by V Vee
Goddamn.
“Go on,” I urged, and she obeyed, popping the front clasp of her bra, and soon, that joined the rest of her clothing on the floor.
Fuck, she was gorgeous. A pagan goddess worthy of worship. Her elegant neck sloped down to delicate shoulders and large, firm breasts with their big, dark-brown nipples that filled my hands like they were created for them. With an adorable, round belly that gave testament to the fact that she’d carried my children, that she was a woman with curves, and toned, if thick, thighs and shapely legs, Parker was any man’s vision of a sensual, beautiful woman. And then there was the softest pussy between those thighs… The impulse to rush her and fall on her like a predator with its prey rode me hard. I wanted to take her in big, ravenous bites until this hunger for her was satisfied. But another, stronger longing reverberated in me, propelling me forward, shoving me to my knees in front of her. My arms wrapped around her, and I pressed my forehead to the smooth skin between her breasts.
The musk from her recent orgasm intertwined with her natural scent, and if any company could bottle the fragrance, they would make a killing at any perfume counter. It was sweet and alluring, a magical potion that in turn drove a man wild and made him want to genuflect in awe and reverence. And that was what I was to her, though she had no idea.
A devotee.
A worshipper.
Her hands tunneled through my hair and cradled my head. And that quick, lust amped up to compete with veneration. My hold on her tightened, and I turn my head, capturing a nipple between my lips. A shudder shook her, a moan drifting above my head. Her nails scratched my scalp, and I growled against her flesh, coiling my tongue around the stiff peak, and sucked. She released one of those sexy whimpers that have become my sexual currency, and I tugged on the tip, grazing it lightly with my teeth before drawing on it again.
“Logan,” she whined, bending over me, pressing her cheek to the top of my head. “Oh God, please. I need…”
I already knew what she needed. And switching to the other breast and licking the pebbled point, I eased a finger between her legs. Her hips bucked against my hand, a cry tearing from her as I traced a circle around her clit. The rich scent of her arousal was thicker, and my mouth watered for a taste. Giving her nipple one last suck, I trailed my lips down her stomach, pausing to dip inside her navel, then continuing down, nuzzling the thatch of damp curls, before replacing my finger with my tongue. Her choked scream was a symphony to my ears. Then I didn’t hear anything but the dull roar in my ears as I teased and lapped at that nerve-filled bundle of flesh.
I groaned into her sex, drowning in her flavor, the silken texture of her. I couldn’t help myself; I feasted on her. Suckled her, stroked through her folds, nipped the swollen lips sticky with the evidence of her arousal, lowered my head to plunge my tongue inside her. I was a starving man who’d pulled up to a table heavy with every temptation he’d ever craved. But I was still hungry. I slid a finger inside her, coating it in her wetness. I couldn’t resist a couple of heavy thrusts, my knuckles bumped against her folds. With a low cry, she widened her legs, giving my hand more room. But as much as I loved being inside her, I wanted something else, needed something else.
Following the path that connected her sex to her ass, I dipped between her crease and lightly trace the tiny entrance there. She stiffened, her hands freezing on my head. But I didn’t stop caressing her, letting her become accustomed to my touch on the place where I knew no man had ever been.
“Logan?” she whispered, a quiver in her voice.
My answer was to rake my teeth over that pulsing nub and suck even as I drenched my finger in her wet heat again and returned to her ass. This time, I pressed, not entering but firmly resting my fingertip there. Her hips rolled against my mouth, a steady stream of mixed whimpers and muted screams escaping her. I refused let up, tormenting her clit with my tongue, so when I did slip my finger into the constricted ring of muscle, she only tensed up a little, and her cry of pleasure only contained a hint of pain.
I held still, didn’t slip any farther into the channel, but I didn’t let up on her pussy. I tongued it hard, granting her no mercy. And as she emitted a long, rumbling moan that had me throbbing, I pushed deeper into her.
She exploded.
