by J. L. Beck
The sound of a door opening pulled me from my lustful thoughts and I twisted in his arms until I realized we were in my house.
He was in my house.
I wanted Jake and I knew the only time I would allow myself this moment would be if I were, nearly drunk. Sober Mia was too careful and good to make a choice like this.
Without thinking the thought through I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and forced his mouth down to mine.
Sparks of pleasure shot through me as soon as our lips touched. Every ounce of pain that I had endured because of this man was put into that kiss.
“Mmmm…” Was that me?
I opened my mouth slightly as I felt the intrusion of Jake’s tongue against the seam of my lips. I gasped for air as his tongue entered my mouth mingling with my own as his hands gripped my soft curves holding me tightly against his chest. There was a need I couldn’t explain in his kiss but I wanted it, and I wanted it badly.
“Fuckkkkkk…” He growled against my mouth, kissing me more fiercely than he had been before. His lips were bruising mine and I wanted more, so much more.
“Fuck me!” I practically begged, gasping for air.
“Mia…” The way he said my name made it sound like he was in pain.
Maybe he doesn’t want you like that?
“Put me down,” I ordered. I might be drunk but I wasn’t stupid.
“Wait… What the hell Mia?” Jake growled as I slithered out of his hold, shoving him away from me all in one motion. I was swaying on my feet as I stared up at him. He was so handsome it was almost sickening.
“I’m not a fucking push over Jake! If you didn’t want me you could’ve said so…” I snarled my lip wanting to attack him with my teeth.
He ran a hand through his short brown hair and exhaled a ragged breath. “I don’t want you Mia….” My heart deflated sinking into my stomach. “I fucking need you. It kills me knowing you’ve been doing this all alone. That I hurt you, and that you’re still aching from the pain.” Tears sprang from my eyes and I wiped at them with the back of my hand refusing to be seen as weak.
“If you fucking needed me you would’ve been here… now give me what I want or leave…” My nails dug into my palms in frustration and that frustration only seemed to mount as soon as I saw the cocky smirk crest Jake’s lips.
“What is it that you want Mia?” He stalked towards me like a lion hunting its prey. I could feel my heart beating furiously against my rib cage.
Could he hear it too?
“You. Your cock. I want it. Inside me.” I made no fuss about what it was that I wanted. Drunk Mia, could hold her own. It was sober Mia that had a problem stating her opinion.
“Do you?” Jake leaned in his large frame crowding mine, his breath fanning against my ear. I could feel one of his hand drop down to my thigh, but I had other plans. I didn’t want him to make love to me. No. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to piece me back together just like he ripped me apart.
“Yes… I do, but I don’t want you to make love to me Jake.” My voice took on a darkness it never had before, as I reached for the zipper on the side of my dress. The house was so quiet, that you could hear each tooth of the zipper coming undone.
“You want me to fuck you?” Jake questioned, his eyes piercing mine. I bit my bottom lip, suddenly feeling self-conscious. The dress dropping to the floor in a heap the next second. I reached my hands up out of instinct to cover my boobs even though Jake had seen them before still, that was four years, and one child ago. My body didn’t look the same anymore.
“Don’t…” I took a step back not wanting him to touch me but knowing that if he did I would only be dragged further into his charm.
“You’re just as beautiful if not prettier than the day I met you, Mia.” Jake smiled making my body warm all over. This was the man I had spent countless hours over crying. The man I had hid an entire life from, and he still wanted me. I was different now, but not so different that I wasn’t me.
This man loved me, unconditionally, and even if I didn’t want to admit it out loud I had to at the very least admit it to myself.
Pushing my emotions to the back of my mind I covered the step I had to take backward, stopping once my bare breast touched his shirt clad one.
“I still want you….” My voice was weak, and swimming with emotion but Jake ignored that. He let me have this moment with him because somehow, some way I figured he knew I needed this.
“And I still want you…. Your body…” He lifted a hand cupping my breast in one of his hands while rubbing the nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. The sensation was one I hadn’t felt in forever which caused my stomach to soar and my heartbeat to skyrocket. “Your reaction to my touch is the same. Nothing has changed Darlin’... Nothing…” I licked my lips as I stared up at him with a yearning for so much more than just his touch.
Understanding flickered in his eyes and before I could muster up one single word he was sucking the nipple he had been rolling between his fingers into his hot, wet, mouth. His tongue flicked against the little bud, and my hands sunk into his hair, pulling him in closer to my chest.
“Yes!” I panted, my nails digging into his scalp as he manhandled me, lifting me up in his arms his mouth never leaving my nipple. I felt nothing, and everything all at once. My present and future were colliding deep inside of me. I was so caught up in my emotions that I didn’t realize that we had made it into my bedroom. Jake released my tit with a loud pop while dropping me onto the mattress below.
“I want to be gentle with you. I want to savior you. I want this moment to last forever but it won’t so I’m going to give you exactly what you want and next time… next time I’ll claim you nice and slow, marking every single piece of flesh on your body.” His promise was one I wouldn’t let him keep but instead one I would agree to right now just so I could have a taste of him.
