Right down my thighs went my panties, until they reached my ankles, where I kicked them to the side.
Is he going to come to me or just stand there and watch me? Please let him come to me.
He wasn’t coming and for a moment I felt self-conscious. He’d never seen me naked. What if he didn’t like me? What if my ass was too flat or when I turned around he thought my tits weren’t perky enough or my nipples were too dark or my pussy was too hairy?
Oh my God.
His fingertips touched my waist at the same time I felt the tip of his cock against the spot right above my ass. Then his chiseled chest pressed firmly against my back. He was naked.
I leaned my head back into his neck.
“Take me,” I told him.
His hand snaked around me and his fingertips pressed into my unshaven mound. He touched my clit and my legs twitched.
Unh. Mmm.
With his left hand he grabbed my hair and turned my head to meet my lips. He kissed me and I let him know how much I was craving his tongue. I reached for his with mine and sopped him up as I licked the taste from his mouth.
He rolled his fingers around my clit and I lifted my right leg a little, opening my pussy the best I could without reaching down and prying it open for him.
“You like that?” he asked.
“Uh huh.”
“Tell me.”
“I like it.”
I reached back and found his cock. God he was hard and he was big, bigger than Dominic, bigger than Kent. Fuck, he was big. I lifted up higher, and led his cock between my ass cheeks.
Wait, no, not there motherfucker!
He got the wrong idea so I had to lift even higher, guiding him to the wet spot between my legs.
“Baby,” he said. “It doesn’t work like that. You’re gonna have to lean forward or something.”
I was embarrassed. I was inexperienced, that’s true, but to have Pike teach me the Kamasutra was ridiculous. I froze up. I didn’t move. I felt stupid.
“Just relax,” he said.
I needed to get in control again and fast. I turned to face him and kissed him hard as I took his cock in my left hand and his balls in my right. I simultaneously ran my hand up and down him as I squeezed his balls.
I lowered to my knees and as I rolled his balls around in my right hand, I pulled his cock tight with my left, making his head fill up and turn purple, and as I jerked back to release the tension, I wrapped my lips around it and sucked. My tongue wiggled back and forth beneath the head.
The truth was, I didn’t really know what I was doing. But I’d tried this on Dominic the other night and I thought he was going to fuck my face right out the bedroom fucking window.
And Pike was no different.
He lifted up on his toes and his cock shoved up against the roof of my mouth. So I squeezed his balls hard.
“Calm the fuck down,” I warned him.
“Holy shit, where did you learn this shit?” he asked.
I didn’t answer him. I was busy. I was busy sliding my hand up and down his cock while my tongue worked circles around the head. I wanted to taste him. I wanted him to come in my mouth. It wasn’t until that moment that I realized I liked that.
I didn’t like the taste the first time on Dominic’s suitor visit but it had grown on me. Now, when Dominic did it I always swallowed. And I liked it. I liked the way he tensed up, the way his toes curled, the way he stopped talking and his legs twitched, and the way he gasped as he shot his load into my mouth. That was real power.
Power. I wanted power over Pike. All my romantic thoughts faded away the moment his dick touched my tongue. I was back to the old me and the old me was a power hungry whore. I wanted Pike to remember me tomorrow.
I closed my mouth a little as I lowered it over his cock, letting my teeth scrape at his shaft. He jerked in my mouth, nearly pulling himself out, but I squeezed his balls harder.
“Stay still,” I said as I pulled off him with that smacking lips sound.
He stopped moving.
I glanced up and watched him in the moonlight, the bluish glow illuminating his tattooed torso. He was beautiful, so handsome, a real man’s man, and I had him by the balls…literally.
“You like this?” I asked, returning the favor from earlier.
“Fuck yeah,” he answered.
“Say it like you mean it,” I said as I scraped his cock again with my teeth.
“Oh mother…fucker…yeah!” he yelled.
“You thought I didn’t know what I was doing,” I said as I pulled my mouth off him and fist fucked him in the moonlight.
I worked his cock hard, rubbing probably too hard. He’d be raw in the morning. And when I dug my fingernails in slightly as I jerked him, he howled and stepped back one step. I didn’t let him go far. I pulled his ass right back into my clench and kept fucking him with my hand.
“I think you know exactly what you’re doing,” he said. “But I think you’re putting way too much thought into this. You want to own me.”
“I do own you,” I reminded him. “You’re my fellow. I’m your Dove.”
“Then let go and let me show you what a real man can do to you.”
“Show me,” I said.
Two words. They were just two words. But apparently those two words held the weight of the world and would be two words I’d never forget.
Even now they echo through my mind. Show me…show me…show me.
Because he did. Fuck, he did.