She quaked against my face, riding it, her legs trembling, her torso curling over my shoulder. Between the clench of her ass, the pulsing of her clit, and her gasping sobs, I could have come right there, kneeling on her bedroom floor, my face buried in the closest to heaven I’d likely ever get near. As her quaking ebbed into shivers, I finally lifted my mouth from her, fighting the urge to dive back in, to make her come again.
And again.
Maybe she sensed the struggle within me, because she weakly pushed at my head. I gave in, but only because if I didn’t get inside her right that minute, I was extremely afraid my dick might just grow sentient and rise up to kill me. I straightened, with Parker over my shoulder in a fireman’s carry. Crossing the short distance to the bed, I laid her on it, my cock cursing even that amount of time.
Next time we’ll fuck her against the balcony door. I promised the dark red member that spurt out another stream of precum.
Her lashes fluttered closed, her chest still rising and falling quickly, but her body was loose, relaxed. Grabbing a fistful of my T-shirt, I jerked it over my head and dropped it to the floor. My jeans and boxer briefs quickly joined it and I tossed them on the bottom of the mattress. As I approached the bed, Parker’s eyes opened and met mine. A heat shimmered there, one that reflected the flames licking at me from the inside out. Wrapping my fingers around my length, I squeezed it, both easing and heightening the ache. My balls drew up, but I willed the looming orgasm back from the crumbling edge. I circled her slender ankle, then stroked my palm up the length of her leg until my fingertips grazed the flesh I’d just devoured.
Her breath caught, her back arching, those beautiful breasts rising toward the ceiling. I tightened my grip on my cock, the flash of pain momentarily clearing my head, shoving the lust back just enough that it kept me from climbing on top of her, burying myself in her, and putting us both out of this beautiful misery quickly, like a motherfucking animal. I lifted a knee to the mattress, leaned over her, splayed my fingers over her stomach and glided that hand up her soft stomach, between her breasts, and around her throat. She stared at me, that same fire that was always in her chocolate gaze whenever I choked her slightly growing hotter and darker.
And when I exerted the slightest pressure, just the slightest, the flames grew deeper. She liked it—she always had—the control, the hint of roughness, the dirtiness I displayed when we were in bed together like that. Suddenly, my fist around my cock wasn’t enough to hold back the conflagration of lust threatening to consume me. I needed to be inside her, that slick, tight, wet, almost bruising embrace locked around me.
“Roll over, baby,” I rasped, and with a grasp of her hip, helping her flip. She went up to her hands and knees without further prompting, that big, perfect ass of hers in the air, the swollen, glistening folds visible and a lure to dive back in and lose myself once more surged within me. I growled as I twist my fist in her hair, savoring the silken caress of her relaxed hair.
“Logan.” Parker glanced over her shoulder. “Please. Fuck me.”
The request was gasoline poured over a ten-alarm fire. Scattering kisses down her spine, I circled the base of my cock, aligned it with the entrance to her pussy…and sank inside.
Slowly.
Steadily.
Until I was surrounded by her. Branded by her. Once more owned by her.
I clenched my jaw, preventing myself from weeping like a little bitch at how amazing my woman felt surrounding me, as I pulled free of her body, dragging through her muscular walls that clutched at me, as if trying to prevent me from leaving her. When only the head remained just inside her, I pushed back in, groaning. Pleasure struck at the base of my skull, sizzling down my spine, and culminated like a
n electrical storm in my balls.
One stroke.
One goddamn stroke, and I was so mother fucking ready to blow, I was shaking with the need to release. It was like soaking the lower half of my body in a hot tub while simultaneously being dunked headfirst in the coolest, most welcoming pool. Her back arched, head thrown back, all that hair stuck to her damp skin. I should have closed my eyes, because looking at her would have had me filling her tight pussy with the next thrust.
But I couldn’t. Not when I’m hoarding every second of this for when I have to leave again. For those moments when I had to return to duty, and she was back here in the States. When I was alone, with only my hand and memories for company.
