She walks over and bends down to grab her thong, and I pounce on her, grabbing another condom. I slap her ass, my print now on one side while my teeth mark the other. “Don’t move,” I say as I put the condom on. She holds the bed as my hands grab her hips and pull her up just a bit so I can sink my cock into her.
“Not fair,” she says, looking over her shoulder. “I was supposed to ride you next.” I slap her ass again, and her eyes close. “Again,” she says, and I pull out and slam into her, slapping her ass again then rubbing it. I feel her hands grab my balls from under me, and I know she is ready to play with herself. I grab both her tits in my hands and squeeze them as I fuck her, the both of us panting and not saying anything as she plays with herself.
“I’m coming,” she finally says. “Don’t stop.” I couldn’t even if I wanted to, and for the second time in twenty minutes, I’m coming in her. I slow my pace and let go of her tits, and she falls on the bed. “You have to promise me,” she says, looking over her shoulder, “that you will do that to me every time I’m naked and bent over.” I throw my head back and laugh. “I’m not kidding. I don’t care if I’m in the middle of whatever. If I bend over, you have to fuck me just like that.” I slip out of her.
“What if I don’t?” I ask. She stands up straight and walks over to her side table and pulls out her vibrator. I glare at her.
“Then you are going to sit in that chair.” She points at the chair in the corner. “And watch me fuck myself.”
“You’re playing with fire,” I say, walking to her and grabbing the vibrator in my hand. “This can give you pleasure for a couple of minutes. But my mouth, my fingers, and my cock can make you come for hours.” Her eyes light up. “Rule number six, the next time this is in you, it’s me that is fucking you with it.”
Chapter 29
Candace
“I’ll get her,” I say from beside Ralph as he slips out of me. We have just finished another marathon of sex. I slip out of the bed, and I swear I can still feel him in me.
“What’s the matter?” he asks, getting up on his elbow.
“I still feel you in me,” I say, and he laughs.
“Next time, don’t tell me harder and then mock me that you can’t feel it,” he says, getting up and going to the bathroom. I slip his T-shirt on and walk to the bedroom, hearing Ari scream. “Good morning.” She sits in the middle of the crib waving her hands up and down. I pick her up and kiss her neck, then walk back out to my bedroom. “Where’s your daddy?”
“I’m here,” he says, coming out of the bathroom dressed in his boxers. “Good morning,” he says, reaching for her.
“I’m going to go make coffee,” I say. Walking into the kitchen, I see that the stool he leaned me over last night after we finished snacking is still on the floor. I smile as I make coffee and open the shades. Taking a bottle out of the fridge for Ari, I prepare it so it’s ready when he comes into the kitchen a couple of minutes later.
“Thank you, baby,” he says, kissing my lips. I clean up the mess we left in the kitchen. I spot an open condom wrapper in the middle of the kitchen and then look over at him as he picks another one off the couch.
“The condom wrappers are around the house like it’s confetti.” I walk around, picking up six.
“I need to get another box.” He winks at me. “Maybe even two.”
I don’t tell him that I’m on the pill. “I can order them in bulk if you want,” I say, pinning my hair on top of my head. “Do you want coffee?”
“Yes, and then I want you to come sit with us on the couch,” he says. I make two cups of coffee, then walk over to the couch, seeing Ari lying on the couch on her own with Ralph holding her bottle. “Here you go.” I hand him his coffee, and I laugh when I see my teeth marks near his nipple.
“What are your plans for the day?” he asks when I sit down and look down at my legs.
“I swear you would think I went to war,” I say, counting five bite marks that I have on my legs.
“That’s what you get when you sit on my face and don’t listen to orders.” He winks at me, and I am not even going to lie—I loved every fucking second of it.
“I have to try on dresses,” I say, “for the gala next week. Are you going?”
“You think you’re going without me?” he asks, leaning back on the couch.
“Well, I was going before you came into the picture,” I say. “And I didn’t really know what the rule was.”
“The rule is I’m by your side,” he says without thinking twice. “Unless you don’t want me to be.”
“Of course not,” I say. “I’m more worried about you. You have to keep some of your life private.”
“I’m not saying that I’m going to go and bang you in the coatroom,” he says, and I smirk.
“Fuck.” He looks at me. “You would let me bang you in the coatroom?”
“I mean, if it’s quick, and we are hidden.” I shrug. I don’t tell him that I have never even thought about doing it. But with his hands on me, I know that I would not say no. “So I will get a loose dress just in case.”
He shakes his head. “I already told Bernadette about it, so she knows it will be a late night.”
“I usually go with Layla,” I say, taking a sip of coffee. “Are you okay with that?”
“I don’t think I have ever met her,” he says. “I used to attend these things to show my face, take a couple of pictures, and then I’d duck out.”
“Did Cassie not like them?” I ask, and it hurts my heart to think about it.
“She never came to one.” He takes his cup of coffee. “She never thought she fit in, so I would go without her.”
“That’s too bad,” I say and then look at him. “Are you going to skate today?”
“No,” he says. “I planned to take the day off, thinking we could spend the day together.”
