“I’ve missed you, too.” Cammie reached over and kissed the other dude’s mouth with her tongue running a line down his neck.
“That’s more like it.” The Hulk impersonator fingered the strap on her camisole and moved it off her shoulder. He brought his mouth to her collarbone and began a downward motion that likely ended at her breast.
“Excuse me,” Jude piped in, knowing he destroyed the ménage a trois starting in front of him. He walked toward them with an impassive look on his face. “I’m Agent Warner from the Secret Service. I need your cell phones while you’re here.”
He held out his hands, waiting for the questions to start.
“What the fuck is going on, Cammie?” Asked the tall one. He immediately sat her down when she lowered her head, hiding her eyes.
“Oh, it’s those fucking photos that Mel took a couple days ago. They’ve landed me in the doghouse with my father.”
“Fuck, I told him not to pass those around.” Hulk shook his head. “I’m sorry.”
Jude was surprised this guy had remorse about Cammie’s tit shots.
“I know and thanks.” Cammie raised her head and kissed the apologizer on his cheek. “This is Jude. My gatekeeper until dear Daddy either wins or loses his beloved election.”
“Oh, I get it.” Hulk nodded. “Tight leash.”
“Very tight,” Cammie added.
Jude held out his hand because he’d said all he was going to on the subject. Each guy pulled their phones out of their back pockets and handed them over.
“Mine’s on a lock down so no worries about snooping,” Tall guy added.
“Same here.” Hulk butted in.
“Now scat. We have business to attend to. Me.” Cammie smirked and motioned her hands at Jude. He raised his head at her in silent disgust and spun around. He dashed back to his room in fear that if he stayed a second longer he’d throw those two leaches out on their asses.
He couldn’t believe that she would fuck them just a few hours after he’d been buried inside of her. It was more than just disbelief in her waywardness that upset him. His ego was bruised too.
~*~*~*~
With his fists clutched to his side, Jude stood outside of his room and listened to the moaning sounds of pleasure coming from the living room. He was shocked that Cammie didn’t take them to her bedroom and at least close the door. It’s as if she wanted Jude to overhear what was happening to her.
Finally, he’d had enough and needed to see what was happening. After all, he’d agreed to make sure she stayed safe under his protection. But even he had trouble buying that line of rationalization. He wanted to see what was going on because he wished he was the one making her cry out in bliss.
Standing in the shadows, Jude’s mouth opened wide when he saw Cammie and her fuck buddies on the couch. She was nude. Her upper torso was cradled in the lap of the Hulk as the back of her head lay against his chest. He had his hands all over her breasts and was twisting her nipples and elongating them as she whimpered out in ecstasy.
“Suck her,” Hulk suggested to the tall guy who had his face in her pussy. Devouring her like she was the last meal he’d ever eat. “Flick her with that tongue stud. She loves it, remember?”
Jude’s eyes darkened, and his erection grew with each mewl from Cammie’s mouth. He didn’t know if he could hold back and not watch the ménage. But in the end, he couldn’t tear himself away. The display was holding him captive.
Cammie’s face contorted and her mouth opened in a silent O as she neared her orgasm. Jude watched Hulk’s fingers become even more determined at her nipples. When the tall guy lifted Cammie up by holding her ass in his hands like a piece of watermelon, Jude came unglued. He frantically ran his fingers through his hair and then palmed his own fucking cock. It was like he was watching porn right in front of him.
A couple seconds later, Cammie’s screaming climax filled the room. But the tall guy didn’t stop instead he continued to eat her out like he was licking melting ice cream around a cone. He seemed desperate.
“Keep going.” Hulk encouraged him. “Let’s see how many orgasms she can have.”
“Stop. Please stop.” Cammie’s weak voice protested. “Please.”
“We know you want more.” Hulk laughed as he tugged her nipples.
Cammie began to squirm in their arms. Not quite fighting their onslaught, but definitely not enjoying their pleasuring like she had. In a risky move, Jude stepped out of the shadows and caught Cammie’s eye. When she silently mouthed his name, seeming to ask for his help, he strode over to the two guys and pulled them away from her by their collars. The tall guy’s face was glistening from Cammie’s wet pussy, and his eyes were wide with fear. Neither one was a match for Jude. Even if they came at him together.
“Get the hell out of this house and don’t come back. Ever.” Jude threw them back down on the couch and tossed their cell phones at them. “You heard me. Get the hell out of here.”
The guys scuttled out of the condo leaving a streak of light behind them. Jude looked down at Cammie half-mad, half-upset with her.
“Woman, you have such daddy issues. Why else would a fuck-hot woman lower herself to such scum?” His words seemed to register in Cammie’s eyes as tears welled up. “You need two things right now: a good spanking, and a man who cares for you, and will fuck you into oblivion.”
“What?” She reared back on the couch, trying to back away from Jude. “You can’t.”
“Oh yes, I sure as fuck can and will.”
Jude bent down, placed his hands around her waist, a now familiar place to him, and tossed her over his shoulder as he stood up.
