
Her sex tightened in anticipation as he shifted her body. He adjusted her backside to his liking and rubbed his cock against her opening, moving her into a semi-kneeling position in front of him.
All desires to chuckle came to an immediate halt when he slipped one hand around her hipbone, and stroked the small bud hidden inside her tight, moist vaginal lips, and the other lifted her ass out of the water.
He placed two fingers deeply inside her vagina and scooped out her cream, lubricating his hand with her juices.
He uttered a sound of satisfaction deep in his throat and quickly spread the cream over her anus, preparing her for his invasion.
His thick penis probed at her opening, not moving forward, just playing with her, while at the same time his fingers spread the lips of her vagina, continuing to stroke her clit in short, tight circles.
Davis raised himself to his knees, aligned his dick with her opening, and pushed her against the side of the tub. Her small breasts lay sweetly on top of the rim of the tub, her ass tilted up and inviting. He groaned from the visual alone.
He leaned in closer to her, moved her damp hair aside and laid a small kiss on the side of her neck. She looked so damn beautiful, so hot and willing, ready for anything.
He tested her entry, wanting her creamy and ready for him. He knew that she’d just orgasmed and her sphincter would be relaxed. It would be easier for her to accept him, but he didn’t want to hurt her.
He gently pushed one lubed finger inside the puckered rosette and when she only moaned softly, and arched her back against the pressure, he pressed one more inside. He stopped when she cried out.
“Wait—” she whimpered, head hung low as she accepted him.
“Are you okay?” he whispered against her ear. He hadn’t come yet, his dick was on fire, yet he would wait until she was ready.
“Yes—okay, I’m okay,” she panted, her tone low.
With her assent, he pressed a third finger inside.
Again, she groaned harshly, but from the tone, he knew it wasn’t from pain.
Davis proceeded to rotate his fingers inside of her ass, easing the tightness of her opening, his dick rock hard and throbbing as he thought of how tight she’d feel wrapped around it.
Once she was sufficiently loosened, he eased his fingers out, and laid a kiss against the back of her neck.
“Baby, you’re tight, this may be a little uncomfortable at first, but stay with me, okay?” he whispered gutturally and clenched his teeth tight, when she whimpered.
He fed her his dick carefully, slipping the bulbous head inside, but not going any further when he felt her tight ring squeeze hard against his invasion.
He hoped the pain-pleasure would only last a short time, before it was all pleasure. But she needed to be completely relaxed for that to happen.
“But, it’s going to be good, Candy, so damn good,” he promised before he eased more of himself inside, one hand kept steady, manipulating her sex, the other braced against her hip bone.
Although he felt the tight inner muscles of her ass relax around him with each incremental inch he gave of his dick, she was so damn tight, gripping him so mercilessly, he knew he wouldn’t last long.
He kept their bodies close and slowly ground into her. His dick swelling to massive proportions, he felt her stretch and accommodate his length and girth.
She moaned and keened, crying out desperately and Davis slowly, carefully worked her ass.
He was relentless. He held nothing back as he fucked her. She screamed while he rode her, body shaking, arms quivering yet accepting his tight hard thrusts. But he didn’t stop.
He held onto her tightly and felt every shiver, every moan, her body naturally resisting his invasion as she bucked back against him…and when her pussy creamed all over his hand, and she cried out sharply in ecstasy, he knew she was no longer feeling any pain, it was all pleasure.
“Just feel, Candy and let it go,” he whispered and groaned huskily as he pumped into her, joining her in her moans of pleasure as he rode her ass.
Candy felt helplessly and sensually trapped beneath Davis’ big body. And she didn’t give a hot damn, it felt so incredibly good, what he was doing to her.
She’d tried sex this way only once and the experience had been anything but enjoyable, and she’d never been the type of woman to suffer in silence.
She’d promptly bucked the man off of her and despite his angry response she’d refused to allow his non-caring, rutting ass on her ever again.
Once had damn well been enough.
What Davis was making her feel was nothing like that onetime, horrid experience. He took care to make sure she was ready for him.
Although it had hurt like hell as he stretched her, the pain had eased and she’d felt herself cream as he rotated his fingers inside her, e
asing the initial burning.
But when he’d began to feed her his rock hard dick…damn.
