“Honey, I know this is painful for you, but I just don’t get it,” I paused, going back to our original topic. “You were married, so what happened? How could any guy resist these curves, not touch his dick to your cunt? It makes no sense, you’re so beautiful, so gorgeous.”
And she flushed again, taking a deep breath before turning to me with pain in her eyes.
“It’s a long story,” she said quietly, “but the fact is that my ex, Gary, never intended on being a husband to me. He walked out the day after our wedding, walked out of our honeymoon suite and I haven’t seen him since,” she admitted slowly, painfully.
“But why?” I shook my head, bewildered. “What fucker goes and gets hitched only to beat feet the next day? What the fuck? I would have fucked you on your wedding night at least.”
And she turned beet red then.
“Gary was too drunk,” she said, her voice wooden. “He passed out and I couldn’t wake him up no matter how hard I tried.”
I just shook my head. This guy was the biggest douche ever, what the fuck, was he gay? That was the only possible explanation. But Laurie read my mind and shook her head.
“There’s nothing physically or biologically wrong with him,” she started.
I cut her off with a sharp slash of my hand through the air. That was impossible.
“No way,” I shook my head. “That dude’s either gay or has some problem, it’s the only answer. He’s probably got no testicles,” I snarled.
But Laurie actually responded.
“No, he has his testicles, or at least one,” she said slowly.
“So you’ve seen them?” I said sharply, more rough that I intended.
And she shook her head again.
“No … I’m just saying because there’s another woman pregnant with his child.”
My eyes bugged out at that.
“What. The. Fuck,” I growled. “The man who married you had a mistress on the side? Who was pregnant this entire time?”
And she nodded miserably, ducking her head down, a fall of brown curls hiding her face.
“I only found out after he took off,” she whispered, shamefaced. “After he left, word on the street was that Gary,” and here she choked, “Gary,” she started again, “was keeping someone on the side. Had been with her for years,” she said. “Years.”
And I sat back flummoxed. I can be a shit, I can run over women, use them as fuckdolls, toss them once I’m done, my sperm spent. But I’d never even come close to this fuckhead. Getting married to one woman with a pregnant mistress on the side? That was seriously fucked up shit, this fucker had to be a sociopath.
“So dude has a new woman now,” I said slowly.
And here, Laurie took a deep breath.
“She’s not a new woman, she’s been his woman all along,” she said, her voice stiff. “I was the new woman, I just didn’t know it.”
And I shook my head, my heart going out to my best girl, taking her hand in a big palm.
“I’m so sorry, baby girl,” I rumbled quietly, looking her in the eye. “I’m so sorry this happened to you.”
And the little girl drew a shaky breath then, forcing herself to sit up straight and look me in the eye.
“It hurt when it happened, I won’t lie about that, but I try to see it as a stroke of good luck. At least I found out sooner rather than later,” she said with a rueful smile. “I could have been married to this guy for thirty years and known nothing, my entire life a lie.”
And I squeezed her hand encouragingly.
“That’s my baby,” I rumbled approvingly. “Keeping it real.”
And she smiled at me again, her eyes still a little watery, lips twitching a bit at the corners.
“So tell me Tucker, since we’re baring our hearts right now, where do you see yourself going? Not that the delivery business is bad at all,” she corrected hastily, “Just where do you see yourself in five years?”
Usually I get nasty at this line of questioning because most women are just fishing for my balance sheet, scoping out my prospective earning power. But with Laurie, it was different. It felt right to share something about myself, let her into my private world.
“I dunno,” I said slowly, our hands still entwined on the bedspread, lying next to one another nude, our juices drying on each other’s bodies. And yet it felt so right, completely comfortable. Despite the fact that we’d known each other less than a week, lying here, with her, was exactly where I wanted to be.
