Cream-Pied (DTF (Dirty. Tough. Female.) Book 2)

by Kat Addams

  “Fiancée,” I breathed out and into his lips. He tasted like whiskey. “Weston! Do you have alcohol you aren’t sharing?” I sat up on my elbows as he leaned back and took a flask from his pajama pocket.

  “I needed a drink tonight. It’s my dad’s flask. I have known where he hides it since I was a boy.”

  He unscrewed the cap and handed it to me. I took a long, slow swig and let the fiery heat wash over me.

  “That is some good stuff.” I groaned, taking an even bigger swig before handing it back to him. “Now, where were we? Oh, yes. You need to get to know your wife.”

  “Fiancée,” he said, taking a sip of the flask and leaning over to set it on the nightstand.

  I could barely see his body in the dark room, but I felt the bed jostling enough to know that he was undressing.

  He swung his leg around and wiggled out of his onesie. “Too bad these damn things don’t have a front flap. Would make this easier.”

  “For you.” I grinned. “I’m going to stay in my warm pajamas and just …” I rolled over on my stomach and reached behind me, unbuttoning the flap covering my ass.

  “Fuck,” he said as I pushed my ass into the air.

  “Shh! It’s bad luck to fuck before the wedding. Your ma might here!”

  “Oh, please don’t mention her when I’m staring at the most delicious thing in the world.”

  He leaned down and bit my left ass cheek hard, causing me to gasp. He pulled my hips up and into his face, licking every inch of me from behind. My clit throbbed hard with each flick of his tongue before he slid it straight into my dripping pussy. I bit the corner of my pillow.

  Damn! Goofball Weston has a wild side in him too.

  My inner thighs were already soaked when he paused and ripped open a condom before quickly returning to my bare ass in the air.

  He came in here, prepared for this! That little weasel!

  I grinned into my pillow as I felt his cock rub against my ass. “Warmer,” I whispered as he slid himself through the opening of my pajamas and all the way down my slit. “Much, much warmer.”

  He teased my pussy, barely sticking the tip of his cock inside.

  “Hot!” he groaned, pushing himself in deep and rough. Really, really rough.

  My hands slid out in front of me and gripped the bedsheets as his thick cock stretched me out so much that I’d have a hard time walking tomorrow.

  “You like that, don’t ya?” I egged him on, wincing with a good pain each time his dick hit my cervix. I pushed my hips back into him, wanting more.

  “You have no idea,” he muttered, rising to his feet and squatting behind me while still keeping his dick inside.

  He leaned over me, placing his palms under my chin and tilting my head back as he slammed into me. His thumbs slipped inside my mouth. I bit down on them to keep from groaning.

  This was a move even I’d never done before. Sure, I had fucked from the back plenty, but not with a man jabbing me from behind while maintaining his balance on his feet. I had no idea how this giant man was doing it, but he sure as hell was doing it and doing it so damn well.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I groaned as we bounced on the bed. My hand slipped under my waist as I circled my clit through my onesie.

  “Shh …” He covered my mouth with one of his hands and left the other tilting my neck back.

  He slowed his pace, slamming into me harder. My cervix would ache tomorrow, but I loved that. I wanted to feel my man the next day and relive these steamy moments.

  “You’re giving it to me so damn good, Weston. I love the way your big cock feels inside me. Don’t stop. Please. Don’t stop. I need it.” I bucked my hips against him harder, trying to make up for his slower pace. I wanted it fast and hard. I needed it fast and hard.

  “Whoa, whoa, whoa. I can’t … I—”

  “Give it to me, baby! I’m going to pull that hot cum out of you. It’s mine. Oh! Weston, Weston, Weston …” I moaned his name as he covered my lips with his palm again and grunted, burying himself inside of me.

  My body convulsed, my hips wiggled, and I bit his palm until I tasted blood. I came harder than I’d ever come in my entire life. I throbbed on his cock as he let go of my neck and cried out, gripping my hips and pulling me into him. I looked behind me just as his knees began to wobble, and he fell over. His cock stuck straight into the air with the condom barely hanging on. It looked like a white flag of surrender.

