I guess, all things considered, I’d have to view myself a clear winner.
KACE. When my period finally ends, I am a horny mess. Generally speaking, seeing Shane walk around the house half dressed in jeans, socks, and a wife beater is sometimes more than I can handle. As soon as my period is over, it’s definitely more than I can handle.
“Pull ‘em down,” I demanded.
“Kace, he’s going to wake up,” Shane complained.
“He just went down for a nap, pull ‘em down,” I said as I reached for his belt.
“Kace…”
“I want to suck your cock,” I whispered as I pulled his belt loose.
“Kace, he’s going to…”
“He can’t get up and walk in here, so, shut it, Shane. You don’t like it when I suck your cock?” I asked as I got down on my knees and pulled down on the waist of his jeans.
“I love it when you suck my cock, babe,” he responded as he turned and looked around the room.
“Look down here,” I said as I pulled his half hard cock out of his boxer’s.
“Babe, you know I can’t do that. It drives me crazy,” he whined.
If I ever wanted Shane to fuck me, all I had to do was start sucking his cock. I loved sucking his cock anyway, but he couldn’t stand it for very long. He says it feels too good. Most of the time, he makes it for about five minutes, and he pulls out of my mouth and starts fucking me really good. The problem, if you can call it one, is he only lasts for about fifteen minutes if I suck his cock first. I love it. Seeing him enjoy something I can do or provide makes me happy.
And wet.
I admired his thick cock and opened my mouth. As I began to suck it, I pressed it into my mouth until it would go no further. As I slid my mouth up and down the shaft, he tossed his shirt on the floor, and kicked his jeans to the side.
God, I love seeing you naked.
I glanced up toward his face as I slid his cock in and out of my mouth. He was looking toward the living room, trying not to pay attention. I slid my mouth down the shaft and licked the tip of his cock and stared upward.
“Say it,” I said as I licked the tip of his cock.
“Kace…”
“Say it,” I licked the tip again.
“Kace, I don’t…”
“You know you want to feel it in my mouth. Deep in my little throat. Say it,” I smiled.
“Suck my cock, you little slut,” he growled as he turned his gaze downward.
“I said suck it,” he demanded as he grabbed my hair in his hand.
There we go.
Instantly.
Wet.
I’ve always thought there was something wrong with me. The things that I desired sexually made me question if I was some type of sexual circus freak. After reading all of the erotica books on my Kindle, I realize I am not the only one out there with these desires. I’m not abnormal, and having certain sexual desires or wants is normal. No matter how weird they may seem to someone else, as long as it’s with the man I love, it’s healthy.
And it makes me cum.
Hard.
“Suck that fucking cock, you little whore,” he said through his teeth as he pulled my hair backward and pushed his cock deeper into my throat.
I felt my wetness begin to literally run down my thigh. Hearing him talk like this, and knowing subconsciously he truly loved me was more than I could take. I may not last the fifteen minutes he normally lasts if he keeps this up for much longer.
He pulled backward on my hair sharply, and pulled his cock from my mouth. The pain on the back of my scalp tingled as I looked up.
What did I do wrong?
Standing over me with his cock in his hand, he slowly stroked it. I looked up into his eyes and waited. He shook his head slowly and shoved his cock back into my mouth. As he held my hair, pressing my head into his cock, I did my best to please him.
“Suck it,” he grunted.
“Suck that big fat cock.”
“You want me to fuck you? You want to feel that big fucker in that little wet pussy of yours?” he asked.
His cock still in my mouth, I looked up and nodded my head. I felt sharp pain on the back of my head as he pulled my hair and stepped back from where he stood.
“Pull your shorts down, you little cocksucker,” he demanded.
I reached under my dress and fumbled to find my panties. As I eagerly pushed them to mid-thigh, he reached under my dress and yanked them harshly, breaking them from my thighs. He held the torn panties in his hand and turned me around to face the sofa.