“I’m not sure,” I said honestly, with more feeling in my voice. Because that was the truth. Hunter and I are working on a dream and there are no promises, no guarantees in the wild west of start-ups. We’d devoted all our energy and countless resources to NYC Concierge, it was our baby but we were far from stable. Shit, we were still in beta stage, implementing all sorts of changes, hiring new folks as fast as we could, desperate to get warm bodies in the door for our booming business. And so it was impossible to answer the question with any accuracy, any assurance. But I had to try for Laurie, she was important enough to me that I couldn’t just feed her some bullshit.
“I’m not sure what’s next,” I started again for the third time. “I mean, the personal services sector is saturated but not totally so, and I like my job so maybe I’ll stay with the company for a while.”
There, that didn’t give anything away, and yet the answer was genuine, imbued with real emotion, my passion for the business. And the little girl could hear it because she squeezed my hand, shooting me a shy smile.
“Of course, you have to do something you believe in, no one can be happy if they’re grinding away at a meaningless job. It’s human nature,” she said with another smile.
And I just gripped her hand tighter, rising up on an elbow to stare into those beautiful brown eyes, warm pools of molten chocolate. I traced a finger along her jaw, dropping down to the elegant curve of her neck, marveling at the smoothness of her skin, the pure ivory laid out before me.
“You’re amazing, you know that?” I growled against her neck, lightly running my tongue along that sweet spot under her ear. “You are positively, absolutely, certifiably amazing.”
And she giggled a little, her small hands reaching up to stroke along my broad chest, my abs going tight at the soft caress.
“You are too,” she murmured, gazing into my eyes and the rush of emotion that swelled up into my throat took me by surprise, made my jaw clench, my eyes light with a fire within. Because Laurie’s genuineness, her sweet nature overwhelmed me and I was completely lost, a slave to this girl.
I didn’t hesitate then, I couldn’t.
“I have to have you baby girl,” I ground out into her ear, my hands ravenous now, stroking all over that curvy body, touching her breasts, jiggling them, twisting her nips in circles. “I have to taste.”
And she threw her head back and sighed.
“Of course Tucker, I’m yours,” she moaned breathily, her back arching, boobs rising into the air, the pink crests oh-so-delectable, my mouth watered and my cock punched out at the sight.
But I wanted more than just sex, or more accurately, more than just pussy sex.
“I want your ass,” I murmured into her mouth, my hands persuasive, my dick already grinding in hot circles against her hip. “Will you let me? Will you let me take your ass cherry baby girl?”
And Laurie’s eyes flew open at that.
“Wh-what?” she gasped. “Tucker … I’m not sure, I mean you just took my pussy one yesterday.”
And I nodded against her body, worshiping, a priest at the altar of the goddess, but oh fuck, I needed that ass.
“I know baby girl,” I murmured. “But I need it. I can’t explain it but I’m gonna fuckin’ die if you don’t give it to me, I’m gonna fuckin’ take it and it’s just a question of now … or later.”
She colored then.
“Is later really an option?” she murmured, bringing my face to hers and looking deep into my eyes, pools of caramel
I could drown in.
I shook my head.
“No,” I ground out. “I just said that to make you feel better.”
And she giggled then, throwing her head back as peals of laughter rang out in my bedroom. Fuck, Laurie was so beautiful, her body caked with bits of sperm here and there, nude, glistening, and ready for me. Suddenly the idea of moving in together wasn’t just a possibility, I was going to make it happen for sure.
So I bit her tit then, lightly taking a nipple between my teeth and applying pressure, making her squirm and squeal above me, the little bullet growing harder under my ministrations.
“I’ll make it good for you,” I promised. “It’ll be tight but good,” I amended, “I promise.”
She was still a little nervous but my touch on her body was distracting, lost to the sensations coursing through her breasts, her cunt. I swiped a finger between her legs for emphasis, and it came up wet, my digit glistening moistly. Fuck yeah, this was my girl for sure.
So I went for it. I knelt between her legs, pushing her knees up, staring down at the beautiful body, her tits on display, a carpet of glorious brown curls spread beneath her. She was like a princess on display, and I was the madman here to ravage her, slavering like a mad dog. Fuck me, I wasn’t good enough for her.