The burning returned ten-fold and she’d tried her damnedest to get away from him. The pain forced her eyes to tear momentarily as she gripped the rim of the tub, her body on fire and shaking.
But quickly the burning receded and was replaced with hot, scorching pleasure. Her cry of pain turned into a purr of satisfaction as he worked her, fucking her so good she nearly fainted. The pleasure was so indescribable, so intense.
And damn if it wasn’t the best “working” she’d ever had.
He moved inside of her, gently, not pumping into her hard, only gliding his greased cock in and out smoothly with one hand buried inside her pussy.
Candy felt as though he touched all of the nerve endings in her body simultaneously, making them strum all at once. He played with both ends of her, stroking inside her ass with his cock as his fingers toyed with her pussy.
“Come for me, baby,” he whispered the demand against her ear, leaning closer. He bit the lower lobe of her ear, before suckling the small injury, and she shivered.
He’d told her she was his, demanded that she acknowledge his possession earlier, and without a doubt, Candy knew she did indeed belong to him. She gladly accepted his demand that she come.
Davis continued to stroke, pumping into her with short plunges, his grunts animal-like, before he released a primal shout, yet he didn’t come.
“Davis,” she cried out, her hands reaching blindly behind her to clutch at him, arching her body away from his. She felt the orgasm creep up on her, engulfing her. Her body shook with the power of her climax.
Candy came for so long, she felt as though she blacked out, momentarily, and when she came back to awareness, it was to feel Davis steadily pumping inside of her, until he too, came.
When Candy felt Davis release, his cum jetting from his body, she experienced a second orgasm along with him.
When she felt the heat of his seed erupt inside of her ass, her cries joined his in the purity of the moment of mutual release. Her vision blurred and she felt completely numb, the moment of pleasure was so intense.
The hiss of the dying candle, along with her long sigh of pleasure as he eased himself out of her, were the only sounds in the bathroom for long moments, until Davis spoke.
“You’re mine,” he said with such finality in his tone that, completely spent, Candy could only nod her head weakly, in affirmation.
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H e carefully removed her from his body and, after he stepped from the tub, he pulled her into his arms. Davis grabbed the fluffy white towel she’d laid out for him and after giving himself a cursory wipe down, folded her in the towel as he strode from the bathroom and walked into the bedroom.
Weak, Candy slumped down, limp as a dishrag against him as he carried her to her bed. After turning down the bedding, Davis laid her down.
He covered their bodies with the sheet after he lay down behind her. There was contented silence between them for long moments, until Candy cleared her throat.
“Davis, I know you said your wife wasn’t forthcoming about Angelica’s paternity,” Candy began, and he interrupted her.
“You mean she lied? Yes, what of it?”
Although she was uncomfortable with out and out asking him about his relationship, she knew that for Angelica’s sake, Davis needed to confront his feelings about what had happened, once and for all, if not for his own healing, then for his daughter’s.
She forged ahead, despite the forbidding tone of his voice.
“Obviously, Gail knew she was pregnant before she came back home,” she hazarded a guess and when she felt him murmur an assent, nodding his head, with a short motion, she continued.
“After you found out Angelica wasn’t yours, what happened?”
“She knew all along that Angelica wasn’t mine,” he began and Candy nodded her head to encourage him to continue.
“After Angelica was born, she told me she hadn’t been sure when she told me she was pregnant if the baby was mine, or a college boyfriend’s. I believed her, and although it was hard as hell in the beginning, I forgave her and we started to raise Angelica together, as though she were mine. I didn’t want to turn my back on them. They didn’t have anyone else besides her grandmother, who was elderly.”
“Her grandmother raised Gail, didn’t she?”
“Yes. I didn’t learn until later that she’d gone to her grandmother and told her she was pregnant…two weeks before she returned home from summer break,” he said and allowed his words to penetrate. When they did, Candy felt the color leave her face.
“She knew,” Candy whispered into the dead silence.
He gave a short, humorless laugh. “She knew. I overheard her having an argument with her grandmother, when Angel was two years old. In short, the man who’d fathered Angelica was nowhere to be found and wanted nothing to do with Gail, or the baby. It had all been a lie. She planned it as soon as he told her he hadn’t wanted to be with her.”
“Oh God, that’s awful. Why did you stay? Most men would have packed up and left,” she shook her head in amazement. “What you did was beyond honorable. That you stayed with her, after hearing a second lie which was so much worse than the first.”