  I rolled over onto my back, unable to catch my breath. Weston was breathing like he had just run a marathon or like we’d fucked like rabbits, which we had. And it was damn amazing.

  “I have no idea where you learned all that, but you blew my mind, Weston,” I said between breaths.

  “It was that dirty talk you did. That sent me into overdrive! I love that filthy mouth of yours. Please feel free to talk to me like that anytime.” He sat up on the bed. “Be right back. Let me, erm … clean up.”

  “You’re going out there, naked?”

  “I’ll be quiet and back in no time.”

  It was less than a minute before he was back between the sheets with me.

  “It seems like you’ve had to do that before. Sneaking around and all,” I whispered as he spooned into me.

  “Maybe a few times … as a teen. Never as a grown man. That whole secrecy and being quiet though certainly adds to a new level of sexiness. I thought sex with you would be exciting, but between having to be quiet and your dirty talk, I was mind-blown. How was it for you? What you expected?”

  “Much, much more than I’d expected. You surprised me. For some reason, I’d thought you’d be more … innocent in bed. More vanilla. Maybe just missionary for the first few times.”

  He gasped, pulling me back into him tight and nibbling my ear. “I’m more reserved outside of the bedroom, but I do have handcuffs and a blindfold in my closet. Maybe, you know, if you ever want to swing by my place, me and my boy Dan can show you the ropes. Literally. I have those too. Four-poster bed and all. That is, if you like that sort of thing.”

  “Wait a minute.” I switched to my other side, facing him. “You are into BDSM? You like to tie chicks up? Are you into dominating?”

  He stroked the hair from my face, pausing to lean down and kiss me. “Only if you’re comfortable with it. It’s not something I have a lot of experience with, but when I have done it, I’ve enjoyed it. But … don’t let that scare you off. I—”

  “Fuck yeah! I love that shit! Wow. Weston Banks has a closet full of ropes and goodies. Do you have a ball and a gag? That is something I’ve not tried, but I desperately want to!” I clasped my hands under my chin, suddenly more attracted to this giant goofball than I’d ever been.

  “Nope, but I’m sure I can get one off Amazon in a day or two. Consider it on the way.” He kissed my forehead and smiled.

  “I’m down. As long as you still want to see me once the shit hits the fan with Wes and Kristy. Do you think I should just go in the morning? Sneak out and miss it all? What do you want to do?” I asked.

  “I want to fall asleep beside you and not worry about any of it until the morning.”

  “First of all, your mom will wake up early and catch us. Second of all, you have to be prepared!”

  “I am prepared. I love you as my fiancée, no matter your job or whatever you do. Does that bother you though? People knowing you’re a stripper?”

  “Hell no. I don’t give a damn about my reputation. All I care about is surviving a happy and peaceful life and spreading that positive energy shit into the world. I just don’t want our lie and my life to screw yours up.”

  “Nothing—absolutely nothing—about you is going to fuck my life up. I’m not that type of fake husband. I’m proud to have my fake wife by my side. As for the other, you can set your alarm for four. I’ll sneak back out then. We will be good. Remember, I’ve done it all before.” He rubbed my shoulder and leaned forward to kiss the tip of my nose.

  “Fiancée,” I whispered, reaching fo
r my phone and setting the alarm.

  “Oh, right. Fiancée. Fake fiancée. We’re not married yet.” He sighed.

  I bopped Dan before resting my head on Weston’s chest and falling asleep.

  “Rise and shine!” Ma’s voice called from the bottom of the stairs.

  “Shit! Did the alarm not go off?” I whispered to Weston, who was sleeping facedown into a pillow. I rolled him over. “Hey! How can you even breathe like that? Get up! Your mom is here!” I shook him awake.

  “What? Huh?” Weston groaned.

  “Breakfast is on the table! It’s getting cold. I’m not walking up them stairs this morning after my partying last night! Git down here!” Ma yelled.

  “Shit! She’s up. What time is it?” He rubbed his eyes.

  “Seven!” I said, checking my phone.

  “I guess I wore us out last night. Was I dreaming, or did you and I do it four times?”

  “Not a dream. Very much real. You kept waking up and nudging me, and, well, I couldn’t resist. I’m not sure I can walk this morning, but we’ve got to get down to breakfast and do any damage control that might come up. Remember, your stripper fiancée?”