But the brunette laughed deep in her chest, reading my mind, her eyes knowing and purred deeply in her throat.
“Fuck me, Tucker,” she murmured, our eye contact electric, “Put it in my ass.”
And all thoughts of princesses and fairy tales went flying out of my mind. This was my slut and that was why I loved her, that fucking dirty mind, the eagerness to explore, breach every hole. So I leaned forward, kissing her twat, before lifting my head.
“Baby,” I ground out. “Spread your legs in a vee, spread those thick thighs, I need you wide.”
And slowly, oh so slowly, she lifted her toes until they were pointed at different corners of the room, her legs shapely and strong, the white, creamy skin beckoning to me.
“Perfect,” I murmured, staring at her rabidly. “Perfect.”
And with that, I rubbed my dick against her back hole, stirring against that tiny pucker. There was plenty of lube on my shaft already, I was so fucking turned on that the semen dripped in gusts off the tip, rivulets running down the shaft, coating my balls and the tops of my thighs.
But the girl squirmed below me, eyes wide.
“Tucker,” she gasped. “I need more lube, you can’t just go in there dry, I’ll tear.”
And I growled deep in my chest, leaning forward to take her mouth in a kiss once more, thrust my tongue into that wet cavern.
“That’s the point exactly, baby girl,” I grunted against her lips, “I’m here to do some damage, dry is best.”
And the brunette’s eyes flew open in shock, in horror, in fear. But I was just kidding. This was her first time and I didn’t want to force her into the hospital because of my rude, degrading ways. So gripping the tip of my penis, I circled the head around her clit, running it through her folds before fucking into her deep, pounding into that hot pussy.
“Ohhh!” she cried, twisting underneath me, those pink walls so hot, so tight, so wet around me, clutching me like a vise. “Ohhh!”
And I groaned deep in my chest.
“That’s right, baby girl,” I panted. “I’m lubing my dick up in your twat, getting it wet for you.”
And the brunette just twisted beneath me again, her cunt clutching my dick even tighter, sucking it in like a hoover, so strong, so powerful that I could hardly believe she’d been a virgin just two days ago.
“Oh fuck,” I grunted gutturally. “Fuck me.”
But I was supposed to be doing the fucking, I was a man with a mission and just a few seconds in her hot puss was enough, I was dripping with her juices now. I pulled my pole out and sure enough it was coated in a film of white, like I’d just dipped it in superglue.
“Fuck,” I grunted again. “You’re so wet,” I ground out.
But the girl was too lost, her eyes closed, riding the waves of sensation.
“Fuck me,” was all she sighed in return, her hips twisting futilely, desperate now that my dick was gone, her hole empty. “Do it.”
And I was only too happy to oblige. Shifting my hips down, I pointed my dick at her back door, nudging it against those tight pleats and pushed a little, thrusting with a smooth motion.
“Oh fuck!” she cried, tossing her head, stroking her nips as I ran myself up against that small pucker. “Oh fuck!”
“Baby,” I ground out, “Touch your clit, it’ll make it go in easier.”
And through her haze, Laurie heard me and slipped a small hand between her legs, rubbing her cunt, moistening her fingers in those sloppy wet folds. Immediately, her pucker gave a little as she relaxed, the tenseness running out of her body in flood of discharge.
But she was still tight, still an anal virgin and there was work to be done. So I took my dick in hand and forced it up harder against her anus, this time those sticky pleats opening up enough to take about a quarter-inch of meat.
“Fuuuck!” she squealed, hips writhing beneath me as her hand flew at her cunt. “Fuuuck!”
But I was intent on burying myself in her, forcing that ass to give it up. So I pressed forward once again and gratifyingly, my dick slipped about two inches up that tight anal canal, the dryness, the friction, such a fucking turn-on, it was so fucking dirty.
“Fuck baby girl,” I muttered, “feel my dick in you? Feel how it loves your ass?”
