by Vivian Ward
“I don’t know. Maybe when we figure something out about the apartment? I need to give them written notice. I figured I could drop it by when I get the rest of my things.”
“Why? Why do you care if you give it to them in writing? It’s not like you’ll work again. You don’t have to worry about leaving in good standing.” I asked her as I pulled the covers down and we got into bed.
“Oh no. That’s not how I operate. What if things don’t work out between us? I’m not putting myself in that position, and I’m not doing it to my kids either.”
“Are you saying that you don’t think this will work? I told you before; you’re mine now, and you’re not going anywhere. Not back to work, not back to the ghetto, nowhere.”
“I don’t know who you think you’re ta—”
Before she could even get the next word out of her mouth, I cupped her face and started kissing her. She resisted at first, pushing me away, but I pulled her closer and shoved my tongue further into her mouth.
After a minute of exploring each other’s mouths, her hands eased up as she grabbed onto my shoulders. Reaching between her legs, I felt the moistness of her panties through her nightgown. My cock instantly got hard as I thought about entering her soft, warm slit.
Trailing kisses from her ear down her neck, she was getting wetter by the second. The urge to consume her kicked in as I reached her navel and watched her heaving breasts rise and fall with each staggering breath she took. Sliding her panties off one leg at a time, I exposed her glistening pussy and started licking her clit, swirling my tongue in circles around it as she thrashed under the sheets.
“Don’t stop,” she panted.
I never had any intentions of quitting. The taste of her sweet nectar was enough to make me eat her pussy all night long. Using my tongue, I deliberately took long, slow strokes up and down the length of her pussy, savoring her flavor.
Tonight, for the first time, she was my Goddess in the bedroom, and I had every intention of giving her the royal treatment. While she moaned and breathed heavily, I slipped a couple of fingers inside her as I ravenously ate her pussy until she was coming all over my face. I refused to stop until my chin was completely drenched, covered in her juices.
When I was satisfied, I dropped my pants on the floor as I climbed on top of her, taking her missionary style. My raging hard-on was intensified by the sounds of her ragged breaths, still panting and moaning from the intense orgasm she just had. Her pussy was nice and slick, allowing my dick to glide right into her inviting hole. Impaling her with the length of my shaft, I worked her pussy vigorously.
She was so tight that I had to pace myself to keep from busting a load right inside her within the first couple of minutes. It had been so long since I’d had sex I was amazed at the control I was able to maintain. I buried myself deep inside of her and stopped, holding it there for a minute, allowing her to feel the same pleasure that I was experiencing.
“How bad do you want it? Tell me how hard you want it.”
“I…oh my God, I want you bad. Don’t stop, keep going.”
“Say it!” I grabbed her hair, wrapping a fistful around my hand. “Make me want to fuck you or I’ll stop right now,” I growled in her ear.
“Fuck me! Please!”
That was all I needed to hear. Plowing into her, I plunged my cock deep into her, filling her to the hilt before I started pounding her pussy and slapping her ass. Hand prints covered her ass and outer thigh as I got carried away and caught up in the heat of the moment.
Her back arched and moans escaped her mouth when I found her G-spot and coaxed her into an electrifying orgasm. She was cumming so hard that her legs wrapped tightly around my waist; her nails dug into my back leaving shards of skin behind like tiny tire tracks, and her pussy gripped onto my cock, refusing to let go.
The feeling of her tightening around my shaft pushed me over the edge. Thick, ropy streams of cum shot out of the head of my cock like lava out of a volcano, filling her to the brim.
Only when I started to soften was I finally able to slide my cock out of her and as I did, a wide trail of cum leaked out of her. Tossing her a towel, she cleaned herself up before I did. After we had dressed, I noticed a beautiful glow about her. Her radiant skin seemed as I drank in her complexion.
“What?”
“Nothing. I’m just looking at you. You’re so beautiful.”
“Do you think we’ll ever actually fall in love?”
“Depends,” I shot a dirty grin in her direction. “I haven’t seen you in full action yet. I did all the work tonight.”
She playfully hit me with her pillow. We laid in bed talking until Carter woke up for his feeding. After she had finished nursing him, we fell fast asleep as we cuddled in bed.
For the first time, I finally started to feel a connection to her. All this time I’d been trying to break down her walls and get past her barrier, and now it was like I could finally see the light.
We still have a tough road ahead of us, but I doubt there will be many bumps. I think she’s finally starting to come around. Enveloping her in my arms, I drank her in rich, sensual scent. She smelled like heaven; fresh, rich and clean. Nikki trotted into our room bright and early, stirring us from our slumber.
“Momma?” she nudged Tasha. “Momma? Why are you in here? The baby’s crying.”
“Oh, thank you, sweetheart. I’ll get him right now.”
I watched her sweet ass prance out of the room as she went into the nursery with Nikki in tow. This was the kind of life that I could get used to. After she had fed the baby, she brought him to me so she could make breakfast. Nikki and I played with the baby until it was time to eat.
“When am I going back to daycare?” Nikki asked.
“Huh? Oh, I don’t know, baby,” Tasha glanced at me to help her answer that question.
