In the closet I open the bag with the bandages, pulling out what I need. I get the cream on, Doc said it would help me heal faster. I get myself bandaged and put the sock on. I use the crutches to get to the bed. I don't want to hop around and hurt my back or look like a fuckin animal.
Amanda is sitting on the bed, fuck she's beautiful. I love her hair down covering her nipples, just like that my dick jerks. Her sleeve and the heart above her heart get me hard, I'm smiling when I get into bed. "I love seeing your ink and jewelry. You’re that man mothers warn their daughters about." She says, thinking the same thing I was.
I turn so I'm facing her. "I love you." I pull her to me and kiss her, holding her head and sliding my hand down to her nipple. She changed the rings. I moan wanting to see so I pull away. "You switched your rings; these are fuckin sexy babe." She has studs with gold balls on each side of her fat nipples. Fuckin sexy as hell. I put my mouth on her and feather my tongue hitting the studs, making her moan. Fuck, I'm fuckin ready.
"Harder, babe." She moans out. I suck harder and her hand is in my hair, pulling it and moving me to her other nipple. Her other hand finds my dick and starts stroking.
"Fuck that feels good but I need to give you some relief before I come on your hand, baby."
She stops stroking me and pushes the sheet off her then straddles me. "Sally says I can be on top."
Fuck, she lifts up and slides right down on me. "Babe, I need a condom." She shakes her head no. Holy fuck, it feels too good to stop her. I kiss her as she moves on me; my fingers find her pussy and feel a stud with the balls on the end. I pull my mouth off her and lean back so I can see. "Fuckin sexy as hell." I watch her slide down on my dick; she rolls her hips and the ball rubs my dick. "Fuck." My fingers circle her clit, making her moan. I need to put my mouth on her and try out the fuckin stud. I lift her right off me and turn her so she's flat on her back.
"Fuck, I was feeling it right where I was." She's not happy.
I slide off the bed and pull her to the edge opening her legs wide. "So pretty, baby." Kissing up her leg, I make it to her pussy and swipe my tongue across her clit. She cries out, letting me know that's where she wants me. My hand goes to her tit and rolls her nipple. I watch her back arch off the bed and slide my finger in her pussy, curling them against her wall. She arches up again; fuck if that's not the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. She cries out my name, her pussy grabbing my finger. I circle around her clit until she calms.
I reach for the bar and pull myself up to standing. Flipping her over, I put her right under the chain and bar. I use it to balance and slide in with a moan. I don't remember ever feeling any better than this. She pushes back as I move forward. "Fuck I like that, Mandy."
"Harder, faster." She says slamming back. Fuck, she's going to push me over.
I hold her waist and pound into her. I use my stump to steady me on the bed and put my other hand on her waist. "Love seeing my dick move into your fuckin tight pussy, babe." I roll my hips hard, letting her know how fuckin much. I push down on her shoulder blades, tipping her pussy up and start pounding in again. She's making fuck me noises that send heat down my back. "Put your fingers where I can't reach, babe; slide that stud on your clit." I see her sleeved arm move and picture her fingers playing with that sexy as fuck stud. I lose it, slamming her against me, feeling my balls draw up. "So fuckin sexy, babe." She yells my name and I'm fuckin shooting into her, feeling like I'm going to pass the fuck out. I grab the bar, putting my hand in the center of her back. "Fuck," is the only thing I can get out.
She looks back, panting like I am. "Every fuckin time." She says in between breaths. "Think everything is working, Bob." She takes a couple of breaths. "Let's try a new way and make sure."
I laugh, "Any fuckin thing you want, babe, but I need a minute."
"I got just one." She says, fuckin sassy as hell. It dawns on me she's fuckin perfect and mine. No one will ever have her again. I pull out and grab the crutches. She moans, letting her body fall flat, half on the bed. She makes everything fuckin sexy.
"Stay right there, Mandy." I growl, turning for the bathroom. I get her cleaned up and pull her up the bed. It's harder than it used to be. I need to start working out to fix that.
She pulls my mind back. "You used your stump to balance, babe. It was fuckin good; gave you more stability to ram your big fat dick in me. I felt every bit of it." I kiss above her heart, smiling. I did. It hurt a little but not enough for me to stop.