Because my cock was dripping jism now, I hadn’t come yet but I was like a leaky faucet, the good stuff already beginning to run out in a stream, lubing my way in. And grabbing a tit in each hand, seizing huge handfuls, I used them as leverage as I fucked my hips hard this time, pistoning deep up her butt, a relentless, driving fuckpole. And her sphincter popped then, giving it up, letting me in all the way. With a roar and a deep, sensuous slide, I fucked all the way in, my balls pressed up against her ass, the entire ten-inch length clamped between those dry rectal walls.
“Ohhhh!” she screamed, breasts heaving to the heavens under my hands, eyes open with surprise even as she tossed her head with ecstasy. “Oh fuuuuck!”
“That’s right, baby girl,” I rasped against her cheek. “Feel that up there? That’s my dick taking your butt, I just took your ass cherry.”
And the girl just screamed again, boobs heaving, her pussy running like a drain, juice dripping down to lube my cock as I worked it in and out of her back hole.
“Mmm, fuck,” I ground out, still restraining myself, trying to go slow because this was new to her. “Fuck.”
But my girl was resilient, a real butt slut, and she egged me on with breathy gasps, shocks of delight lighting her eyes.
“More,” she huffed. “More, Tucker, I want it deep in my ass.”
And I was only too happy to oblige. I began to pound her hard then, my balls slapping against her cheeks as I nailed her, again and again and again. And fuck, it felt so fucking good, I could feel her anal walls stroking every inch of my dick, the resistance so dry and tight, that after a few pumps, it was all over.
“FUUUUCK!” I roared, jetting deep spurts of sperm up her ass. “FUUUCK!” I growled, seizing handfuls of tit flesh as great gusts of white shot up her backside, christening that inner channel with its first taste of pure jizz, its first sample of male virility.
And the sensational feeling of hot juices spurting into her back chamber forced the girl over the edge as well. Her hand was a motor between her thighs as her butthole clamped down on my dick, shivers of ecstasy shooting out from our anal connection.
“Ahhh!” Laurie shrieked. “Oh fuck, my butt!”
And I just trashed it harder, lash after lash of hot white disappearing up that tiny channel, spreading my man milk, seeding her with the fertile brew. The brunette did her part too, her convulsions pulling my sperm deeper inside, up towards her GI tract, every shake of her rectum ma
gnifying the vacuum effect.
And after it was all over, I collapsed on her plush form, our bodies sweaty, glued together with a sticky film of various fluids.
“Fuck little girl,” I ground out. “You’re gonna kill me with this sex shit.”
And the brunette just tittered, her breasts jiggling as they cushioned my chest.
“I know,” she said sweetly. “And Tucker, I want more, again please.”
And with that, my dick came again, more semen pumping into her butt, twitching and jerking in her anal chamber. Because what I’d suspected all along was true. This little whore, my personal fuckdoll, was perfect for me in every way.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Laurie
I yawned, lazily, still in the tub. Tucker would be back soon and it was gonna be good times tonight, the way it is every night. Because I’ve moved in with him in the Tribeca loft, even though it doesn’t really belong to him.
“But when will your friends be back?” I asked, puzzled. “I mean, wouldn’t it be easier for you to move in with me, so that they don’t walk in on us … on us …” I murmured, a little shy.
But Tucker finished my sentence.
“Walk in on us having sex?” he said with an eyebrow lifted. “Baby there’s nothing more that I’d like. Fucking you in public, other dudes watching those tits bounce up and down as my dick goes in, jealous as fuck? That’s my dream, baby girl, that’s my dream.”
And I just laughed because the big man could be so impossible. Even when I tried to get serious again, he brushed off my question.
“Don’t worry, they’re sailing the Mediterranean for god knows how long,” he said nonchalantly. “I wouldn’t worry about them coming back and giving us the boot.”
“But surely they’ll be back sometime,” I said, puzzled. “I mean, this apartment is so gorgeous, who wouldn’t want to live here?”
But Tucker shrugged.
“I know right? But it’s their life not ours. And you, baby girl, are moving in stat.”
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