“Don’t you like staying here and hanging out with us? You know, you start kindergarten before too long. You’ll make plenty of friends there.”
“I guess, but I miss playing with my friends and seeing my teacher.”
I felt bad. I hadn’t thought of how much a kid would like going to daycare to see their friends. “You like playing on the computer and learning new games, right?”
“Yeah,” she twisted the bottom of her shirt.
“I’ll tell you what. I have an idea. How about if I let you play on my computer a little each day before I work? And when you’re not playing on the computer, you can play with your new brother. Maybe your mom can even take you to the park or out shopping. Would you like to do those things?”
“Yeah! I want to play on the computer! That’s fun!”
“Okay, after breakfast, I’ll have your mommy let you on the computer while I take a shower. Does that sound good?” As silly as it is, I love making that little girl light up.
“Yes! Will you do that mommy? Will you get me on the computer? I like playing that one game where you have to race the mouse against the clock to count!”
Tasha looked at me in confusion with her eyebrows rumpled and her eyes cocked. “What is she talking about?”
“Oh, I have it bookmarked. When you get on the browser, you should see it in my bookmarks. It might even be in my history. I think it’s called ‘learning mouse’ or something like that.”
“Shouldn’t be too hard. I think I can find it.”
After finishing up breakfast, I headed upstairs to take a shower. I’ve never been able to sit down and work comfortably unless I’m clean. Getting out of the shower, I heard what sounded like stomping coming toward the master bedroom.
Nikki must be running again.
The thudding grew closer and closer before the bedroom door slammed open, banging against the wall.
Shit!
I grabbed a towel and hurriedly threw it around my waist before she stormed into the bathroom and saw me naked. I was shocked when I saw it was Tasha with the way she flung the door open. Her glacier, angry eyes stared a hole through me as she
pursed her lips.
“What?”
Whatever I did wrong, she’s pissed.
But what could I have possibly done? Especially while I was only in the shower. I instantly regretted asking her what as soon as the word left my mouth. Judging by the look on her face, it was the worst mistake I’d made by far.
Tasha
I can’t believe I slept with a man like him. The thought of him seeing and touching me while I was naked suddenly repulsed me. This man has some serious issues.
When you think you know someone, you better think again. Trapped in his love spell, I was starting to fall for him. His soft touch, warm kisses, and blissful oral skills were all a setup.
How could I be so stupid?
I should have seen it coming a mile away, but I guess I turned a blind eye. After he had left the kitchen to take a shower, I took Nikki into his study to get her on the computer since he said she could play on it.
While I was busy looking through his bookmarks on his computer, I saw something that caught my eye. Well, not exactly caught my eye, but it piqued my curiosity.
I found a folder in his bookmarks that was labeled ‘Slow Cooker Recipes.' At first, I thought: this man doesn’t cook. Or did he?
Maybe he used to cook after his wife died when he had to do it for himself because since I’ve been here, he’s only made one breakfast and that’s because I was too exhausted to get up early.
Figuring I could look at some of his favorite recipes to make them for him, I clicked on the folder and noticed all the ‘recipes’ were labeled ‘Recipe 1, Recipe 2 and so on.' There must have been over a hundred recipes!
I thought man; this dude loves him some Crockpot shit. My eyes damn near fell out of my head when I started clicking on the links and all this porn started popping up! His loud ass speakers were on too, which didn’t help matters.
I rushed Nikki out of the room, shutting the door behind us before I took her to her room to play while I confronted Sir Jacks-A-Lot! Storming into the master bath, I flung the door open. His eyes looked like a deer caught in headlights, and he tried to cover himself with a towel.
“What kind of sick person are you? I found your little treasure trove!”
“My what? What are you talking about?”
Oh, he plays dumb real good!
“Don’t give me that shit. You know exactly what I’m talking about. If I had known what kind of pervert you are, I wouldn’t have let my daughter get on your computer!”
It was like a light bulb went off inside his head. His face went from confused to a look of recognition as he realized what I was talking about.
He started to say something but stopped. I wasn’t breaking my stare. Nope. I was standing my ground, maintaining eye contact while waiting for an explanation.
“I think I know what you’re talking about. Did you happen to find my slow cooker recipes?” he swallowed hard. I watched his Adam’s apple move slide up and down his neck.
“Yeah, I found your damn ‘cooking’ recipes. Why would you label them that? You don't want anybody to know what kind of perv you are? Huh?”
“No, that’s not it. I mean—yes, but you don’t understand. Sometimes I have to share my desktop with clients when I’m doing presentations for advertising gigs. I don’t want the clients to see a huge collection of all my favorite porn sites, and I’m not a pervert. If you had given me the chance to explain myself before jumping down my throat, you would know that.”
He stared at me; I presume waiting for an apology but I didn’t have anything to be sorry about.
“I didn’t always have that folder. After my wife died, I still had urges, but I didn’t want to go out and sleep with just anyone. I’ve never been that kind of guy.”
“Ha! Are you kidding me? Look at you. You’re handsome as hell, and you’re telling me that you didn’t want to sleep with just anyone? You could have any girl you wanted. I don’t believe what you’re telling me for one minute.”