"My fuckin big fat dick likes the description baby; it's getting bigger and fatter."
She moves so fuckin fast I laugh. I'm on my back and my dick is in her mouth. She pulls off and I moan; it was fuckin good. "You should thank Mitch for writing the book. She taught me how to swallow." Fuck, she swallows me right the fuck down. Anything she wants, I'll agree to right now. My fuckin brain is on overload and my dick is calling the shots. With my hand on her head, she fuckin taunts me then puts her hand on my balls, scraping her fingernail right down then pulling back and squeezing. "Fuck!" I can't hold back and shoot down her throat.
"Fuckin perfect, Mandy." I'm not ever letting her go; she takes me with the bar and not once gags. Fuckin perfect. I'm gasping for breath with a smile. She sucks hard coming up, making my whole fuckin dick feel like pins and needles. Perfect.
Chapter Eleven
Two days
Amanda
I'm so fuckin excited. I dress so my sleeve shows. "You going to thank Mitch for the book?" I ask as he pulls gym shorts up. "I know you don't want to hear it but the brace is kind of sexy. I like the web look, it's futuristic."
He laughs at me. "You’re fuckin off, Mandy." He kisses my head. "No, I'm not saying a fuckin word about the book that teaches you how to have good sex. She has three fuckin men guarding her. Every fuckin one of them is bigger than me and SEAL trained. They'd pound me into fuckin pulp, thinking sex and their woman in the same sentence."
"Fuckin men." I put my hands on my hips.
He looks at me, "I don't want you saying anything either. Her men don't need to picture your fuckin mouth on their dick. It's a book, leave a fuckin review." He's not mad but not smiling either.
"Wow, the pissing on my leg thing is fuckin hot." I tell him standing on my toes, I kiss his lips. "Ok, I'll leave a fuckin review, put your dick away, Badass Biker Babe."
He laughs. "Biker Babe is a chick, Mandy. It's funny as hell but not what I want coming out of your mouth when you think of me."
Fuck, it is, isn't it? "Sorry, I'll think of another name; I can't use G-Spot Rubbing Stud. It's not good with company." He's fuckin laughing at me, hunched over like I punched him in the stomach. I spin around and walk out of the closet, "I may pick fuckin asshole. That suits you right now." Jerk.
He catches me at the bedroom door. "Babe, G-Spot Rubbing Stud is fuckin funny to anyone that hears it." He's smiling.
I take a breath, "Alright, let it the fuck go so I stop feeling stupid."
"Sexy as fuck, compassionate, smart and funny." He kisses my head. "Babe, stupid can never be used to describe you."
The doorbell rings; I kiss his lips and run to the door. He's fuckin laughing again. Jerk.
Mitch, Aleena, the doctor and two guards are at the door. One guy stays outside, the other steps in and stands at the door. Aleena does PT with Bob but she's our neighbor, so I'm not as nervous as I thought I'd be. Mitch introduces the doctor. She's cute and happy; she reminds me of an older Tess. She wants another tattoo and looks at my arm; I'm glad I wore the tank.
The doctor checks Bob's leg; he's surprised how fast he healed. Mitch's eyes are shining, she knows about the kids. Aleena nods at me. Fuckin people, no one ever said Aleena is a freaky mind reader too. She doesn't react as I'm thinking that was mean, maybe she's not. Bob has the new brace on; he's jumping with a smile.
"This one is good until we get your robotic done. I have one for the shower; it doesn't have moving parts, it's more for stability. The other is another light weight but hea
vy duty brace. It can withstand eight hundred pounds of pressure. You'll be able to lift your bike as long as you distribute the weight evenly." She's so happy, I'm smiling with her. "The old brace was just temporary to get you use to walking again without the pull on your stump. It isn't good for everyday use but you could use it around the house or I'll take it back and recycle it."
"This one feels better. You can recycle that one; it may help someone else like it did me." He tells her. She bounces clapping her hand to her robotic. I smile at Aleena; she's smiling right back. Mitch is just like Tess.
