My Mom's Fiance: A Dark Bad Boy Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  “Marie, you’re not old,” I said forcefully. “You’re perfect, you’re a woman, it’s life.”

  She shot me a wobbly smile.

  “I know,” she replied softly, “it’s just that I’ve never heard it so clearly. I know I’m almost forty, but that dude threw it in my face, like it was a huge liability.”

  And I snorted then.

  “Who cares? That geezer was seventy if he was a day, and he’s got an evil mouth, he thinks his money lets him get away with anything. What he said wasn’t true,” I continued forcefully, “you’re not old, you’re perfect, you’re amazing, I adore you.”

  And I stopped short myself then. Had I just said “adore”? Oh shit, that was weird. But even as the word left my mouth, I knew it was true. Because in my own way, I adored this woman, absolutely worshipped her, was putty in her hands, in her arms at night.

  And although Marie smiled gently at me then, her eyes were still a little sad.

  “I know, Trent, I know,” she said softly. “But there was truth in his words, and that’s why they stung. I am old, I’m older than you, a lot older in fact. You’re my son’s best friend, we’re not exactly peers,” she said with a wry smile.

  And my hand on her arm grew tighter then because I had to make her see, had to make her realize that I didn’t give a fuck, that the world didn’t give a fuck. When you find someone who’s right, it’s a miracle no matter what. So I looked her straight in the eye and told her my truth.

  “Marie, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, and the sex between us is crazy good,” I rumbled in a low voice. “The best I’ve ever had in fact, and I’ve had a lot.” It was the most I could offer at the moment, I didn’t know how to disentangle the feelings knotted in my chest, couldn’t figure them out myself even. So I went back to what was absolutely good for us, what we knew worked like clockwork. The physical.

  The brunette smiled at me slowly, a real smile, brown eyes growing warm, her hand lightly tracing my cheek, moving to caress my jaw.

  “I know, Trent, it’s the best I’ve ever had too,” she confessed, cheeks slightly pink. “But maybe it’s good that this is just a one-week thing, because you belong with someone else. Someone, I dunno, younger, fresher, closer to your age. I’m someone’s mom already. Maybe this way it’s for the better, this way we’ll both move on easier, forget each other that much sooner.”

  My heart pounded painfully hearing those words, a loud rushing sound in my ears, deafening, like the world was crashing in. Because I understood what she was saying, and why she was saying it. We’d never made any promises, hell, even the one-week thing had been pure coincidence, we’d started as a bar hook-up of all things. But somehow, hearing the words, out in the open, no bullshit-style, really fucking hurt, making my jaw ache. Because I’d been living in wonderland as well and hearing the bald truth fucking sucked. So I took a deep breath, eyes serious.

  “Listen, this is so complicated, and let’s just leave it for now, okay?” I ground out even as my heart ached, my lungs literally having trouble inflating. “There’s no sense in getting into it here, at Arcade Arena, with a basketball game to watch, Robbie waiting for us, and god knows who else in the crowds,” I rumbled. “So let’s just have fun, okay?”

  And Marie’s mouth quirked even if her eyes remained sad.

  “Of course Trent, let’s have fun,” the brunette said, with a forced air of cheer. “Come on, Robbie must think the earth’s swallowed us by now,” she teased, turning to head up the stairs to our seats.

  And I watched, a lump in my throat, as that juicy ass swayed in her tight jeans, taking the steps one by one, moving in front of me and away. Because yeah, our relationship wasn’t traditional, this wasn’t how things usually happened. But that’s the thing. Is there a “usual” way anymore? Is there really “normal” anymore? I mean, on-line dating didn’t even exist ten years ago, and now swiping left and right is what everyone does. Plus, there were so many older woman / younger man celebrity couples, so why did we have to fight the current? Why did we have to swim upstream?

  But I forced myself to follow her, my steps heavy, my heart even heavier. Because for some reason, it mattered to Marie, and because it mattered to her, it mattered to me too. And I only hoped that after this week, I’d get out alive because I was losing my heart to the brunette … with absolutely no hope of getting it back.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Marie

  The front door swung shut and Robbie was up the stairs in a sec.

  “Yo, I’m first in the shower,” he yelled, disappearing up to his room. “You guys go ahead and start dinner.”