“It’s true! I swear. You can talk to my sister, or better yet, some of my buddies. I haven’t slept with anyone—except you—since she died. I have no reason to lie. You can believe the truth or believe what you want, but I’m being honest.”
He was dead serious. His eyes turned as gray and cloudy as the sky on a rainy April day. I could see the pain and the truth behind his expressionless face.
If there were any doubt in my mind before, it was gone now. I started feeling guilty for accusing him of being a monster. The harsh reality was that he had been lonely for the past few years, and this was his only solace to take care of business without inviting random girls into his bed.
“I don’t know if I’m more pissed that I clicked the links thinking I was going to find some of your favorite recipes or that your speakers were on, and I had to run Nikki out of your office.”
“I’m sorry. When she played on my computer yesterday, she wanted to hear the game’s music, so I turned the volume up. I’ll take care of those ‘slow cooker recipes’.”
While the sex with him was amazing last night, I’m still torn about things. Part of me wants to embrace our relationship and try to move it to the next level to make this family thing work, but the other part of me wants to put a brake on things.
I’m still learning to trust him and finding his, uh, Crockpot recipes didn’t exactly give me a warm, cozy feeling. I understand why they are on his computer, and they were there before any thought of us getting together ever popped into either of our heads, but it still doesn’t sit right with me. Maybe I'm too picky.
Nobody’s perfect, including me. I have my baggage that he has to deal with, too. He only wanted a child with his wife, which he didn’t get. Instead, he got me, Nikki and a baby that he wanted, although not the baby that he wanted. There’s no doubt in my mind that he loves Carter, but when we both signed those papers, we didn’t know what we were bargaining for.
I also know that when Nikki gets older, she’s going to question who her real dad is. Blake might be good to her, but she’s not his. That’s a whole other ballgame we’ll have to play when we cross that bridge.
The phone rang while I was busy making dinner. I could hear him talking to someone, but I couldn’t tell who it was. Craning my neck to see who the mystery caller was, he mouthed to me that it was his sister.
He’s told me plenty about her, but from the sounds of it, she’s a tough cookie to please. I know she’s been against the surrogate thing from the get-go, and she’s not even made one attempt to stop in to meet her new nephew. Although, by the sounds of the conversation, it sounded like she might be doing that soon.
Listening in, I heard him explaining that she’s in for an even bigger surprise when she gets here.
Oh, God. He must be talking about Nikki and me.
It was impossible to eavesdrop on the entire conversation with carrying Carter and Nikki running around the kitchen while flipping the food in the pan. I’m sure she’ll be thrilled to hear that his surrogate and her daughter are living here now. I waited for him to get off the phone and come into the kitchen so I could figure out exactly what was going on.
“That was Stephanie,” he took the baby out of my arms to give me a break while I started the potatoes. “She’s coming over tomorrow for lunch.”
“Really? I thought she was against you having a bi-racial baby.”
This will go over just swell! Not!
“Yeah, she wants to meet him. I told her about you and Nikki.”
“What did she have to say about that?”
“Eh, not too much. I guess we’ll see how it goes when she gets here, but I told her to be on her best behavior.”
Worried about making a good impression on Stephanie, I spent the rest of the evening cleaning the house. Everything sparkled and shined by the time I was finished with it.
The only problem is that I didn’t get to finish every room like I wanted to and since I had to stop frequently to nurse Carter. I didn’t get to bed until almost 3 AM. W
hen morning came, I was a complete wreck.
My hair looked horrible and the bags protruded so prominently from under my eyes that I looked rough and beaten up. Getting breakfast started, I stopped to nurse Carter and wake up Nikki while the sausage sizzled in the pan. Blake woke up looking refreshed as ever.
Of course he would, though, he didn’t help clean one bit of the house or get up to nurse the baby, so he was nice and rested.
“Do you want me to take care of the kids so you can get yourself ready?” he asked as he made his way over to the bassinet to pick up Carter.
“Is it that obvious that I look like hell?”
“I’m not saying that. I know better than to tell a woman she looks like hell, but I figured you could use a hot shower. You didn’t come to bed until really late last night, and I felt you get up twice when the baby was crying.”
“Yeah, I was trying to get this place in order, so when your sister comes over, it looks decent.”
“I think it looks great.”
Rushing around after breakfast, I tidied up the kitchen, straightened the living room that Nikki tore through like a Tasmanian devil and jumped in the shower. The hot water felt revitalizing on my body as I scrubbed away all the filth and grime from my skin.
By the time I got out, I felt like a new person. Dabbing on a bit of lotion and perfume, I applied a light coat of makeup and put on my best dress before fixing my hair.
I need to get my hair done.
It’s become so unruly since I haven’t been to my hairdresser. Being in the hospital, coming to live here and taking care of two little ones has kept me on my toes to say the least. I ran around the house making a few last minute preparations when I heard the doorbell ring. When I opened the door, his sister was standing on the other side.
“Oh, hello. Are you Blake’s sister, Stephanie?”
“Yes. Are you the maid?”
Taken aback by her rude comment, I didn’t know what to say.
She knows damn well that he’s never had a made. How fucking rude!
