“Mmm,” I murmured as the last few spurts jetted into my warm cavern, savoring that tangy, salty sperm. “Mmm.”
And the big man just stood over me, watching, his eyes gleaming, shoulders and pecs taut, muscular as I drank the sweet semen, licking my lips, not even bothering to hide how much I adored it.
“Fuck,” he groaned out, trailing a finger through my hair, pulling it through one especially thick clump of sperm. “I think I fucking love you.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Tucker
Laurie took my admission in a breeze. She didn’t bat an eye, or maybe she couldn’t because her eyelids were glued shut by the sticky sperm I’d shot all over her face. Because I hadn’t held back. Fuck no, although I’d just come hard in her mouth, shooting gallons of jizz down her throat, watching her eat her breasts had my cock rock hard in seconds, the needle at full once more.
And the little girl seemed to have few barriers, there wasn’t anything Laurie wouldn’t let me do to her. Touch her, taste her, inhale that sweet little cunt until I was passed out, my dick twitching its last drops onto the ground. In fact the brunette was so fucking dirty that I was pretty sure I’d fallen in love, head spinning, flat on my face in devotion. After all, what was there not to love? Laurie was sweet, genuine, a mixture of the high and low, pizza mixed with fancy lingerie in one beautiful package. And she made me feel ten miles tall, laughing at my jokes, listening to my stories, all with genuine interest in her eyes.
And that’s what I really loved about her. Her genuineness. Because Laurie thought I was nothing more than the delivery guy but respected it as an honest living. And she was tactful too. When I said I was housesitting for friends, the natural next question would have been, “So where do you live, really?” And know why? It’s because women want to scope out my earning power, figure out my socio-economic status. I might be living in Tribeca now, but god forbid my actual digs were East New York or some godforsaken ghetto in the Bronx.
But the brunette gave no indication that her thoughts went along those lines. Instead, she nodded, a smile lighting her face and praised me for the hard work I did, how I needed to take care of myself, eat right and work out, maybe even wear a waist band so I didn’t strain my back. And a rush of emotion come over me then, something that I couldn’t exactly put my finger on, something that drew me to her like a moth to flame. All I knew what that I had to have her.
But first things first because there was still the mystery of the brunette’s virginity. Despite the fact that she acted like a complete slut, a seasoned porn star, in fact this woman was recently untouched and I had to know how in the world that was possible. If she’d been mine I would have been fucking her two, three times a day minimum from the very get-go … and I had.
“Laurie,” I said, my chest heaving, both of us nude, exhausted, limp on the coverlet. “I thought you said you were divorced.”
She moaned a little, tossing her head, eyes half-shut. Oh yeah, the loving had been so good, so satisfying that aftershocks were still running through that nubile body, making her shake and shiver.
But she answered.
“I was,” she coughed a little, throat still dry, swallowing a bit to get some saliva into her mouth. “We just separated. Three months ago,” she said, voice still a little raspy.
Again, that made no sense. If I had her for even an hour in my bed, that little cherry would be punched through so thoroughly there’d be no going back. So I shot her a puzzled look.
“You sure you were married?” I drawled. “What dude, much less an alpha male, would leave you untouched? I mean, fuck, I’d be all over you like white on rice, you wouldn’t be able to fight me off.”
And she colored at that, smiling, but looked sad at the same time.
“Gary and I weren’t a good fit,” she said slowly. “I thought he was the one but after we got married, it was obvious he wasn’t who I thought he was.”
I looked at her, perplexed.
“But didn’t you date first? Or was this some Vegas hook-up?”
And she looked down, biting her lip.
“Yeah, we dated for two years first,” she admitted. “I guess I’m not very observant.”
I immediately sat back, feeling bad. God, I’d made my best girl ashamed when she was the best thing that had ever happened to me. What kind of asshole was I? But still, I needed to understand the mechanics so I gentled my voice, letting her take the lead instead.