“Bend your little ass over and spread your butt cheeks,” he said as he pressed his free hand into my upper back.
Oh god yes.
I bent over the arm of the couch and reached back and spread my lower butt with my fingertips. He dropped the torn panties on the cushion below me and grabbed my waist. As I felt him begin to fill my pussy with his thick cock, I bit my lip and waited.
As his hands gripped my waist, he began to find his rhythm and fuck me forcefully. His hips slapping against me ass made a sound I loved to hear. As I closed my eyes and focused on the sound of our skin slapping together, I began to feel myself come to climax.
“Oh god. Fuck me Shane”
Never stop fucking me.
As I began to cum, he must have sensed it, or felt my pussy contracting. He says he can feel it on his cock. I looked down as I felt his hand under my stomach. As he began to rub my clit, he continued to pound away at fucking my pussy hard.
My body filled with a tingling feeling from my boobs to my pussy. As he continued to shove his cock in and out of me, I bit my lip and groaned.
“Shane…”
I buried my face into the pillow on the arm of the couch and groaned into it as I came harder than I can remember in many months. As I came he continued to pound away and finger my clit. Electricity shot through my entire body as his finger ticked my swollen clit. After a few strokes, I felt myself begin to climax again. Suddenly, he hoisted me from the couch and turned me to face him.
Heaving for my next breath, I stared at him, wondering what was next. Sexually, I was Shane’s.
I’m always Shane’s.
Standing in front of me with a stiff cock and an eight pack of abs, he reached under my armpits and picked me from the floor. As he raised me from my feet, I watched the muscles on his biceps flare. Seeing him in this type of physical condition was enough in itself to make me wet. After three or four steps, my back was to the wall. After lowering me to the floor, he reached down and grasped my upper thighs in each hand.
As he picked me from the floor, I bent my legs at the knees. My back now against the wall, he held me suspended from the floor, and shoved his cock deep inside of me. I closed my eyes as my back and head banged against the wall with each stroke.
“I love fucking you,” he grunted.
“I love being…”
“Fucked by…”
“You,” I heaved.
His hips slapped against my upper thighs as he forced me into the wall. With each stroke, my head banged against the wall, reminding me just who was in charge of what we were doing. Something about being held in the air and having him fuck me made me feel as if I was truly his. Shane Dekkar’s little slut.
For a few more minutes.
Two or so minutes into the pounding against the wall, I was done. My throbbing pussy began to tingle and felt as if it were swelling. As he continued to thrust himself in and out of me, I wrapped my legs around his waist and began to scream.
“Cum, Shane. Cum for me. Fill me with your cum,” I screamed as he pounded me against the wall.
My breathing started to sound labored.
“Kace…”
“No, do it. Cum in me. Cum with me. You feel that?”
“You feel my pussy?”
I fought for my next breath, “I’m going to…”
“Cum,” I breathed against his ear.
His hot breath against my neck, he resp
onded, “Kace, I’m going…”
“To…”
I felt his cock swell inside of me. His swollen balls were pounding against the skin directly under my pussy with each stroke. The sensation was more than I could stand. As I began to cum, I clenched my teeth and growled into his shoulder. As I continued to climax, he bit my earlobe and growled a hot breath into my ear.
“I fucking love you,” he grunted as I felt him fill me with cum.
Arching his back, he closed his eyes and growled as he came. I opened and closed my eyes as I came repeatedly. As he opened his eyes and looked down into my eyes, he smiled.
God I love this man.
“I love you Kace,” he said as he lowered me to the floor.
“I love you,” I said as I held my cupped hand between my legs.
“Well, go,” he laughed as he pointed to the bathroom, “we don’t need that shit all over the floor.”
As I walked like a crab toward the bathroom, Casey began to cry.
“Get him up, will you?” I asked over my shoulder.
Shane stood beside the wall, naked, looking down at his half hard cock. As he heard me, he smiled and began walking toward the other side of the living room.