  I turned to look at Trent, sighing. But when my eyes met his, I gasped, the air tight in my throat, breasts rising, nipples growing tight, pussy wet. Because he was staring at me. The huge man’s blue eyes blazed, taking in everything, running over my form hungrily, desperate even, devouring every square inch he could see.

  “What is it Trent?” I breathed, one hand against the counter, suddenly feeling lightheaded, so warm and wanted under his gaze. “You okay?”

  The alpha didn’t say anything for a second, merely taking me in, our first moment of privacy since the raucous cheering of the game, the throngs of people on all sides. His eyes grew dark for a moment, deepening to an almost black, and then he was on me, drawing me in for a swift kiss, arms like steel bands around me, holding me close as he plundered my mouth.

  And I gave in. The events of the ball game had been shattering. Because yeah, the encounter with Vincent had been terrible. Even though he was a stranger, the nasty old man had reminded us of reality, which was that I was old, and Trent was young. The alpha was twenty to my forty for crying out loud, literally half my age. And what the hell, even if the age thing was okay, he traveled all the time, it was the nature of his job. Where was this going? Nowhere. That was the answer, and my heart broke hearing the words out in the open.

  And it affected Trent too because he was on me now, his mouth hard, hot and fast, his hands roaming over my body, needy, possessive, desperate to touch my curves, burrow into my warmth. But we couldn’t. We were in the kitchen, bright lights on, Robbie finishing his shower even now, we could hear the creak of the spigot as he turned it off.

  “No Trent, we’ll talk later,” I breathed, giving him one last kiss before pulling away. “Later,” I promised.

  And those blue eyes were so hungry, so hot, that for a moment, I didn’t think he’d wait. His big form was so aroused, so virile, that I thought he might throw caution to the heavens and ravage me right there, our secret be damned.

  But he got a hold of himself and pulled away, breathing heavily, that massive chest rising and falling.

  “Later tonight, Marie,” he promised, eyes gleaming. “We’ll talk later tonight.”

  And I nodded silently, willing the lump in my throat to go away. Of course, later. We’d get to everything later. But there was no later, because there was no talk in the dark depths of my bedroom at midnight. No, when Trent came up, I was too desperate, we were both too hungry to do anything like talking. He was on me in a moment, ravaging my form, both of us nude, my pussy wet, his dick hard, going at it like we were never going to see each other again.

  Because time really was running out. He had only a few more days before Spring Training resumed again, the breakneck pace of pro sports, and Trent would be leaving, disappeared god knows where, doing his thing. And so I loved him as best I could, giving him absolutely everything, holding nothing back during our love.

  “Oh!” I squealed, ass perched in the air, cheek pressed against the mattress, big boobs dragging against the coverlet, my nipples so hard they practically left dents. “Oh oh!”

  And Trent grinned. As usual, the inseminator was on the bedside table, he was careful never to come in me, to make sure I orgasmed with the dildo in deep. But Trent has his ways, and at the moment, he was tasting my dark star, touching the tip of his tongue to my anus, tracing the pleats as they contrac
ted reflexively, winking.

  “Honey, you’re beautiful,” he rasped, breath hot against my butt cheeks. “You ready for some anal?”

  And I flushed, breasts feeling heavy with delight and anticipation. Because yes, I loved anal now. Trent’s opened a whole new world for me, I never thought of myself as an ass girl, but now I absolutely love feeling him in back, his lips, his fingers, his tongue up my rear end. And he never makes me feel dirty or disgusting, breaking through every barrier, shattering my inhibitions.

  “That’s right,” he leaned forward once more, tonguing my dark hole once more, “You ready for Daddy’s dick back here?”

  And like the slut I am, I moaned throatily, wiggling my hips slightly, spreading my legs to welcome him, to take him deep in my private part.

  But Trent wanted more than that. Spitting suddenly, he smoothed the saliva into my anus, and I shivered, feeling it seep into my hole, warm and wet, the perfect lube.

  “Yes Daddy,” I panted, craning my head around to look at him over a shoulder. “Yes, put it in now.”

  Trent just chuckled deep in his throat, but instead of lining his dick up, instead he flipped me around so I was on my back, big boobies pointed to the ceiling, soft white flesh spread everywhere. And he looked at me then, taking his fill, loving the hills and valleys, the fact that I was creamy, giving, warm and wet. And with a satisfied grunt, he took my knees in his hands and pushed them towards my chest, up and apart so that my pussy was open, bare and beautiful, pulsing wetly.