Pike pulled me up to my feet, pushed my naked body over to one of the large rocks by the river, bent me over it, and whispered roughly into my ear, “Hold on tight.”
He kicked my legs open, and I don’t mean nudged them, he kicked my right heel and then my left and I was open wide as fuck. Juices ran down my leg. I was soaked, drenched, dripping for him. My pussy ached. It wanted to be filled, to be owned, to be reminded of what it was made for.
Then I felt the head of his giant cock press against me, perfect aim, and all it took was one slight thrust. I was tight. I had to be being nearly still a virgin. Nearly. But my pussy was craving his cock so badly it seemed to swallow him whole.
He plunged into me, filling me, his wide cock rubbing the inner walls of my pussy, pressing hard against my insides.
My tits scraped the rock. I lifted a leg, trying to climb the rock or something. I don’t know what the fuck my leg was trying to do, honestly, it seemed to have a mind of its own. But whatever it was doing was right because I was spread even more open.
Pike’s hands gripped my hips and he drove into me. He fucked me and fucked me and fucked me.
“Fu..uu…uuu…uuk me!” I cried out in pieces. It was meant to be one word but it shook from my throat as if it had been lodged in there and was finally dropping free.
“Yes,” I yelled. “Fuck me. Fuck me, Pike! Fuck me!”
Something slapped my clit, cracking against it like a whip, over and over as he thrusted into me. I realized it was his balls. They were hitting me, whipping me, joining in on the thrashing of my pussy.
My head hit the rock and I nearly blacked out, but I was brought back to reality as his cock drove into me.
“Over here,” he said as he scooped me up and led me to the grass where he pushed me down onto my stomach.
I nearly collapsed there, having no energy to hold myself up. My pussy throbbed, beating along with my heart, pulsating as if a blood pressure sleeve had been wrapped around it and pumped up. I slapped an empty palm against the grass and pushed my head up.
“No, head down,” he warned me as I felt him reach to my hips and pull my ass up. “Once I’m inside you can fall down again.”
“What?” ‘I asked, not understanding his plan.
Then I felt him enter me again roughly.
“Ohhh fuck!” I yelled.
“Yes!” he replied.
He plowed me into the grass and I couldn’t keep my ass up. I tried but I couldn’t. He was punishing me, fucking me so hard
I’d never forget him and I had the feeling he’d be able to do this every night going forward.
As my pussy splashed against the wet grass, my body splayed out, he fucked me harder. His cock never left me, only pulling out about halfway with each yank back and shove in. He’d found his rhythm and knew the exact length to pull out to and what angle to push back in.
I felt his pubes against my ass cheeks. And I loved it. I loved feeling him, his cock inside, his balls slapping, his pubes scratching.
“Fuck me, Pike! Come inside me!”
“Oh I’m gonna fucking come inside you. You just wait. Wait. Fucking wait.”
He kept repeating the word wait with each thrust. Then I couldn’t wait anymore. I was going to come. I knew it was coming. Something was brewing. Something was building up to the point I felt that I might explode.
“I think I’m gonna come,” I yelled.
“Yes, baby. Come for me. Come for me. I want you to fucking come for me, you hear me?”
He was in control again, barking orders, and I think I needed him to be at this point. I wasn’t going to come if I was in control. Relinquishing it was part of the turn on. Letting it go at exactly the right moment. And I was about to truly let it go.
Oh fucking shit. What the fuck is that? What is that? Oh…oh…oh what is that?
My body twitched, my legs quivered, and my ass popped up in the air, shoving him into me harder than he’d been pumping before. Then the heat came. It was like a shot of whiskey had pumped all through my body and settled in a pool somewhere in my pussy. I came. And he didn’t stop. He fucked it out of me.
He kept fucking me, driving into me, as I coated his cock.
Then, when I was done, and I couldn’t move, he leaned into my ear and whispered, “I’m gonna come, okay?”
“Are you kidding me?” I asked. “Do it, baby.”
That seemed to be all he needed to hear, my permission, my go-ahead. He pumped inside me a few more times, then with one final super deep thrust, I felt it shoot from the head of his cock, hot and wet, splashing inside me.
I loved the warmth, the closeness, the feeling that he’d given me something special. He’d given me his all and it was all I’d ever wanted.
He collapsed on top of me, his naked body pressed firmly against mine, his chest to my back. Then he pulled me to the side where we spooned on the damp grass.
“I fucking love you,” he said.
“That’s sweet,” I joked. “I think I fucking love you, too.”
After a few more minutes of lying there and trying to catch our breath, we found our clothes and headed back to the suitor cabin, where we fucked again before sleeping peacefully, his arms wrapped around me, his limp cock pressed against my back. It was wonderful.