“Laurie,” I said, grasping her hand in mine. “I know this is tough but I can’t understand how any guy would turn down the chance to be with you. I mean, look at me,” I said, gesturing to myself. “I’m already half-hard again and I just shot one gallon, two, all over you. Come on, that guy’s gotta be smokin’ something. You’re all I think about, you’ve taken over me after just a couple days.”
“I have?” she asked breathily, eyes lighting up. “Really Tucker? I do that to you?”
And I nodded soberly. “Yep, and more than that. I lie awake nights thinking of your sweet body, your sweet, sweet smile and I’ve even thought about potentially moving in together, just to have you when I want you, where I want you … in my bed, of course.”
The woman turned even redder at that, a flush running over her body, her breasts turning pink, that little cunt juicing up at my words. But it was true, there was nothing that sounded better to me than having Laurie with me, open for access, any time of the day or night. It sounded like fucking Heaven actually, rolling over in the mornings and sticking my dick in her twat, maybe taking her from behind as she napped in the afternoons, licking her pussy as a midday snack. Suddenly I was completely serious, I wanted this woman so bad that moving in together was a priority.
And the brunette laughed gently then, her eyes knowing as if reading my mind.
“But Tucker, where would we live?” she asked realistically. “I mean, my place is so small, it wouldn’t work for two people and this place, well we can’t stay with your friends forever. They’ll be back and they’ll want their apartment back,” she said with a rueful smile.
I just growled, nuzzling her neck, breathing in her soft scent. Because of course this is my apartment, there were no vacationing friends jetting around the Mediterranean who’d asked me to house sit. I bought this place for fifteen million last year, and that was a discount off the ask price after I made an all-cash offer. But there was no need to tell Laurie just now, no need to give it all away. So I was vague, instead talking in generalities.
“Just leave it to me,” I growled into her throat, savoring her sweet scent. “We’ll figure it out.”
“I know,” she murmured, her fingers soft in my hair, “I know, but there are so many unanswered questions …”
I lifted my head then and fixed her with a stare. The brunette was right, there were unanswered questions and she still hadn’t clarified the little issue of her virginity.
“Honey, I know this is painful for you, but I just don’t get it,” I paused, going back to our original topic. “You were married, so what happened? How could any guy resist these curves, not touch his dick to your cunt? It makes no sense, you’re so beautiful, so gorgeous.”
And she flushed again, taking a deep breath before turning to me with pain in her eyes.
“It’s a long story,” she said quietly, “but the fact is that my ex, Gary, never intended on being a husband to me. He walked out the day after our wedding, walked out of our honeymoon suite and I haven’t seen him since,” she admitted slowly, painfully.
“But why?” I shook my head, bewildered. “What fucker goes and gets hitched only to beat feet the next day? What the fuck? I would have fucked you on your wedding night at least.”
And she turned beet red then.
“Gary was too drunk,” she said, her voice wooden. “He passed out and I couldn’t wake him up no matter how hard I tried.”
I just shook my head. This guy was the biggest douche ever, what the fuck, was he gay? That was the only possible e
xplanation. But Laurie read my mind and shook her head.
“There’s nothing physically or biologically wrong with him,” she started.
I cut her off with a sharp slash of my hand through the air. That was impossible.
“No way,” I shook my head. “That dude’s either gay or has some problem, it’s the only answer. He’s probably got no testicles,” I snarled.
But Laurie actually responded.
“No, he has his testicles, or at least one,” she said slowly.
“So you’ve seen them?” I said sharply, more rough that I intended.
And she shook her head again.
“No … I’m just saying because there’s another woman pregnant with his child.”
My eyes bugged out at that.
“What. The. Fuck,” I growled. “The man who married you had a mistress on the side? Who was pregnant this entire time?”
And she nodded miserably, ducking her head down, a fall of brown curls hiding her face.