  “Daddy,” I breathed, grasping my legs so that he could let go. “I thought you wanted my butt?” I asked. Because he’d just lubed me there, didn’t he want anal play?

  But instead the big man just rumbled deeply in his throat.

  “That’s right honey, and I’m gonna get it,” he rasped. “Now move those knees up even more, come on, higher, higher,” he commanded.

  And I did as I was told, pulling my legs back even though it was so obscene, my pussy lips spreading a bit on their own, my ass rolling backwards until both my lips and my anus were on display, the wet slit punctuated at the bottom by my dark hole.

  “Like this Daddy?” I mewled, looking at him coyly. “Like this?” I panted, giving him everything, exposing everything to him.

  Dark color streaked his cheekbones, that big body tense, alert, his cock like an oar jutting from his waist, so powerful, hard, intense, dripping wetly from the tip.

  “Just like that, baby girl,” he rasped again, grabbing a pillow and stuffing it under my hips so that I had some support, knees still high up against my chest. “Just like that because Daddy’s gonna take your ass now.”

  And I threw my head back, moaning as he lined himself up at my anal hole, probing, stroking, coaxing the pucker to open with his dick tip, rubbing it sensuously around my sensitive pleats.

  “Come on, relax, baby girl, take a deep breath and let Daddy fuck you,” he ground out hoarsely, pressing slightly, increasing the pressure as I moaned throatily, eyes squeezed shut, trying to stay loose. “Relax that ring, give it to me baby.”

  I moaned again, the pressure so intense, I’d never completely get used to it. But concentrating hard, letting myself do nothing but feel, I relaxed my butt, and with a slight pop, his dicktip squeezed in, moving between my creamy white orbs, my butt cheeks big and fleshy.

  “That’s right, little girl,” he ground out, “Let it go, let Daddy take your bottom hole,” he encouraged.

  So taking another deep breath, summoning my reserves, I forced myself to relax once more, to let go, to allow the penetration. And sure enough, his penis slid up another few inches, the penetration so arousing, so powerful, although we were still far from done.

  “That’s it, honey,” he rasped. “Just a little more and Daddy will be in all the way, just a little more.”

  And this time, I decided to go one further. Letting go of my knees, I reached down, my hands lightly gliding over my curves until I had one hand under each of my hips. And worming my hands under my ass, slowly I pulled apart my butt cheeks to help him get in deeper, to give everything to my lover.

  “Take me,” I whispered hotly, meeting his eyes, our gazes locked as he pressed deeper into my anus. “Take me, I’m yours.”

  And with that, his cock slid in all the way, every thick inch spreading me wide, penetrating my ass so good, so huge, making me scream and squeal, breathe heavily as I was anally breached.

  “Oh yes, oh yes,” I moaned, eyes falling closed, squirming a bit, unable to help myself, the tight fit so unbelievable. “Yes,” I moaned again.

  Trent began to move slightly then, rocking his hips, pulling his dick in and out.

  “That’s my little butt slut,” he rasped, his dick so hard, like iron in my back channel. “Let the little butt slut inside take over.”

  I creamed wetly then, my pussy gushing, a small trickle of liquid streaming from my hole, dripping down to coat his penis as it ran in and out of my body. I pulled my ass cheeks even wider, welcoming him, giving everything to him, and oh god, Trent’s dick got even harder as we watched our bodies coming together, that hard, hot pole sliding in and out between my creamy ass cheeks, my butt so fucked.

  “Ahhh fuck, baby, fuck fuck fuck,” he ground out, shoulders and abs tense, unbelievably aroused, a small gush of semen creaming into me, lubing my anal hole as we did the dirty dance. “Aww fuck.”

  And I tensed, about to come, the sensations so overwhelming, my cunt tingling like mad as my bottom contracted slightly, unable to stop the surge.

  But Trent wanted to control it, he wanted to make sure this happened at his pace, everything according to plan. So he stopped for a moment, all movement ceasing.

  “Tre-Trent?” I shuddered, pronouncing his name on a slight whimper, eyes flying open as I questioned him. “Trent?”