"We need to get the robotic measurements again. It's a ‘measure twice’ concept." The doctor says. He opens his bag and takes out a laptop and connects a computer thing to it. Bob stands straight with his feet apart. He bends his knees when Mitch tells him to. Once that's done the doctor asks to see his leg again. He wants to make sure there's no problem with the connector parts on his leg. "You've healed fast. I'd think you’re farther along but I saw you in the hospital. Whatever you're doing, keep it up." Bob nods. He packs up his computer stuff while I get Mitch an appointment time.
I tell her to email me a design or she can pick it when she comes in. "I can't wait!" She's bouncing and clapping again; Aleena laughs. She hugs me before she leaves.
Bob laughs as soon as the door closes. "She always reminds me of Tess."
I smile, "I was thinking the same thing. She's one of the beautiful people." He gives me a funny look. "You know, beautiful inside and out. They're all around us." He's been here longer than me, he should know.
"I get it, I'm just surprised you used those words. The parapsychologist said it just like that." He pulls me to him. "I love you, Mandy. You don't see it but you're one of those too. The old ladies never see it."
Old lady! He thinks of me as an old lady? Fuck! I want to jump up and down. "I'm not an old lady." I say against his chest.
"You will be. I need to meet your parents and you mine. If you still want me after that, we'll talk about forever." He pulls away, watching my eyes.
"You don't need to meet my parents; I don't even know them anymore." I'm ready now.
He smiles. "They need to know who's taking care of their girl. Even if they don't appreciate you, they need to know you're ok and have a man who loves you."
Fuck, he's going to make me cry. I just nod, putting my head back on his chest so he doesn't see. I'm blinking like crazy, then let him go. "Can I go to the shop today?"
"Nope, we're going away for a couple of days. I need you to pack a bag, light; you can buy what you need when we get there." He slaps my ass, making me yelp.
I go to the office, first packing my laptop, then getting a bag ready. He changed into cargo shorts and a Security polo. Fuck, he's sexy; his shirt is tight on his chest and arms. I love the web; I'm thinking of a tattoo with that web design around a heart, my heart. I shake my head and put the bags by the door.
Chapter Twelve
Bob
I can’t believe she hasn’t noticed the photographer following us. I hope he gets the picture I want. He’s taken so many he better get it. We crossed off the Statue of Liberty from her bucket list; it was one of her sister’s dreams. She doesn’t know it but today we’re going to the Gala at the MOMA, another from her list. I can’t wait to see her face.
She’s wearing a cheesy tee with “I love NY” on it. All the fuckin stores here and she gets a tee from a street vendor, making me smile every time I see it.
“I’m ready.” She says, putting her arm around my waist. “It’s a beautiful view.” She looks out at Central Park with me. It is beautiful. “Are you going to tell me what we’re doing yet?”
I smile looking down at her, “Nope.” She hasn’t asked to go anywhere; I know she’s dying to see the museum. We’re going to the Metropolitan Museum of Art right now. The dress Nancy ordered and a tux for me will be delivered while we’re gone. I’ll be sick of fuckin art by tonight but she’s never been and it will be worth one day of hell for her to have this happy memory. Plus, I need the fuckin picture.
I guide her out; the concierge has a car waiting for us. When we stop, she’s staring at the building. I see her excitement and disappointment and kiss her. “Let’s go check it out.” I say, pulling her from the car. I see the photographer and throw him chin. Inside, we walk for fuckin ever. She looks at every fuckin painting in every fuckin room. I have no idea why some of this shit is on the walls. I look at my watch. “Babe, we have to go. We can’t be late to our next stop.”
She’s fuckin smiling like I gave her the world. “Thank you for bringing me here. I didn’t think much of it until we hit the door. It’s fuckin beautiful.”
“If I get that smile for this, I can’t wait for you to see our next stop.” I kiss her and she jumps on me, legs around my waist, pussy at just the right height. “Fuck, I’ll be walking out of here with a hard on, Mandy.” She laughs and pulls me to the exit.
“Maybe we can find somewhere at the next place.” She says looking back at me.
I laugh. “We definitely will; we need to go back to the hotel and change.” She stops and I almost run into her. I grab her waist and get my balance then look at her face.
“I don’t have anything to change into.”
I pull her out the door. “Nancy sent something up. Now we need time to fuck added into the dressing time; let’s go so we’re not late” I gave us two and a half hours. I hope she can make it in two.