***
Of course Dominic was waiting when I got home. Pike was now my second husband but we both thought it in bad taste to go barging through the door hand in hand. Dominic deserved more than that. So I entered first. I found him in the kitchen stirring something that looked disgusting. Random ingredients sat on the counter: vanilla, cinnamon, a basket of eggs, corn, flour, beets…and he kept mixing.
“Dom,” I said. “I’m back.”
“I figured as much,” he said.
I walked to him and put my chin on his back. He didn’t turn to face me. He didn’t want to look at me.
“Did you have your alone time?” he asked.
I didn’t answer and that was all the answer he needed.
“So when will he be moving in?” he asked.
“As soon as you’re at peace with it.”
He kept mixing until I reached around his body and steadied his hands. I placed my palms against the backs of his and held them still.
“Dominic, we need to talk. I need you to turn and face me.”
He took a deep breath which pushed my chin off his back a little. Then he turned and faced me. I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his chest. After a minute or so I felt his hands settle on the small of my back. He was warming to my touch.
“I really did want to be alone,” I told him. “Something’s wrong with me sometimes, I think.”
He remained quiet so I continued.
“I get angry and I lose myself. I don’t know why but something stirs me up and I just want to lash out. It seems to work during sex.”
“It works,” he agreed.
“But at other times…”
“You’re fine,” he said. “You thought she was attacking us…attacking him. You did what had to be done.”
“You think?”
He lifted my head up and kissed me gently on the lips.
“I’m okay with him coming into our home. I knew what I was getting into when I asked to be your fellow. He protected you yesterday and that was good enough for me. I know with him around you’ll be okay…but don’t ask me to be cheery around him. In all honesty, I don’t like him. I think he’s an asshole, and to think that he was with you last night…”
He yanked a hand from my back and slammed his fist down on the counter.
“To think he was with you last night hurts a little but I knew you’d have the suitor visit eventually so in an odd way I guess I’m glad it’s over with.”
Me too, believe me.
“Just bring him in,” he said finally, turning back to the mixing.
As I started to walk toward the door, he turned once more and said, “Promise me that on my days it’ll be just you and me. I want to believe I mean something to you and that you want those days for us.”
I smiled and I felt a glow inside. This guy truly loved me. Did Pike? I was pretty sure he did too.
“I promise.”
***
Later that day, after scrubbing up and showing Pike to his room, I made my way out to the chapel. I knew the Seven would be meeting to discuss the day’s events. The town seemed tense as I walked through. The usual sound of kids running through the green park areas between the houses was nonexistent.
People did walk the community. They always did. But this time instead of doing it for exercise or simply to visit neighbors, they all seemed to be trying to get a glimpse of the chapel and find out what was going on inside.
Any Dove was allowed inside a meeting but most didn’t get involved in town decisions. To do so would mean taking on a responsibility that most wanted nothing to do with. I was eager to hear the story of the visitors and to see the face of the woman I’d attacked. I hoped she was okay and could forgive me.
As I neared the chapel I saw that Bentley and his crew were outside fixing the panels the bike had smashed through. The machine was nowhere in sight but its tracks were still planted firmly in the grass.
Bentley saw me approaching and gestured for his men to keep doing their jobs while he broke away to see me.
“You okay?” he asked.
God, he was gorgeous. Such a man. But not a man in the way that Pike was. He wasn’t rough and burly or dangerous looking. He looked like he’d be an elegant date for a fancy ball, only he wore stained jeans and a button up plaid shirt. His close-cropped hair was so clean and manly. He was the kind of guy who’d make love to you when you needed it tender, fuck you when you needed it rough, then go fix the kitchen sink like he’d promised. Oh, Bentley. Another reason Lauren was so lucky.
“I’m fine,” I said. “Have a new husband now.”
I don’t know why I said it. Now that I think back, it’s like I wanted to see if Bentley would be jealous or something. But jealous of me? He was more like a father than a potential suitor. Plus, he was a taken man. But still, I hoped he would flirt enough to let me know I was a woman in his eyes.
“Well, Pike’s a lucky man,” he said.
And there it was. A lucky man. Bentley did think I was a catch.
“How’s Dominic taking it?” he asked. “I remember how I felt when Connor came into the family.”
“You talking shit about me again, Bent?” Connor called out as he kicked a soccer ball at
us.
“And there’s the yuppie dog now,” Bentley joked.
“A fuckin’ yuppie, come on!” Connor said as he playfully punched Bentley on the arm.
These two men take turns fucking Lauren. That’s the life I want. I want my Dominic and Pike to be Bentley and Connor.
“Connor, if you weren’t here in this community, you’d be wearing short white shorts, a sweater vest, and would be warming up out on a tennis court right now,” Bentley said as he put up his dukes to spar with Connor.
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