“Put me down.” Cammie kicked her legs at him. Jude wrapped his vast arms around her and pulled her legs into his chest. Cammie was immobile now even if she was still flailing her arms over his back.
“Nope. I’m gonna lay you over my lap and spank your lilywhite ass. I think it’s long overdue.”
In long strides, Jude walked to his room and pulled a squirming Cammie across his lap. She put up a fight and was stronger than he’d imagined, so he leaned his upper body over her back to anchor her to his legs.
“Hold on to the covers,” he commanded.
He placed his palm over her bare ass and rubbed it back and forth, prepping it and deciding on the spot where he’d land his first spank. Raising his open palm, he brought it down on the soft curve of her bottom.
Over and over again he continued to spank her ass. He hit a different spot each time, so by the time he’d finished, her entire backside was painted a lovely shade of pink.
After taking a few calming breaths, Jude heard Cammie’s quiet sobs and saw her shoulders trembling. He’d made her cry and it made him smile. He wasn’t a sadistic bastard. In fact this was the first time he’d really spanked a woman beyond a playful little tap on the ass. But she needed a good cleansing spank and cry.
Gently he massaged over the redness he’d caused. He let his fingers drift down between her legs as he skimmed over her bare pussy and found it wet for him.
He worked her thighs apart so his hand could fit and placed a finger into her entrance. Slowly he added another one. Her crying stopped and soon she was meeting his fingers with a thrust of her hips.
“Turn over,” Jude said in a husky voice. “It’s time you felt a real man fuck you properly.”
Cammie made haste and propped herself against the pillows. Her body was relaxed and open to him. Something had changed in her. The rebellion he’d seen before appeared to have evaporated.
He reached for her legs and pulled her down a bit on the bed. “Put your hands over your head.”
Grabbing a condom from the nightstand, where he’d placed his supply earlier, he worked his pants off of his legs and shoved his boxers down with them.
He rolled the protection over his bulging erection and moved his body between her soft and welcoming thighs. He encircled both of her raised wrists in one hand, leaving his other one free to roam over he
r curves.
“These breasts deserve to be worshiped.” He placed her delicate breast in his hand and brought his mouth to her nipple, letting his tongue flick and lips suck it into his mouth. He never let his eyes leave hers and he felt something pass between them. An understanding that this wasn’t just some meaningless fuck, instead it was two adults who appreciated the other’s gift of sex.
Spreading her legs wide with his own, he guided his erection into her inch by inch. He wanted her to feel him possessing her body. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she absorbed the feeling of his fullness.
Slow and steady he began to make love to the beautiful woman below him. He kissed her lips and circled her swollen clit with a finger while his cadence continued.
“I’m going to come, and I want you to join me, Cammie,” Jude whispered into her ear as he increased the pressure on her clit.
“Now,” he called to her, and their bodies responded by releasing together; one in pleasure and the other in submission.
Jude gazed down into Cammie’s bright eyes. She looked as if a light of understanding was now showing from them.
“Hey, Jude,” she giggled as she realized she’d just spoke the title of her favorite Beatles song. “Make love to me again.”
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What Mother Doesn’t Know
By
Nikki Worrell
Prologue
6 months ago
Gabby almost made it past the living room doorway when she felt hands on her. “Get off of me!” She pushed with all her might against her mother’s latest ‘friend,’ slapping his hands away from her body. Her mother and her buddy were, as usual, drunk or high—sometimes both. If Gabby had known Sophia was having company, she would have stayed at work longer.
“Aw, come on, baby. Let me touch those sweet tits of yours.” He quickly reached out and used his left arm as a band around her waist, pinning Gabby’s arms to her sides, using his right to grab at her.
Struggling against his death grip on her, Gabby managed to get out, “Mother. A little help here?” She’d given up months and months ago on her mother ever being a parental figure again, but she thought that maybe, just maybe, Sophia would step in to help her get away from the man with the grabby hands. Stealing a glance over at her mother as she continued to struggle, Gabby realized Sophia was long past helping anyone. She was roasted and toasted, her eyes unfocused, vacant windows.
“Oh, just leave the little brat alone, Phil,” Sophia slurred from her prone position on the couch, then rolled over and fell fast asleep. That had been her way of parenting for the past couple of years. It was Sophia’s way of recapturing her youth. New friends, which lead to new activities, which now always included heavy drinking or other substance abuse.
“Just you and me now, sweetheart.” Phil released her breast and promptly slapped her face. “Quit squirming. You’re making me think you don’t want me.”
Gabby picked up her right leg as high as she could and slammed her heel down on top of Phil’s foot. “I don’t! Let me go!” She could feel her heart racing, as she started to panic. Even strung out, he was too strong for her.
“Jesus. Looks like I’m going to have to teach you a lesson.” He swiftly let Gabby go, but only to grasp her top and tear it open, exposing her breasts.
While he continued grabbing at her breasts, Gabby raked his cheeks with her fingernails, allowing her to break away from him as he covered his face. She wasn’t quite quick enough to get completely away, and he lunged for her, grabbing her ankle on his way down. “You want to play rough, bitch? Fine, we’ll do it your way.” He jerked her leg out from under her, taking satisfaction in the way her head hit the floor with an emphatic crack.