“Get dressed first,” I shouted.
He stopped and turned to the pile of clothes on the floor. As if he’d forgotten he was naked, he sighed and walked toward the pile and reached for his jeans.
There are things about being a parent we both don’t know yet. Some things we know, but we’re just not used to. Overall, we’re really good parents. As I watched Shane’s reflection walk past in the mirror, I smiled.
Shane Dekkar.
My husband.
My lover.
My best friend.
And the father of our crying baby.
Perfection defined.
SHANE. Most people have always considered me to be frugal or stingy. I may have appeared to be so, but I really had more concerns with not being able to provide for my loved one, myself, or my potential children. I felt any money I spent now would be money I wouldn’t have later. In the past, these thought processes prevented me from spending much money if I didn’t feel it was completely necessary.
Now that things have changed, I look at life, money, and spending much differently. Taking a breather from boxing, and hoping for a worthy opponent, I decided to take a step in the direction of what it was I wanted to do for the rest of my life.
Train other boxer’s to be like me.
“Keep those elbows tucked, or you’re going to have a broken rib,” I shouted.
Unable to respond with the mouthpiece in his mouth, he nodded his head.
“So,” A-Train asked as he held the bottom rope.
“He’s come a long way,” I responded.
“Kid might just have some serious talent. He’ll have to learn to control his mouth,” I shrugged.
“We’ll work on that. I like the kid, Dekk. He’s a good kid,” A-Train smiled as he looked into the ring.
I nodded my head toward A-Train and turned to the ring, “Stay in close, kid. Use that speed. Don’t let him lure you like that.”
“Damn, Dekk, you’re going to scare him, you keep shouting at him like that,” A-Train laughed.
“He needs shouted at,” I half whispered.
“That’s it, in close. Use! Your! Hand speed!”
He unleashed a ferocious combination, and worked his way up his opponent’s face, ending with what would have been a wild left uppercut, had it not connected.
But it did.
His opponent dropped to the mat like he’d died.
“Damn, he dropped that guy like a bad habit,” A-Train whistled.
“Sure did,” I agreed.
“Help him up kid. Always be a sportsman, never a prick,” I shouted.
As he bent over the man got up on one knee and shook his head from side to side. He was done. The uppercut was rather poorly executed, but landed perfectly. The end result was a semi-unconscious man on the mat who had no intent of continuing to fight.
“Anyone want to give my guy a whirl?” I screamed into the gym.
Slowly, a new face walked up on my left side. Tall, muscular, and tattooed he walked to the edge of the ring and ducked under the ropes. Since my winning the championship, the ring had been overcrowded and overrun with people wanting to join the gym and utilize the services of Kelsey and myself. The gym was small, run down and barely had room in it for the fighters who had been here for years, let alone any more. Kelsey and Joe did the best they could and attempted to accommodate everyone, but it was becoming tough for us all.
“What’s the ribbon mean on his arm?” I asked, recognizing it as a military marking.
“Airborne. Ranger. Appears to be an Army Special Forces boy,” A-Train nodded.
I raised my eyebrows, “Should I get him out of there?”
“Don’t underestimate the kid, Dekk. He tries harder than you think,” A-Train responded as he pulled on the lower rope.
“Better listen this time, kid. We got a ringer in here,” A-Train shouted.
“Alright touch ‘em up. And keep it clean,” I hollered.
The Ranger immediately swung a wild left uppercut which missed by a fraction of an inch. As that punch was on the upswing, he swung a right hook which immediately followed a nano-second behind, connecting with the upper ribcage.
“Oh shit, that hurt,” A-Train winced.
“Sure did. Oh hell, look at him,” I laughed.
After absorbing the hook, he stepped in and began working the body of the Ranger. As the Ranger got tired, and it didn’t take long, he loosened his elbows, and held his arms loosely at his sides.
“Ribs, kid, Get. Those. Ribs,” I screamed, knowing both fighters could clearly hear me.