I swallowed down the fear of the unknown and nodded my head yes while pulling him down on top of me. My entire body was on fire, and when Jake’s hands touched my skin it only made matters worse, fanning the flames of desire inside me.
“I need you!” I cried out, as he shucked out of his clothes. My eyes roamed over his tan chest, and well-defined abs and he smirked at me as I did so, loving the attention he was getting from me I was sure.
In one fluid movement, I was flipped over onto my belly, with Jake’s large hands spreading my thighs open.
“How many men have you been with since me?” His voice was filled with need, and as I shot him a look over my shoulder I could tell he was daring me to answer his question.
“One.” I sighed thinking he was going to end things before they got started.
“Good…” He growled, trailing two fingers down my ass crack, and to the entrance of my pussy. He gave me no warning as he sunk them deep into my tight hole, stretching me in the most delicious way.
“Ohhhhahhhhh…” The words that escaped my lips were completely made up. Waves of pleasure rolled through me faster than I could handle, making me gasp for air every time he slid in and out of me.
“I’ve missed this, your pussy. The sweet taste and aroma only you can give off.” I bit my lip to stifle the moan that wanted to rip from my throat as he continued to thrust his fingers upwards deep inside my channel. Tingles of pleasure shot up and down my spine, making my toes curl. I could feel Jake’s hot breath between my thighs and I wondered what it was he was going to do next.
“Just one taste. That’s all I need.” He whispered more to himself than me. As soon as his rough tongue touched my clit I was falling apart my release slamming into me harder than it ever had before.
I clutched onto the sheets while grinding my pussy against his hand, and face. While letting the pleasure consume me over and over again.
“Give me every drop Mia. I want to taste how much you’ve missed me….” He mumbled against my clit, his fingers sinking deeper into my cunt. My entire body was shaking with aftershocks of pleas
ure.
“Jake!!” I moaned his name, my body shuttering against the sheets. He gave my clit one last suck before pulling his fingers all the way out of me.
“I’ve missed you so fucking much…” He rolled me over onto my back, and our eyes collided. There were so many unsaid words that lingered between us…
“I’ve missed you too…” I whispered back, my voice low as I lifted a hand to his chest, placing my palm against his steady heartbeat. This was real. He was here.
Chapter Six
Jake
She made my body tingle and my heart race. It had been four years since I felt the emotions that were coursing through me. Mia owned me and I had known that since day one, still, I fought against fate, trying to run from something that I couldn’t outrun… love.
My cock was pressed against her warm entrance and practically begging me to slide into her as deeply as I could.
“Is this what you want?” I resisted the urges that were nearly overwhelming me just to be sure that this was what she wanted. I could see her visibly swallow and nod her head, yes, still that wasn’t good enough for me.
“Give me your words baby girl…” I growled, weaving one of my hands into her hair as I lifted her head brining our heads together until our foreheads touched. The smell of sex filled the air making me want her more, and more.
“Yes… I want this. I want you.” She moaned nipping at my bottom lip with a desperate need for pleasure lingering in her eyes. My tongue darted out over my bottom lip where she had bit me, the copper taste of blood tingling against my tongue. I was going to own this girl.
“Hold on baby, shit’s about to get rough,” I warned, keeping the one hand I had in her hair while dropping the other to her hip, so I could lift her ass with every thrust. A silly, orgasm induced smile lingered on her lips, as I slammed into her to the hilt my balls slapping against her asshole harshly.
“Ahhhh….” I couldn’t tell if her moan was out of pain or pleasure, and as I sat still ten inches deep inside her I told myself to hold on and let her adjust to my length. I didn’t know how long it had been since she was last with someone but when our eyes met again something told me it had been awhile.
“Did I hurt you?” I asked gritting my teeth, the desire to fuck her senseless overwhelming me. She shook her head, but her eyes said otherwise as they filled with unshed tears.
“Tell me if I do…” I growled, pulling out, my fingers sinking harshly into her supple flesh as I slammed back into her. I could hear the air leave her lungs as I sunk my body deeper into hers. Our hot breaths mingling together as we stared deeply into each other’s eyes.
“More…. I need you…” Mia cried out, her nails sinking into my shoulder hard enough to draw blood.
“Whatever you want baby girl…” I thrust upwards, lifting her hips with every movement. The sound of my balls slamming against her ass echoed through out the room couples with our moans of pleasure. I could feel the building of an orgasm in my stomach. She was so tight, so perfect, just like when I left. I wasn’t sure how long I would be able to hold off.
“Jake….” She sighed her lips barely touching mine as she spoke. I could hear my heart beat in my ears and the distinct flutter of Mia’s pussy. She was close to coming and I wanted her release all over my cock.
“Come for me baby, come all over my cock, just like you used too.” I wanted her to remember us, how good we were together, and how much pleasure I could bring her. She moaned and arched her back wards as if she couldn’t get enough of my cock. My grip on her hip was bruising, as I owned her pussy with every single part of me.
“Jake! I’m… I’m….” She couldn’t even get the whole sentence out before her entire body was shaking, her pussy squeezing me so tightly I was sure she was going to force my cock out.
“Yes baby girl, you’re coming, all over my cock…” I growled nipping at her ear lobe as I released my hold on her hair, and instead took her hips into my hands to fuck her into complete oblivion.