We barely make it into the room. I put her over the back of the couch and slide into her. She was fuckin teasing me the whole fuckin car ride back. She wiggles and I slap her ass telling her to still. She does and I catch my balance and get a rhythm going. At this height, I can reach her stud and I do. She’s so fuckin loud, I’m fighting for control. I love her fuckin sounds. She comes, yelling my name. Thank Christ! I pound in a couple more times and still. Buried in her she’s grabbing my dick as it releases into her. Fuck, I’m dizzy. I pull her up and hold onto her. We catch our breath and I pull out. I need to fuck her in a bed and I need to ask Doc if you can pass out from pleasure. I’ve seen women do it but I’ve never felt like this. Maybe I need some vitamins or something. Tiny would throw fuckin tampons at me if he ever got wind of this. Fuck.
I lift her up and bring her to the bathroom. She’s looking dazed herself. I smile down at her; I’m glad I’m not the only one. “Fuckin perfect. Sorry for the quickie, baby, but we need to get ready.” I kiss her lips and stand her up.
"I like quickie." She's still dazed.
I laugh. "Good to know. Babe, we have a formal gala to go to and we need to get showered and dressed."
Her eyes go big, "Formal gala?"
"Yeah, babe, get your ass in gear so we can make it. I promise you will love it."
She spins around ripping the tee off, "eeeeep."
"What the fuck is eep?"
She walks into the shower. "I don't have time to talk to you." She turns the water on; she's so fuckin cute sometimes.
I leave her to it and go check out the dress Nancy sent. "Fuck." It's navy shiny stuff with a low back and stringy straps. She has panties and stocking with it, no bra. I lay them out on the bed and stand back looking at them. Fuckin perfect. I put the heels on the floor by the bed. I'm fuckin hard looking at fuckin clothes. Shaking my head, I grab the suit bag, shaving kit, and shoes and go to the other bedroom. I sit on the bed and take off my leg. This leaves me hopping to the bathroom. I fuckin hate it; I should have brought the crutches. I'll remember next time.
Showered, shaved and dressed, I'm waiting for Amanda on the balcony. "Turn around slow so I can get the full frontal view." She says behind me.
I turn slow and face her. "Fuck, your beautiful. I'm glad you kept your hair down." She did something so it’s pinned on one side, it’s sexy.
"Don't you move!" She goes in the room. When she comes out she has her phone taking pictures. Fuckin women. I smile; I have a fuckin photographer following us.
I wait until she has
her pictures, then kiss her lips. "I won't mess up your makeup. You’re beautiful, Mandy. I have some champagne chilling. We have twenty minutes, do you want a glass?"
"So damn perfect, yes." She's happy; I have to thank Nancy for the tips. She made me a list and so far she's been right on the money.
We drink a glass of the champagne and meet the limo out front. She looks at me surprised. I help her in then slide in beside her. "I heard stories about the Officers, are they true? Are you rich, Bob?"
Fuck. "I have enough that we'll be comfortable." She just nods. I don't like talking money and she's never asked, except for the house thing but still she didn't ask.
"I'm so excited, I've never been to a gala! I don't even really know what it is!" She's smiling.
I squeeze her shoulder. "Me either. I just know it's a black tie event. They recommended a tux and formal dress. Nancy took care of everything for me so I didn't fuck it up."
She laughs. "I feel pretty, you did good."
She feels pretty? "You do know your beautiful, right?" She looks at me then out the window. "Mandy, your fuckin perfect. Everything about you is perfect."
She looks at me with a smile, "Thank you." She looks back out the window.
We spent a whole night talking about her sister. She showed me pictures; they were identical. Mandy held herself different than Amelia but they looked the same. I knew Mandy in every fuckin picture. She talked about how pretty her sister was. How fuckin perfect she was. How the fuck can she think she's not as pretty? Her fuckin parents put that shit in her head. I should ask Kate how to get it out.
She screams making me jump. "Fuck, woman!"
"This is the MOMA! You're bringing me to a gala at the MOMA!" She's yelling her fuckin head off. All I can do is laugh. She's bouncing on the seat looking out the window.
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