  “Fuck my brother and Kristy,” Weston said, rolling off the bed. “I have some information up my sleeve if they decide to pull any crap.”

  “Oh, really? Okay. Hopefully, you won’t need to use it. Just be careful, Weston. Don’t play with fire. You want this. This is your life goal. Come on, don’t give up now.” I slowly pulled myself off the bed. The ache in my thighs made me cringe as I hobbled to the dresser mirror and checked that I didn’t have any bite marks on my neck. “Eyes on the prize, buster!” I glanced back at him before heading downstairs, clutching the rail with each step.

  Weston followed behind me, wincing with each step he took too.

  “What’s the matter?” I giggled. “Too many squats on your leg day? Feeling that muscle soreness?”

  “Never. I don’t tire out. I’m a machine,” he said, his voice shaking just as much as his legs.

  “Sure, sure. Weston Banks, the machine.”

  I hooked my arm around him, shuffling into the kitchen. Weston’s brother and Kristy were already seated.

  “Look who finally decided to join us! My dearest brother and his super sweet fiancée. They are just the most darling, innocent-looking couple. Wouldn’t you say so, Kristy?” Wes smiled as I gently lowered myself into the chair.

  “They make a beautiful couple. Now, eat your food.” Ma’s voice was harsh. She walked back to the kitchen counter.

  “Can I help with anything?” I asked, lifting myself back up to do anything I could for her. “Are you okay? You look like your feet hurt.”

  “No, no. I’m fine. About to sit down myself. My feet are just sore from last night’s dancing, is all. I haven’t danced like that in a long time.”

  “Dancing?” Kristy asked. “I must have been so busy eating all that good food that I didn’t see you out there on that dance floor! I bet Nikki here did though. She loves dancing. Did you show her any of your moves?”

  The grin that played across her lips made my stomach tighten. Mean girls. That was what she was. She was playing the game too, trying to help out Wes. There was no way she was his girlfriend. I could see it in their body language. She couldn’t stand him. I wondered how much he was paying her and if she genuinely worked at Pee-Pee’s. She had told me that bullshit story of how’d they met after helping that old lady across the street, but something was fishy, and two could play her blackmail game.

  “I didn’t have a chance to show her. But I’m sure she has her signature moves. She doesn’t need my input. What about you? How did you guys like the band? Planning on hiring one for your wedding? I’d love to talk about weddings with you! Tell me about what y’all are planning.” I stretched a napkin across my lap and reached across the table, grabbing one of Ma’s famous cinnamon rolls.

  “Yes, let’s hear about this wedding!” Ma agreed. “Both of them!”

  “Like how much they’re going to cost,” Westy muttered.

  “Hush you! You only get married once. Well, in our family. You choose the right one and make it work. Isn’t that right, honey?” Ma leaned over and patted Westy’s shoulder.

  “Yes, dear,” he answered. “And that is lesson one in husbandry: always respond, Yes, dear, and things will be fine.”

  “I don’t think that word means what you think it means, Westy, but that’s beside the point.” Ma shook her head.

  “Husbandry? What else would you call it? I’ve heard that word before somewhere,” Westy continued.

  “Never mind, you. It’s not being a husband. Lord help us.” Ma blew out a breath. “You two, spill the beans on the weddings. I’ve got some ideas in mind too. It’s my boys’ only wedding, and I don’t want to be a meddling mother-in-law, but there are some traditions I’d love to see them follow. So, go.”

  Kristy looked back and forth from Wes to Ma. “You go first, Nikki!” she spit out.

  “I’d love to. Well, Jean, I know we’ve been secretive about the wedding date, but we weren’t sure how you’d feel about it, so we were hesitant to say anything. However, after getting to know you more, Weston and I are excited to say that we want to get married on your anniversary. We know it’s a little ways away since y’all just celebrated, but will you let us share your special day with you?” I scooted my chair next to Weston, who was either genuinely smiling or had the best poker face I’d ever seen.

  “Oh my word! Yes! That is the sweetest, isn’t it, Westy?” Ma clasped her hands under her chin and grinned. “You two following in our footsteps. I’m sure it’s because Weston told you we did the same with his parents? That date has been in the family for generations.”