  And he chuckled deeply, reaching for the dildo on the bed side table. Internally, I groaned. Oh right, we were supposed to be practicing for the real thing, so that I could come when the time was right, putting another man’s seed into my body. I didn’t want to do it right now, I just wanted to continue our anal fucking, I didn’t want him to pull out and stick the rubber dildo into my pussy, the way it was supposed to be done.

  But Trent read my mind and grinned at me lasciviously.

  “Who said I was going to pull out?” he rumbled deep in his chest.

  My eyes flew open at that. He wasn’t pulling out? What the? Wait, what the? I gasped, body shuddering reflexively, unable to process the implications.

  Trent just grinned again.

  “That’s right, honey, you’re about to be DP’d,” he grunted. “Me, and our friend here, we’re gonna do the job.”

  I moaned lustily then, eyes fluttering closed, ass still skewered on his pole. Because I couldn’t. I’ve never done double penetration before, never imagined that it would be me, mild little Marie, wallflower extraordinaire, taking two appendages into my body, stuffed absolutely full. But so many things had happened in this past week, and Trent had been an amazing tutor, opening worlds of sensation, showing me colors that I didn’t even know existed. Heck, I’d never even really liked anal until he taught me to love cock in my back end, and that was something I never thought would happen. So I nodded dumbly and accepted, my pussy gushing in anticipation despite the fact that I wasn’t sure exactly how it’d happen. But Trent was the master and merely ran a finger through my slit, testing the engorged folds, dipping into my nectar.

  “Oh yeah, my baby girl is still wet,” he said, stopping to pinch my clit for a moment, rub the base of my nub, “but Daddy’s gonna make you sop, make you cream.”

  And with that, he began a rhythm on my clit, up and down up and down, the steady stroke feeling so good, the juice pouring from between my legs like a waterfall, a hose that I couldn’t turn off.

  “That’s it baby girl,” he encouraged, eyes on the dirty sight, penis embedded in my butt with my slit open, wet for him. “That’s it, cream hard, baby girl.”

>   And just like that, I did. The first orgasm crested, going high, higher, until it broke over my body, my cunt releasing in small spasms, the tremors shaking me, boobs bouncing as I cried out.

  “Daddy!” I panted. “Oh!”

  And Trent was having difficulty controlling himself, sure. His dick was a bright purple now, and it jerked in me, releasing another small spurt of cum up my backside. But the alpha has iron control and he refused to let the damn burst. Instead, slowly, gently, he ran the inseminator over my pussy lips and horizontally through my soft flesh, the rubber getting wet with ambrosia, my labia hugging the shaft as it moved up and down.

  “That’s my baby girl,” he grunted. “So fucking wet all the time.”

  And pulling it into a vertical position, he positioned the head at my wetly creaming base and began to push. Oh fuck. Oh fucking god, it felt so good. It was slow going because I was already stuffed full in back, there was less room in my pussy with Trent’s cock in my ass, so the inseminator had to be screwed in a bit, the pressure intensifying as the alpha pushed.

  “That’s it,” he crooned softly to me, inching the toy in. “Let that slutty cunt eat it.”

  And with one slow sucking sound, suddenly he did it. I cried out, stuffed so tight, both my pussy and ass crammed to the limit. How had this happened? I was nothing but a single mom, a divorced woman who hadn’t enjoyed sex in ages, hadn’t even felt a male touch in years, and now I had an alpha in my butt with a dildo in my cunt? Oh god, how the tables had turned, so fast that my head spun, it was positively dizzying.

  But in the moment, there was nothing I could do but give myself up to the ecstasy. Because it felt so amazing, so unbelievable, the dirtiness, a hot hungry man looming over me, his hands hot on my body, blue eyes blazing.

  “That’s right, baby girl,” the big man rasped. “You’re doing so good, so good, honey.”

  And with that, he began fucking in earnest. I’m not sure how Trent managed it, pushing and pulling the dildo in my pussy as his hips moved back and forth, owning my ass, but he made it work. The alpha pushed in with his hands, the toy going deep as he drew back with his ass, cock sliding out. And then it was the reverse, dick going in as the dildo slid out, I was always stuffed with something, I always had hardness in my pussy or ass. But I wanted a deep fucking. I wanted both of them in me simultaneously.