He swung a hard right hook into the ribs of the Ranger. Immediately, he folded up in pain. Although I considered stopping the fight, he appeared to want to continue. Almost certain a rib had been broken, I waited for him to give the signal to stop the fight.
“You realize the Ranger won’t give up, right?” A-Train asked softly.
“Why?” I asked.
“Rangers lead the way,” he smiled.
I shrugged, “I don’t get it.”
“Pride, Dekk. Pride,” he responded.
“Should I stop it?” I asked.
“Nope,” he smiled.
As I turned toward the ring again, Kelsey walked up to my left side.
“How’s he doing?” he asked.
“He’s good, old man. He really is. Kind of a wild man, but overall he’s good.”
“Like someone else I know,” Kelsey smiled.
“Me?” I asked.
“No, The Ripper. He’s like a skinnier version of The Ripper,” Kelsey grinned.
“Stay in close you skinny little fucker. And hit him on the shove off with a hard right jab,” Kelsey screamed.
“I swear, are you training this kid, or talking to your favorite jarhead?” Kelsey asked as he slapped A-Train on the arm.
“Well, I’m training…”
Holy shit!
After a series of body shots, the Ranger shoved the kid off of him. As soon as he did, the kid swung a hard right jab, which connected directly with the Ranger’s chin. The Ranger immediately fell to the mat, unconscious.
“Grab the smelling salts for this one, Dekk. He went down hard,” A-Train said as he pulled the rope up and stepped into the ring.
“You dumb fucking jarhead, what did I tell you about getting in my ring with those street shoes on?” Kelsey screamed.
“Shut up old man,” A-Train said as he looked up from the Ranger who lay unconscious on the mat.
Kelsey turned to me and smiled, “Alec’s a damned good man, kid.”
“I know he is, boss,” I responded.
At A-Train’s request, I never told anyone he came to get me when I ran away from Kace and my problems digesting everything. He asked that I simply act as if I decided on my own t
o come home. I’ve never met anyone as humble as he is. He wants no recognition, and cares for no praise. All he wants is to find a way to leave the war behind. Slowly, I see progress in him every day. Casey has been a great asset to building A-Train’s confidence in being able to become human again. In time, I’m sure he’ll be whoever he was before the war started.
Whoever that person may be.
“Get a shower, kid,” I hollered into the ring.
“We’re gonna have to do something before long, kid. This gym’s overrun with people I don’t even know. Joe and I are turning people away. It’s a sad sight. Never thought I’d see this day. You know I hate to turn anyone away. This has always been a sport for the kids who might end up somewhere terrible if they didn’t have it – a place to let off steam. We might have to increase our hours,” he sighed.
“You’re already here to what, 11:00?” I asked.
“Yep, close at 10:00, here ‘till 10:30 or 11:00 most nights,” he nodded.
“Want to go to lunch and talk?” I asked.
He shrugged his shoulders, “Sandwich at the Italian joint?”
“Sounds good,” I smiled.
“And one other thing,” he grinned.
“Name it,” I responded.
“Damn it, Kid. Stop calling him kid. You know how it pissed you off. Call him by his name,” he grinned sarcastically.
“Austin!” I hollered across the gym.
“Yeah, boss?” he hollered back.
“Good couple of fights, kid. I’m going to lunch. Be back in an hour,” I shouted into the ring.
“Alright. I’ll just hang out here,” he screamed.
As the Ranger finally stood up and leaned against A-Train, Kelsey and I turned and walked toward the door.
“Kid, I remember the day you rode that damned bike here from Compton. I thought you were one arrogant little fucker. You knocked The Ripper on his ass, and had me wondering if you had talent or if you were just a lucky fucker. After a few fights, I knew if you’d stick with it, you could go the distance. Never knew what it’d be like if we made it, though. Gotta tell ya kid, my life has come full circle; sure has. And I thank you,” he nodded.
I nodded my head once in return.
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