Smiling, I put my cup of coffee on the table and then cuddle up to him. “I like that,” I say. “Do you have enough milk for her?” I ask.
“We can take a drive and go get some,” he says.
“Or,” I say. “I can watch her, and you can go and pack a bag and spend the weekend here.” I look up at him. “With me.”
“Why do I feel like a piece of meat?” He bends down, kissing me.
“Because I plan to be using your meat.” I cup his thick cock. “A lot.” Ari sits up now and looks at us with a gummy smile. “Do you want to get changed and go for a walk?” I ask her, getting up and picking her up. “Go get dressed and get your things. Hopefully when you get back, she’ll be napping, and I can use your meat.” I walk away from him and change her going into my bedroom and placing her on the floor while I get dressed. Ralph kisses me and Ari right before he leaves, then he comes back and gives me a really good kiss, squeezing my ass right before finally walking out.
The number of bite marks and love bites I have is close to twenty-five. My breasts look like I was attacked by bees. I slip on jean shorts but have to change them out for pants when I look at myself in the mirror and can see all the marks. Slipping on loose brown linen pants and a white tank top, I walk back to the kitchen to get my phone. When we finally start to take a walk, she sits in the stroller and babbles. The three of us spend the whole day in my house. She naps twice, and while she naps, we get lost in each other. I think my moaning woke her up at least once. We visit the pool again, and when she finally goes down for the night, we head back to the pool this time naked.
The whole week we get into the routine of him getting up and taking Ari back to his house. He goes on the ice and then comes back to my house where we shower together, and then he leaves to pick up Ari after we both get our fill. The nights are usually spent watching television, and it usually escalates with me riding his face or riding him. “What’s going to happen tomorrow?” he asks when we crawl into bed.
“What do you mean?” I cuddle up to him, and my body just becomes alive when he’s around.
“I mean after the event. I d
on’t want to wake Ari up and drag her here,” he says, kissing my lips.
“I can come to your place if you want.” I try not to think that it’s Cassie bed that I’m going to be sleeping in. “Apparently, the glam squad is going to be here at three, and the car is going to be here at six.”
“Is Layla coming over?” he asks, and I nod. “Did you decide what you are wearing?”
“Yes.” Kissing him, I roll him over on his back and straddle him. I lean over him and grab a condom from the side table. “Now can you do me a favor?” I say, rolling the condom over his cock.
As I slide onto him, his hands come up and roll my nipples. “What is it?”
“Do you think you can fuck me hard enough that I’m going to feel you in me tomorrow night?” I ask as I rise and fall.
“Only one way to find out.” He flips me onto my back and fucks me with everything he has, and it’s wonderful.
“I need to soak in the tub when you leave,” I say when we have coffee the next morning, sitting down and wincing.
“Still have another round to go when she takes her nap,” he says and winks at me. I think he’s joking, but when he bends me over, grabs the hair from my neck, and pulls me back while he slams into me over and over, I know he came to play. “That should keep you until later,” he says when he pulls out of me. I want to say that it will, but ten minutes before Ari wakes up, I straddle him one last time. I kiss them goodbye, and when they leave, it hurts my heart to be away from them. I swallow it down, though, because it’s silly.
When Layla gets here, she brings a bottle of champagne, and I literally wince when I sit down. “Looks like someone finally got it in.”
“Oh, I got it in alright,” I say. “The man is a beast.”
She sits on the stool and then looks at me. “Did you fuck on this stool?” I nod as I take a sip of champagne, and she gets up and walks to the one next to me.
“That one, too,” I say, and her eyes travel to the other one with a question. “Yup.”
“Jesus Christ,” she says, taking a sip of her champagne.
“I wouldn’t sit on the couch either or the counter.” I point at the counter. “That wall.” I point at the one he picked me up and had his way with me. “He didn’t even take my clothes off.” I smile. “The table also.”
“Okay, how about this.” She goes to the kitchen and grabs some Lysol wipes. “Where haven’t you had sex?”
“The crib,” I say, and we both laugh.
Chapter 30
Ralph
“I shouldn’t be home that late,” I say to Bernadette when I hand over Ari. Ari smiles at her and then looks at me. “She had a bottle at three,” I say, and she smiles at me.
“We are going to be fine,” Bernadette says. “Why don’t you go out and have some fun? Enjoy your night.” I lean forward and kiss Ari on the cheek, telling her to be good before walking outside to the waiting car. The driver opens the door for me, and I get in, the tie tight around my neck. I haven’t worn a suit in forever, and even when I tried it on last week, I knew it was going to be tighter than before. I’ve gotten a touch bigger with all the training I’m doing. We make our way over to Candace’s house, and I can’t wait to see her. I hated saying goodbye to her when I left. It just felt wrong. I wanted to get ready with her. I wanted to sit with Ari on the bed while she got her shit done, and then I wanted to mess her hair up.
When we pull up to the house, I get out of the car, and I’m almost running. Should I ring, should I knock? I don’t even know what to do. Fuck, should I have gotten her flowers? Before I can answer myself, the front door opens, and I stop in my tracks. She looks . . . I can’t even explain how she looks because there are no words that would do it justice.