Phil crawled up her body, taking care to protect himself from the little hellcat. Gabby’s struggles only adding to his excitement. Being pinned beneath him, with nowhere to go and no one to help her, she lost all of her fight. Mentally surrendering, shutting her senses down to try to prepare her for what she knew was to come, she didn’t hear the front door slam shut.
“What the hell are you doing? Get off her!” Her stepfather was home, but Gabby was too far gone to feel the relief that should have come over her.
Before she could register the fact that she was going to be okay, Phil was ripped off her. As soon as she felt the weight lifted from her, she momentarily snapped back into action and scrambled backward, putting as much room between her and the ensuing fight as she could. Not that it was much of a fight. Not only was Rick a rugged construction worker—in the best shape of his life—he was sober. Phil could hardly keep himself in an upright position when Rick grabbed him to haul him out the front door.
In mere seconds, Phil was out the door, and Rick was kneeling next to Gabby. Seeing her shirt ripped open rocked him. “Sweetheart, are you okay?” He leaned over and, with shaking hands, pulled her shirt closed.
Gabby flinched at his touch and pushed him away.
Rick tried to comfort her, whispering, “Shhh, it’s only me. It’s okay, he’s gone.”
“Oh, Rick!” Gabby launched herself at him and hung on for dear life. “He was going to rape me.” She lost any composure she may have had left and burrowed closer to him, taking comfort in the warmth of his arms and the simple sound of his heartbeat.
“I’m sorry, Gabby. I’m so sorry. I’ll never leave you alone here again.” Rick rocked with her and kissed her forehead, telling her everything would be all right. He had to figure out other living arrangements. He hated his wife but loved his stepdaughter, and couldn’t see leaving Sophia until Gabby was well away from there. Leaving Gabby in that kind of environment just wasn’t an option.
“I want to go get a shower. I need to get clean.” Gabby’s eyes had a faraway look to them. Rick thought she might be in shock. “I’m dirty, Rick. I need to get clean.” She gripped the front of his shirt like he was her lifeline.
Rick gently placed his hands over hers and loosened her grip, his heart weakening at the haunted look on her face. “Okay, sweetheart. Let me help you up.”
On a normal day, Gabby was a fun-loving, carefree girl, but tough at the same time. He had never seen her so frightened and defeated—vulnerable. He wanted to erase that look on her face forever.
He leaned in to give her a peck on the cheek, but she turned toward him, and he found her lips instead. What should have been an innocent, comforting kiss sent shivers down his spine, shocking him. He broke away, chalking the unsettling feeling up to rage and simple nerves over the disturbing encounter with Phil. “Oops, sorry.” Oh, shit.
The bright white of her blouse made her naturally light complexion look paler still. Afraid she might be in shock, Rick placed a steadying arm around her shoulders as she rose to her feet. He caught a glimpse of her breasts where her sweater was torn open and immediately felt that shiver again. Disgusted with himself, he looked away and led her up the stairs to her bedroom.
“Go get your shower, sweetheart.” Rick pulled away to allow Gabby to enter her bathroom, but instead she clung to him.
“No. Please don’t go, Rick. Stay with me.”
“I can’t shower with you, Gabby. I’ll wait right here.”
Gabby poi
nted at her four-poster bed. “You’ll wait here?”
He found himself nodding his head at her frightened look. “I’ll wait right here.” Portraying a casual air he didn’t feel, he took a seat on her bed to await her return.
“Thank you.”
~*~*~*~
After at least fifteen minutes had gone by, Rick heard the door from Gabby’s bathroom open. Her pink robe wasn’t tied tightly enough, and left a gaping hole. He could see the swell of her breasts, and even got a peek of a soft pink nipple. Good God.
As he cleared his throat, he slowly raised his hands to straighten her robe. “Feeling better?”
“Yes. I’m sorry about that. I’m fine now, thanks.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry about, sweetheart. I’m going to go lock up. Why don’t you get into bed and try to get some sleep?”
“I doubt I’ll sleep much tonight. Rick, will you stay with me?”
“Stay with you, Gabby?”
“Would you sleep in here with me?”
“Uh, I don’t think that’s a good idea. You’re not a kid anymore. It wouldn’t be right.” He’d only been with her and Sophia for five years, but she’d grown up a lot in that time.
“Oh, okay.” Gabby’s lip trembled, but to her credit, she lifted her shoulders and held her head up high. “Thanks again, Rick. You really saved me tonight.”
As he turned toward the door to leave her room, he saw one errant tear run down her face. She tried to hide it by turning away from him, but he saw it just the same.
“Oh, Gabby. Okay, honey. I’ll stay with you tonight. Let me just go lock up and make sure your mother’s still among the living.”
“Forget her. After tonight, she’s dead to me.”
Rick sadly nodded his head and walked out of the room. On his way back, he made a detour and changed into sweats and a t-shirt.
Gabby was waiting for him in bed, and he couldn’t help but notice that a few more tears had made their journey over her cheeks.
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