Abandoning her hair, I clasped her hips, and plunged deep. Over and over, I drove into her, savoring each plunge, each suck of her flesh releasing and welcoming me, each cry that broke on her lips, each shudder that coursed through her. I shifted my hands lower, cupped her ass…spread the cheeks, exposing the tiny hole I teased earlier.
Just like before, it lures me, and I want inside of it so fucking bad. Dipping a finger to where we’re connected, I slid it through her soaked folds, and drew the drenched tip around the entrance. Unlike last time, I don’t wait, but slipped it inside. Again, she stilled, tensed, pausing mid-stroke so only half of my shaft was buried inside her. Her harsh, loud pants echoed in the room, and I continued to press forward, inching more and more of my finger in her ass.
“Relax, baby,” I murmured, damn near choking on the groan as I slowly filled the narrow channel. It was so small, so tight, I would have had to work to stretch it so she could take me. My hips jerked at the thought, shoving more of myself inside her. She keened, low and deep, and electrical charges tripped through me, marching up and down my spine, lighting me up. “Relax and push back against my finger. You can take me, just like before.”
Her head dropped forward, her hair a dark curtain over her shoulders and hanging around her face. She did as I instructed, shifting backward, taking my cock and my finger. Watching it, I was like a horse with blinders, unable to look away, completely focused on the sight of me sinking into both entrances.
Fucking hell, how did I go so long without this. Without her?
I flexed my hips, thrusting into her, and pushed the rest of my finger deep into her. Her scream rebounded off the walls, and the piercing sound shattered my control. I fucked both parts of her again and again, riding both her pussy and ass hard. And she took it, fucking craved it, if the way she backed into me, harder, faster, her sobs damn near incoherent, were any indication.
I shifted my free hand from her hip, swept it down her lower belly and between her legs, seeking out and locating her clit. One stroke, two, over the bundle at the top of her sex, and her slick muscles clamped down on me.
“Fuck!” I growled just as she came, shaking, crying, her walls rippling around me, milking me. I dropped down over her, pressing my chest to her spine, my palms bracketing her head. My hips snapped back and forth, pounding into her, taking, claiming…
My orgasm barreled through me, snatching the air from my lungs, goddamn nearly blinding me. It was pleasure, agony, ecstasy. An abyss that I catapulted myself into like an Olympic diving champion… or a suicide jumper. And as I sank to the mattress, my arms wrapped around this woman who I craved and loved more now than I had four years previous, fuck if I can tell which one I’d become. I just knew one thing.
I would die before I let anyone take this from me.
Chapter Nine
The Bar Fight
Logan Steele
2019
I couldn’t believe I’d let Kynan and the rest of the guys talk me into going to the bar. Granted, Parker had agreed to come with us, letting Noelle and Holly go and spend the night with her friend Rachel’s kids and her NFL husband, but still…
I’d much rather be at home filling Parker’s tight hole with my cum again.
When the unattached, single guys began to laugh and tease those of us in the group who were in committed relationship, I simply clutched Parker tighter to me. My heart swelled when she sighed and sank into my embrace. This right here was heaven.
“I’ll be right back,” Parker breathed, pressing her lips against the curve of my jaw. I clenched my teeth as I swallowed back my growl. Where the fuck did she think she was going? She was wearing a thin, green sweater dress, that stopped mid-thigh. I wanted her by my side, where no fucking asshole could get any ideas.
When she giggled, I looked down, quirking my eyebrow.
“You look like you’re about to attack every man in this bar.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m just going over to the bar,” she told me, placing a light kiss on my lips.
I nodded and released her; my gaze trained on her plump ass as she went.
“Fucking hell, Loge. I thought I was sprung, but your woman got your nose wide open,” Duane Hall, one of my friends who’d served with me, said with a chuckle.
I looked over at him and gave him an assessing stare. “Aye, don’t be checking out my woman though,” I warned him.