“It wasn’t for any noble reasons, I assure you. Although I’d grown attached to Angelica, she was my child at that point, DNA didn’t have a damn thing to do with it. I wanted nothing to do with her mother. In my eyes, she was nothing more than a manipulative bitch, always playing a role with me, so genteel and conservative, butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth she was so pure…and I fell for her act, hook, line and sinker and felt all types of fools for having done so.”
Candy was silent and allowed him to speak, the anger so palpable she felt it reverberate from his body to hers. She wasn’t surprised when he rose from his position behind her and sat on the edge of the bed.
“She begged me to stay, if not for her, then for Angelica. She said she was sick. I didn’t believe her, I cursed her out and called her all kinds of liars, and told her I didn’t want her or her kid and left. Well, this time she wasn’t lying. A few weeks later, her friend Anita Watson—”
“Angelica’s school principal?” Candy asked.
“Yes. They’d been friends, if you can call it that, for years. At any rate she called and told me, weeks after I’d left, that Gail was in the hospital, that she had a malignant tumor and the doctors didn’t know how long she had.”
“Davis. Oh baby, I’m so sorry,” Candy felt saddened over the cruel twist of fate. “What did you do?”
He inhaled deeply. Candy didn’t think he was going to answer. Eventually he turned to face her, and in his face she saw anger, disappointment and overwhelming sadness, all swirling together in a kaleidoscope of jumbled emotions.
He swallowed, and hung his head. “I walked into the hospital room and felt trapped.”
“Trapped?”
“I had no plans to return to her or Angelica. Angelica wasn’t mine, I had no ties with her…I was a free man.”
“So why did you feel trapped?”
Candy’s heart, if possible, expanded even more, as his words sunk in. Whether he knew it or not, even before he’d come back, before he decided to reunite with Gail, he’d already accepted Angelica as his child, already loved her as his own.
“Hell, I guess why any man would feel trapped. I knew I couldn’t walk away from her, or Angelica. They needed me. That’s all there was to it. I couldn’t desert them. I’d feel like the biggest son-of-a-bitch on the planet earth, if I did.”
There was a pregnant pause as Candy digested all that he had shared with her.
“Davis, have you ever thought that it would be a good idea to share this with Angel?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder at him.
Candy watched as his once-content, sated expression changed, as his face tightened. The familiar guarded look returned and she wanted to scream out of sheer frustration.
“Look, I told you before, Candy, I don’t want to talk about that, not only to Angel, but consider the damn subject closed for you as well.” His anger and frustration were palpable.
He pulled away from Candy and sat up in bed. He threw his long legs over the side of the bed and reached down, grabbing the T-shirt he’d hastily discarded in order to disrobe.
After he pulled the shirt over his head, without a word he stood and walked bare-assed over to the pile of clothes lying in the middle of the floor. He unearthed his shorts and yanked them up his long legs before he turned back to face Candy.
The set look on his handsome face was so unapproachable Candy felt tears sting the back of her eyes.
As close as they’d gotten over the last month, as much progress as she’d thought they’d made with Angelica as well as each other, he still refused to allow her in, that last inch.
He was damn near obstinate in his tenacious hold on the past. It became clear to Candy, in that moment, as he stared at her, his expression tight and closed off, that Davis would never let go of the guilt he still carried like a heavy blanket.
He couldn’t deal with the guilt associated with Gail, the events surrounding Angel’s conception, or own up to the feelings of betrayal his dead wife’s duplicitous behavior had on his affection for Angel.
Candy understood that to do so would open up a flood of emotions, feelings and consequences that Davis wasn’t nearly ready to embrace.
But she felt she had to help him try.
She wanted so badly to help him understand all Angelica needed was for him to open up with her about her mother.
He didn’t have to disclose the more intimate things, but Angelica deserved to have Davis talk about her mother, to tell her things no one else would or could tell her, good things and not-good things Angelica was hearing through nasty gossip.
“I mean, on the one hand you pretend as though everything was good between you and her mother; you set her up as a woman who was nearly perfect. Yet on the other, you refuse to talk about her. And she hears awful things from her friends, things that have been blown up out of all proportion about her mother, and when she asks you about it, you refuse to talk to her about it, Davis! It’s one of the main reasons she’s having problems lately, Davis.”
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