  “That is exactly why I wanted to grab it first!” Weston said, smiling at his brother.

  I had no clue how that little lie had come together perfectly, but I gripped my crystal necklace and said a mental prayer to whoever was watching out for us.

  “What else can you tell me?” Ma beamed at me.

  “We’d like to get married here, on the farm. I know how much work it is to throw a party, and I don’t want you to worry about a thing! We would have that all taken care of,” I said, staring at Weston instead of Ma. I hoped my gaze silently communicated that I needed his help in this.

  “Yep. We’ll hire the caterers, cleaning crew, and all that. We’d like it out by the creek if possible. I’ve been thinking about building one of those arbors to overlook that area and make it nice. Hoped Dad could help with that.” Weston scooted his chair closer to me and threw his arm around my shoulders.

  “That sounds perfect!” Ma bounced in her chair.

  “Yep, sounds so perfect. That’s my brother—always perfect,” Wes sneered.

  “Is that jealousy I sense, Wes? You know I love you and think you are perfect too! Tell me about your wedding plans.” Ma leaned forward in her chair, waiting on Weston’s brother to answer.

  “Well, we originally planned on your wedding date too. But I guess that’s taken now,” Kristy said. Her lip downturned into a pout.

  “Nonsense! You can always have a double wedding. Only if that is okay with the brides. Maybe y’all will have babies at the same time, too, and I can have more grandbabies to love!” Ma said.

  “I don’t mind sharing!” I said. “The more, the merrier! I’m sure Kristy and I would get along just fine.”

  “Of course.” Kristy blinked.

  “Perfect. Hey! You never told Weston the story of how y’all met. Can you tell it again? It’s super sweet,” I said, crossing my legs and leaning back in my chair.

  Kristy’s cheeks flushed pink. “Oh, you know. A typical day, helping an old lady across the street. That’s not very interesting. What about you? Did you meet Weston where you work? Where is it do you work again?”

  “She works at a restaurant, don’t ya, love?” Ma patted my knee.

  “Oh, right. Do you serve clams? Hot and steamy
ones.” Kristy smiled at Wes, who grinned right back at her.

  Weston’s jaw muscle twitched as I watched his long, bony fingers slowly curl and uncurl into a fist. “I did meet her at work. She works for The Pink Taco Truck and also works as a dancer at The Steamy Clam. She also volunteers to help at-risk youth. She’s the most wholehearted, exciting, caring, and gorgeous woman I’ve ever met, and I’m damn lucky to have her in my life.”

  My heart plummeted into my stomach. Weston had had to go and play hero and destroy his chances of Westworld—for me.

  “The Steamy Clam?” Ma’s brows pulled together as she looked from me to Weston. “You’re a stripper?”

  “I am on the side. My main job is with my best friends, working The Pink Taco Truck, but I dance on the side for extra cash. I fell on hard times and needed the cash to pay off some debts. Luckily, the staff at The Steamy Clam took me in and showed me the ropes. Weston has supported me fully one hundred percent in making my own independent choices to be who I am and get to where I need to be. It’s me who is damn lucky to have him in my life,” I said those last words carefully while staring straight into Weston’s eyes. I saw Dan tremble slightly and knew Weston was about to tear up.

  “Ma? Are you okay?” Weston said.

  The silence that fell on the table was deafening.

  “You’re dating a stripper! Of course she’s not okay!” Wes cried.

  Weston stood up, knocking his chair back. “Do you have a problem with my fiancée? Because we can talk about yours and how she is some woman you met on a sugar-daddy website and how you’re paying her to act like your fiancée. Her name isn’t even Kristy. It’s Kristen.” He pointed his finger at his brother.

  Kristy’s eyes bulged. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. Kristy is short for Kristen!” she groaned.

  “Oh, yeah? Check it out. Pulled straight from SugarDaddio-dot-com!” Weston pulled a piece of paper from his back pocket and unfolded it before throwing it on the table.

  I raised my eyebrows. I wasn’t going to touch that piece of paper. Weston’s word was enough for me, and besides, I wasn’t a drama llama.