Duane shrugged. “I mean, I just feel bad for my sista, right? I mean… she’s only had white boy dick. Maybe I should show her what she’s been missing.” He laughed and though I knew he was just joking; I had the insane urge to pummel one of my closest friends into the floor of the bar.
Before I could decide on what I was going to do, Kynan caught my attention.
“Hey, Loge. Who the fuck is that pushing up on your woman?”
I turned and saw a tall, blond man, wearing, of all things a Confederate shirt, one arm on the bar as he talked to Parker. My woman. But when he reached out to stroke a finger along her arm, my vision went red. I hadn’t realized that I’d let out a loud roar and jumped across the table, grabbing him and snatching him away from Parker until I felt the flesh of his neck in between my fingers and heard his gasps filling my ears sounding like a goddamn R&B love song, it was so sweet.
I tightened my fist around the other man’s throat, leaning closer to his red face, with tears streaming down his face as he gasped for breath.
“Back. Off. She. Is. Mine,” I snarled, before tossing him across the room.
Seconds later, a fight broke out.
And thirty minutes after that, the cops showed up.
Parker Leon
2019
I dare any woman out there who is attracted to men sexually to say that they weren’t a little turned on when their man fought for them. When they got a little jealous. When they were willing to risk life and limb in order to make sure that no one tried to take you away from them. Oh, I’m not talking Investigation Discover ™, husband killing his wife or her lover, in order to make sure no one tried to take her away from him.
I’m talking getting all up in a mother fucker’s face and letting him and every other asshole in the area know that you belonged to him. That he was putting it on you on the regular. That he was the one who made your legs weak. Made your mouth water. That your pussy only got wet and came for him.
What? It’s only me. Whatever heifers.
Anyway, I was turned on like a fucking horny cow, just mooing all over the damn place when Logan roared like a lion and attacked the asshole who thought he had the freedom to put his hands on me. And when he lifted that scumbag up into the air like he weighed nothing?
Okay bitches, yes, my fucking panties were soaked.
Even when he tossed him like yesterday’s trash, I was panting like a bitch in heat.
But when the fight broke out among almost every guy in the bar?
Well, let’s just say this kitty went from being drenched to being dry as the Sahara in a flash.
Then when the police showed up? I was trying everything I could to drag Logan out of the back of the bar with me.
The worse part was when the police came directly over to Logan and asked him questions. When one of them pulled out a pair of handcuffs I began trying to think of how I was going to explain to our daughters
why daddy’s face was on the television as having been arrested in a bar brawl the night before.
But before I could, Logan was shaking hands with the police officers and thanking them for their prompt arrival and their service.
What. The. Fuck?
I wanted to ask but I couldn’t. Logan grabbed my elbow and gathering his friends he ushered us all out of the bar. I kept opening my mouth over and over again to ask questions, but I could never find the right words.
All I knew was that the next day was Christmas Eve, and I had to wrap presents and get them under the tree before my girls found them. Maybe for Christmas Santa would deliver a solution to my problems with Logan, because between him just showing back up in my life, the German who was looking for him, and my own feelings for him returning with a fierceness that even surprised me, I was going to need a miracle that only that jolly, white-haired, fat man could bring.
Chapter Ten
Christmas Eve Confessions & Promises
Parker Leon
2019
Christmas Eve
I was so angry I just knew that every step I took, I left behind ash from my flaming footsteps.
After getting in a fight at the bar the previous night, and almost being arrested, a naïve person would have expected Logan to be contrite. To be humble. To take a step back to reevaluate his life. But noooo… not the father of my children. Not the man who said he wanted another chance with me.
Not the man who said he wanted to love me forever.
Instead, I’d gotten up that morning and found Logan outside in my backyard with his friend, Kynan, the two of them snarling, hissing, and spewing profanities like they were fucking animals as they replayed the events of the night before. They were talking as if they had every intention of finding the guys they’d fought and get into another brawl with them.