“Ahhhh….” Her moans of pleasure were everything to me as I muscled begged me to give into exhaustion, and my lungs burned with every breath I took. I wasn’t a religious man, but I prayed to whatever God there was, that Mia would remember this for the rest of her life. That she would remember and feel the love that I had for her because no matter what our fate was in her hands.
“Fuck Mia! Your pussy’s so tight, and your body is so beautiful….” I croaked my eyes, watching as her tits bounced up and down as I thrust harder and harder, feeling the distinct building in my stomach of an orgasm.
“Yes! Yes!” She moaned, arching forward more, my grip bruising as I slammed into her so hard I was sure she would feel me tomorrow. One more stroke, two more strokes, her pussy convulsed around me once more as she cried out with a second orgasm.
“Fuck!” I grunted, my release shooting deep inside her. Time stood still for a few moments as I slowly moved in and out of her, milking my cock of every single drop of semen until I grew soft. Mia owned me. She fucking owned me, and I wasn’t afraid to admit that anymore.
I looked down at my cock, and then to Mia’s swollen pussy. Cum was dripping out of her tight hole, and it was then as I eyed her pussy that I realized we hadn’t used a condom. We always used protection, except once or twice, though this was different.
“I’m sorry baby…” I spoke pushing a few strands of hair from her sweaty forehead. She looked up at me through sleepy eyes, a bewildered look marring her features.
“Why?” Confusion laced her words as she spoke. I lay down next to her pulling her into my chest, and wrapping my arms tightly around her.
“I didn’t use a condom, and we’ve always used condoms….” I felt as if I had betrayed her by not getting a condom out of my wallet and slipping it on.
“I’m safe. You’re safe. Plus, it’s not really that bad when you think about it….” She drifted off her words becoming slurred.
“Why’s that? I asked curiously loving the feel of her body against mine. I craved these moments when I was in the desert wondering if I would ever make it back home to her.
“How do you think… Lola got here?” There was a brief pause between her words and I pieced the entire sentence together in my mind, the air in my lungs turning stale as I realized what it was she had just said.
“Mia….” I urged her to answer me, but instead, I was greeted with a loud snore. If what she said was really true then that meant that Lola was mine, and if that was the case Mia wasn’t going to have a chance to stay no to me.
I thought longer about Lola, her cute little button nose, and big blue eyes.
“Fuck…” I muttered under my breath, it hit me then like a ton of bricks against my chest. Lola had my eyes, my blue eyes. How hadn’t I noticed that before?
I laid in silence feeling Mia’s warm body beneath my hands, analyzing over how much I had missed. It all made sense now, why Mia was so angry, and sad when she saw me. She had done all of this on her own.
But why? Because you broke up with her asshole.
I hadn’t hated myself more in my life than I did right now, knowing that I had a daughter with the woman I loved and that I had screwed it all up. I needed to find a way to make things right with Mia. I needed our family to come together. I wasn’t going to be that kind of Dad to my children, the kind that was absent and never cared for them.
“I’m sorry Mia. So fucking sorry…” I apologized out loud though I knew she wouldn’t remember a word I had said if she even heard it to begin with. I was a prick, a selfish idiot. I thought when I walked away from Mia I was saving her. I didn’t know I was leaving her all alone with a baby on the way.
I pulled her in closer to my chest, wanting to embed myself deep inside her. Even with her right here never to me it still seemed like we were a million miles away from each other, that space while it was my fault it separated us in the first place. Come morning I would get my emotions under control and confront her about what she told me, but for r
ight now I was going to relish in the feeling of the woman I loved being in my arms again.
Shutting my eyes slowly my thoughts drifted to Lola. The sweet little-blued beauty that I now knew was my daughter. I was a Dad, and I was going to be the best one I could be from this moment on.
Chapter Seven
Mia
I was never drinking again. Ever. The night’s events were a blur but the fact that I awoke next to Jake naked, with a delicious ache between my thighs told me all I needed to know.
Fuck! I swore internally to myself. I wasn’t strong enough to withstand his charm apparently hence the naked state of my body. Sucking in a deep breath I shrugged his hand off my arm, praying he wouldn’t wake up from the movement. There was a dull ache behind my eyes that was throbbing with every single breath I took and I was certain that I looked like a hot mess.
Shit! What time was it? I needed to be at the bakery baking, not rolling around in bed with a hot hunk.
“We really should talk.” I lifted a hand to my head pressing two fingers to the side of my temple. I didn’t want to talk. I just wanted to get a cup of coffee in me and forget about the mistake I had made last night by crawling into bed with him.
“I don’t really think we need to talk…” I retorted hoping he wouldn’t push the issue but knowing he would.
“Really? Because after what you told me last night I’m one hundred percent sure we should be discussing us but at the very least my our daughter Lola.” I twisted around at Lola’s name, anxiety bubbling to the surface at what he had just said. I blinked did he just say what I think he said?
“Did you just say our daughter?” I was shocked. I was terrified. But more than all of that I was confused because I didn’t remember anywhere in my blurry memory telling him that Lola was his daughter.
