Loved by Lance-a-lot

by ChaShiree M.

  Loved By Lance-A-Lot

  ChaShiree M.

  Kinky Boo Publishing

  Copyright © 2019 by ChaShiree M.

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  Contents

  1. Araya

  2. Lansing

  3. Araya

  4. Lansing

  5. Araya

  6. Araya

  7. Lansing

  8. Araya

  9. Lansing

  10. Araya

  11. Lansing

  12. Araya

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Dedicated to Autumn. Lansing will see you now.

  1

  Araya

  “FUCK!! Baby slow down.” My fiancé, Lansing, says to me as I ride his cock like a bucking bronco. Or, as I like to call him when he is being sweet, ‘Lance-a-lot.’

  “Can’t slow down papi. It’s so good. Your cock is so big. Oh God!” I grab my nipples, shivering at the sensitivity. Ever since I have become pregnant, the simple brush of his knuckles against them can set me on fire.

  Smack.

  “I said slow down mi corazón. Don’t jostle my daughter being greedy, Ray.” Huh. He thinks smacking my ass is going to make me slow down. Wrong. Placing my hands on his chest, I bounce up and down, moaning as his cock hits my g-spot, rubbing against every inch of my pussy, keeping it wet and juicy. His mouth latches on to one of my nipples and I can’t help but squeeze my pussy around his pipe. His mouth, hot and wet, sucking my nipples while his hands roam my body is the second best feeling in the world. I say this out loud as I cum all around him. “Fuck! Shit!” Is the last thing he says before I feel him explode inside of me. Slumping down on top of him, my hands play with the hair on his chest as we catch our breath. I wait a second before asking him the question that has been on my mind for a while now.

  “Lance-a-lot, did you think we would be here, five months ago, having a baby and getting married when we first met?” I often wonder about this and never ask. It has been on my mind a lot, especially after having just spoke with my sister who has just gotten out of a yearlong relationship. I can’t help but be a bit concerned that maybe we rushed into this.

  “What did I tell you about calling me that?” He says as he smacks me on the ass once again.

  “It fits. Don’t you think?” I smirk knowing he can’t see my face yet. I know he hates it when I call him that.

  “You do know the knight in question was actually called Lancelot. Not Lance-a-lot.” he laughs at me tickling my side. I try, in vain, to regain my composure but I am extremely ticklish. When I finally catch my breath, I answer him.

  “I do know that, jerk. He was the best Knight of the round table. He won the most battles and lead the kingdom to many victories because he never gave up. Considering how you pursued me and wore me down; I think it fits. No?” He looks at me and smiles.

  “Indeed, it does baby.” he says. I smile back.

  “Now answer my question. Did you think we would be here?” I don't know why, but I need to hear him say it right now. Lately I have been dealing with a lot of doubt. Could be the hormones. The reassurances from him always make everything better.

  ” Yes, I knew it. When you walked into my office that day for the interview, I knew, without a shadow of a doubt,” he says rubbing my back.

  “How did you know? For all you knew, I was an awful person and would be shit at my job.” I pinch his side causing him to chuckle. I giggle. I love that his side is his ticklish zone.

  “First of all, your resumé told me that you would be amazing at this job, if not a bit overqualified. Second, when your smart-ass mouth started going, my dick got happy. That was the tell for me.” I roll my eyes at him. He is obsessed with my mouth and everything that comes out of it. Well to be honest, what goes into it as well. “What is really going on, baby? I thought we were done with all of the doubt?” I turn my head up and look at his face. Scrunched up and filled with concern, he looks down at me, rubbing my head.

  I understand his confusion. When I started working for his and Trim’s company five months ago, the tension between us was palpable. Almost immediately, I felt the desire between us sizzling. I tried to thwart it, by being a bitch and brushing him off, but he was persistent and sexy as fuck. Within the first week, he had me on my back on top of his desk, his mouth on my pussy and me screaming his name. It wasn’t until his cock filled my pussy and his mouth touched mine, that I knew, to the very core of my being, that he was my soulmate. I didn’t say it to him though. I learned very early in life to not trust others with my feelings, thanks to my parents. After that day, we were together every night and most of the time during lunch. After the first month, he began asking me to move in with him and at first, I said no. Then one day, while I was talking to my baby sister Vanessa on the phone, she said something to me that knocked some sense into my head. She said, “What would you do if tomorrow, something happened to him and you lost the opportunity to be happy? Don’t be so scared to get hurt, that you miss the chance to be happy.” I stood there, in my living room staring at the phone, because the thought that I might miss my chance to really be with him, was like a knife wound to the stomach. I thanked her, hung up the phone and drove to his house. When he opened the door, I blurted out I loved him and would love to live with him and the rest, as they say, is history.