“Well, hello there, handsome.” She smiles, and her eyes light up as she walks toward me, her long leg peeking out from a slit in the front. I put my hands on her arms, and I look down at her. She is wearing a one-shoulder light blue dress that makes her eyes pop. Her one sleeve is cut open so you can see her arm, and it’s cuffed at her wrist.
“You look . . .” I start to say, rubbing my thumbs up and down her arms. “You look.”
“Yeah, we get it, Romeo.” I hear a female voice say from behind her. “She looks good.”
Candace puts her head on my chest and laughs. “Layla’s cranky.” She leans back, and I kiss her lips and feel gloss on my lips.
Layla walks past us and looks over her shoulder as she says, “You would be cranky, too, if you were standing all day.”
“Why was she standing all day?” I slip my hand into hers and bring it to my lips.
“I was standing all day,” Layla says once she gets to the car and looks back at us, “because you’ve defiled every surface in the house.” She bends to get in the car, and Candace laughs, getting in after her.
“We didn’t defile the whole house,” I say, getting in. “I’m Ralph, by the way.”
“Layla.” She leans forward. “Nice to meet the man who made this one sit on ice packs all day.”
Candace gasps, and I put my head back and let out the biggest laugh. We make idle talk on the way to the event, and when we get there, there is a line of cars waiting to let people out. There is a red carpet with photographers taking pictures as they walk the red carpet. “How are we doing this?” Layla asks. “Should we do a group shot, or do you guys want to do a couples thing?” I look over, not sure of the answer.
“Why don’t we do a group one?” Candace says. “Just so there are no questions about anything.”
Layla laughs. “Did you see his puppy dog eyes?” she asks Candace. “The man is smitten; everyone is going to see.”
“No, he’s not,” Candace says the same time I say, “Puppy dog eyes?”
We don’t have time to say anything else because the car stops, and the door opens on both sides. “You look good,” Candace says to me, leaning in. “I think I want you to do me against the wall wearing the suit.” She kisses my cheek and then gets out, leaving me looking down at my cock that is ready to do what she wants. I get out, and the three of us walk down the carpet, smiling. I stand between them, and then as soon as I walk into the event, I slip my hand in hers.
The first person we see is Manning, who is dressed in a suit and holding a glass of what looks like whiskey. “Hey, thanks for coming.” He leans down and kisses Candace on her cheek and then takes a sip of his drink. I see Layla head to the side to talk to a couple of people who she knows.
“This looks like an amazing event,” Candace says, looking around. Manning finally sees our hands together, and I see he has questions but doesn’t say anything.
“Manning.” I see his wife, Murielle, coming over dressed in the tightest dress I’ve ever seen, and she looks so fake, and I look down and then up. “There you are. They want to take our pictures,” she says and then looks at us and then side-eyes Candace. “Oh, hello.” She then looks at Manning. “I’m going to go freshen up my lipstick.” She turns and walks away.
“God, I hate her,” Manning says, taking a sip of his drink again. “Caught her fucking her trainer in the basement today.” He laughs, and my mouth hangs open. “The man is doing me a favor. If only she will sign the divorce papers.” He shakes his head. “I’ll see you later.” He walks away.
“She is such a bitch,” Candace says of her, and I shake my head, not knowing the story. We walk hand in hand pretty much the whole time, saying hello to a couple of people. We mingle and laugh when Miller comes in and tries to get Layla to take a picture with him. Candace pulls me onto the dance floor when a song she likes comes on, and I stand with my hands around her waist.
She lets me go, and I walk over to the bar to grab a water and stand here for over an hour laughing with the boys, and it feels good to let loose.
I look around for Candace and find her talking with five other women and make my way over to her. It’s time to take my woman home and find out what she’s wearing under that dress. I smile, thinking of all the wa
ys I’m going to make her scream tonight when I hear words that stop me in my tracks. “I can’t wait to have my own kids.” Her voice comes out energetic and full, and I don’t move. I can’t move even if I wanted to.
“Hey there.” I’m slapped on the arm by Nico. “I’m heading out.”
“Yeah,” I say, blinking and trying to find words.
“Are you okay?” he asks, and I look at him. “You look a little pale.”
“Yeah.” I shake my head. “I’m fine. Just hungry.”
He laughs. “You never eat at places like this.” He looks around the ballroom. “That’s why you hit up a drive-thru as soon as you leave.” He smiles. “Have fun, and I’m happy for you, man.”
“Thank you,” I say, nodding as he walks away. Then I feel an arm slip into mine, and I look over, seeing Candace.
“Hey there,” she says to me softly. “How about we blow this popsicle stand and head on home?” She leans her head back, expecting me to give her a kiss like I always do, but instead, I nod my head. Her words replaying over and over in my head.
“Do you need to tell Layla you are leaving?” I ask, and she looks around.
“I don’t even see her.” She looks at me. “She must have already left.”
We walk down the stairs, and I wave to a couple of people before we walk over and get into a waiting car. I open the door for her, and she steps in while I give the driver my address. I put my head back on the seat and close my eyes. “Someone isn’t used to staying out late,” she says jokingly, and I grab her hand, bringing it to my lips.
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