  We moved in together the following weekend and a few days after that we found out I was pregnant. Given the dates from the doctor, it had to have happened that first time on his desk. Now here we are, happy, planning a wedding and having a baby, and I can’t help but feel that it is all going to be taken away from me. Sitting up, I look in his eyes, take a deep breath and just say it. “Are we crazy? I mean we barely knew each other a week before we started this. My parents were together thirteen years and they couldn’t trust each other. My sister just ended her relationship for infidelity among other things. What makes what we have so different?” As soon it comes out of my mouth, I regret it. Uh-oh. I think looking at the face of the man who owns me body and soul. When his nose starts flaring, I know I am in trouble. He flexes his abs and pumps his hips a bit, shooting a sensation straight through me, since he is still inside of me. I moan, biting my lip. The gasp leaves my mouth when he lifts me and turns me, my back landing on the bed. He slams inside of me again and leans into my face.

  “What did you just say to me?” Oh shit. This is going to hurt, in the best way possible.

  2

  Lansing

  The bullshit that just came out of her mouth has me seething. How could she, for one second, even think we are anything other than perfect for one another? With my cock still inside of her I lean into her face and wait for her to answer me. She bites her lip, as her eyes become moist and immediately, I feel my heart begin to beat, the love that is only for her and my daughter, thumping inside of me.

  “I’m... I’m sorry, Lansing. I love you so much. I just...sometimes I get scared that I am going to lose you. It all seems so easy and surreal sometimes.”

  “Baby, I get that. But when you say shit like that to me, it makes me want to fuck the faith back into you. Like now.” I pump my hips in and out of her pussy, her warmth, overheating from housing my kid, makes my body shiver as I bite the side of her neck.

  “Travis!” She screams as I lift her legs higher on my hips making sure to go deeper. I smile as my mouth mates with hers. I love it when she screams my first na
me. Her nails dig into my back as she meets my thrusts and we both begin to sweat, our mutual need for one another evident.

  “Don’t ever doubt our future baby. You feel this?” I ask her, placing her hand on her small, yet round, stomach where my daughter is doing her daily aerobics. She nods her head, her eyes glassy and barely open as I continue to slide in and out of her, shooting towards the finish line. “This is our future. You and our little girl mean everything to me. When you doubt that, you gut me. Do you get me baby?” I suck her neck into my mouth knowing this is one of her sensitive spots. When she shouts, “YES!!” and begins to shake, I know it’s time. Hell, I am barely hanging on as it is.

  “Good. Now cum.” I say before pinching her clit and biting her nipple as my seed shoots inside of her, coating her pussy in the cream that gave us our baby girl. I roll her back over on top of me, always careful of her stomach and rub her back.

  “I’m sorry, babe. I know what we have is special. I was just having a moment. These damn hormones are a mess.” She says kissing my chest.

  “I know baby. I just have to make sure you never forget.” She cheeses at me, her eyes twinkling as she allows her heart to shine through, making my heart melt like a pansy ass. We both look at one another and start laughing as we acknowledge that we now have to get up and go to work. We lay a bit longer, holding one another. My hands trace the flow of her tattoos. She has a flight of black butterflies on her chest leading from her heart up her neck. I asked her once, why they were black. I didn’t think she would answer, but the way she looked at me, broke my damn heart.

  “When my father left us, I was 13 and Vanessa was 10. I went from being this happy, lively girl to a shell of myself. I was basically dead inside. My mom, not that she was mom of the year or anything before he left, became worse, if you could believe that. She stopped making sure we ate, didn’t care if we bathed. She didn’t go grocery shopping or anything. She basically drank and stayed out all night, every night. When she was home, she was passed out. So, on my eighteenth birthday when I decided to be different, I wanted a reminder of who I didn’t want to be again. I couldn’t bring myself to get moths on my chest, so I opted for these black butterflies. I call them ‘zombie butterflies. They represent the part of me that had no light.” She told me this, so devoid of emotion, her eyes looking off into the distance. It was then that I knew, until I proved to her that I would never hurt her, she would always hold a part of herself back from me.

  Once we have showered, and gotten dressed, I walk her to her car, kiss her, and get into mine and head to work. I am more than surprised to see Trim, in my office when I get here. “Hey, did I forget a meeting or something?” I ask him, trying to remember if I forgot the schedule.

  “No. I was over here on this side of town picking up a rocking horse for the baby’s room and thought I would stop in and talk to you about a new location I would like to open up.” His wife Love is pregnant as well. She is a couple of months behind Ray. Though they have an older son named TJ.

  “New location. Great. Where?”

  “Savannah.”

  “I think that is an excellent spot. I was wondering when you were finally going that way. When were you thinking of meeting with the developers and property owners?”

  “I was kind of hoping you could do it next week. I would go myself, but Love is having a hard first trimester and I don't feel right leaving her here. I’m sure you understand.” I nod my head, knowing exactly what he means. Ray’s first three months were not the hardest, but they were not the easiest either. She was sick every morning, and horny as hell every night. The real problem was, she so sensitive to the smell of almost everything that what was morning vomiting could become nightly vomiting at any time.

  “That is fine. No problem. Plus, Ray’s sister lives out there, so I am sure if it is ok with you for her to miss Friday, she would love to go as well and see Vanessa.” She was just telling me a few days ago that she was worried about Vanessa and how she was handling the breakup. She said she needed to get out there and see her. She is going to love this.

  “That’ll work. Here is the information for the contractors and such. Martin has the contracts. Call me if you need anything.” We shake hands and he gets up and walks out of the room. I spend the rest of the afternoon talking and dealing with the insurance companies. By the time I look up, it is four in the evening and I am ready to go home. I have something special planned for her tonight. My cock is doing his own jig waiting for the night to come. Me too, buddy. Me too.

  3

  Araya

  “Araya, I need to get Kent Sampson on the phone.” Picking up the line, I dial the number to Sampson Enterprises. They have been wanting to sign a contract with us to become exclusive to our business for three years as the main security system to all of our businesses and investments. Trim has been reluctant because of their stance on foreign policy and their lack of support to the military. Trim and Lansing are both pretty unbudgeable when it comes to supporting the troops. I get it. They were both soldiers and did their best to serve our country.

  “Boss, I have Kent on line 2.” I tell him, before going back to the documents I have been assessing for him. I am about to finish up when my cell phone rings. Looking at the ID, I see my little sister Vanessa calling.

  “¿Hey chica, qué pasa?”

  “Nada. I’m just getting home from work and thought I would check on you and my niece. How’s the baby?” I rub my stomach and smile.

  “She is just fine. Busy as usual. Thank God the vomiting is over.” I say with a sigh. That was not fun.

  “I bet. How is Mister Perfect?” She always calls him that. She says ever since I moved in with him, I have not complained about him once. That she refuses to believe he doesn’t at least fart in his sleep. I laugh every time she says it. The truth is, anything he does I find hot as hell. I mean have you seen the man?

  “He is just fine, thank you. I lost it a bit this morning. I don’t know, could be hormones, but I think it is fear of becoming ...”

  “Like mom and dad.” My sister finishes for me.”

  “Yes. Like mom and dad.” I admit, taking a deep breath having gotten it out.

  “Ray listen to me. I have never seen a man look at a woman the way Travis looks at you. Dad never looked at mom like that. I only wish I had that love. Just go with it and allow it to become your life.” I hear the hurt mixed with wistfulness in her voice. She’s right. All our parents did was fight and drink. They never hugged us, told us they loved us. They didn’t parent us at all. I often wonder how I found the light and ability to be happy growing up before all hell broke loose. When my dad left, my mom drank herself into oblivion, never mind the fact that she has two children. We fended for ourselves until we both left.

  “You are right little sis. Enough about me. How are you hanging in there?” I can’t tell her I am happy about her breakup. I mean I know she knows that she can do better than him. He was an ass of the worst kind. He talked down to her, called her out her name and wouldn’t touch her. But he wanted no one else to have her so he strung her along. I couldn’t believe it when she told me after they had been together for over six months that she was still a virgin. I asked her about it, completely speechless, but figuring it was her not being ready. She looked at me, tears in her eyes and said he informed her he wasn’t yet ready to see her flab and cellulite. It took everything I had not to rip his fucking balls off. I tried telling her he was an ass and that she could do better. Needless to say, every time I saw him, I let him know how much of a piece of shit he was.

  “I’m ok. Just working. I have been spending a bit of time with Felicity.”

  “I am so glad you have a friend pumpkin. How is the shop going?” My sister invested in a tattoo shop called the Tattooed Vixen, owned by her friend Felicity. I was nonplussed at first, not sure if this was wise, but two years running, and I am more than impressed. The work they do for Breast Cancer survivors and such is amazing.

  “Than
ks. I am going there next week to finally get a tattoo. Felicity has been working on it for me.” Holy shit!! I don’t know what to say. I never thought she would get a tattoo. She has been scared of needles her whole life.

  “Holy hell, pumpkin. There is no way in hell I am going to miss that. If it weren’t for your niece in my belly, I would get one too. What day are you going to get it?”

  “I am going the Monday after the gala.”

  “The charity gala is next weekend?” I have been dying to go to this thing and see what it is really all about. The truth is, if it is as great as my sister says, I want to become an investor.

  “It is. It’s Saturday night.”

  “I am going to talk to Lansing. We will be there.” We hang up not to long after that and I begin putting stuff away. Once I make sure Trim doesn’t need anything else from me, I jump in my car and head home. Opening the front door, I stop before closing it. My mouth hanging open as my body begins to buzz. Standing in front of me, is the love of my life, in nothing but a towel. He is surrounded by orchids all over the room and nothing, but candles lit, setting the room in a blushing glow. I can feel my nipples hardening as they call for him. My pussy is swelling, filling with juice, my clit rubbing against my panties as my mouth begins to water.

  “Welcome home baby. Drop everything where you are and take off your clothes.” He doesn't have to tell me twice.

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