“I only found out after he took off,” she whispered, shamefaced. “After he left, word on the street was that Gary,” and here she choked, “Gary,” she started again, “was keeping someone on the side. Had been with her for years,” she said. “Years.”
And I sat back flummoxed. I can be a shit, I can run over women, use them as fuckdolls, toss them once I’m done, my sperm spent. But I’d never even come close to this fuckhead. Getting married to one woman with a pregnant mistress on the side? That was seriously fucked up shit, this fucker had to be a sociopath.
“So dude has a new woman now,” I said slowly.
And here, Laurie took a deep breath.
“She’s not a new woman, she’s been his woman all along,” she said, her voice stiff. “I was the new woman, I just didn’t know it.”
And I shook my head, my heart going out to my best girl, taking her hand in a big palm.
“I’m so sorry, baby girl,” I rumbled quietly, looking her in the eye. “I’m so sorry this happened to you.”
And the little girl drew a shaky breath then, forcing herself to sit up straight and look me in the eye.
“It hurt when it happened, I won’t lie about that, but I try to see it as a stroke of good luck. At least I found out sooner rather than later,” she said with a rueful smile. “I could have been married to this guy for thirty years and known nothing, my entire life a lie.”
And I squeezed her hand encouragingly.
“That’s my baby,” I rumbled approvingly. “Keeping it real.”
And she smiled at me again, her eyes still a little watery, lips twitching a bit at the corners.
“So tell me Tucker, since we’re baring our hearts right now, where do you see yourself going? Not that the delivery business is bad at all,” she corrected hastily, “Just where do you see yourself in five years?”
Usually I get nasty at this line of questioning because most women are just fishing for my balance sheet, scoping out my prospective earning power. But with Laurie, it was different. It felt right to share something about myself, let her into my private world.
“I dunno,” I said slowly, our hands still entwined on the bedspread, lying next to one another nude, our juices drying on each other’s bodies. And yet it felt so right, completely comfortable. Despite the fact that we’d known each other less than a week, lying here, with her, was exactly where I wanted to be.
“I’m not sure,” I said honestly, with more feeling in my voice. Because that was the truth. Hunter and I are working on a dream and there are no promises, no guarantees in the wild west of start-ups. We’d devoted all our energy and countless resources to NYC Concierge, it was our baby but we were far from stable. Shit, we were still in beta stage, implementing all sorts of changes, hiring new folks as fast as we could, desperate to get warm bodies in the door for our booming business. And so it was impossible to answer the question with any accuracy, any assurance. But I had to try for Laurie, she was important enough to me that I couldn’t just feed her some bullshit.
“I’m not sure what’s next,” I started again for the third time. “I mean, the personal services sector is saturated but not totally so, and I like my job so maybe I’ll stay with the company for a while.”
There, that didn’t give anything away, and yet the answer was genuine, imbued with real emotion, my passion for the business. And the little girl could hear it because she squeezed my hand, shooting me a shy smile.
“Of course, you have to do something you believe in, no one can be happy if they’re grinding away at a meaningless job. It’s human nature,” she said with another smile.
And I just gripped her hand tighter, rising up on an elbow to stare into those beautiful brown eyes, warm pools of molten chocolate. I traced a finger along her jaw, dropping down to the elegant curve of her neck, marveling at the smoothness of her skin, the pure ivory laid out before me.
“You’re amazing, you know that?” I growled against her neck, lightly running my tongue along that sweet spot under her ear. “You are positively, absolutely, certifiably amazing.”
And she giggled a little, her small hands reaching up to stroke along my broad chest, my abs going tight at the soft caress.
“You are too,” she murmured, gazing into my eyes and the rush of emotion that swelled up into my throat took me by surprise, made my jaw clench, my eyes light with a fire within. Because Laurie’s genuineness, her sweet nature overwhelmed me and I was completely lost, a slave to this girl.
I didn’t hesitate then, I couldn’t.
“I have to have you baby girl,” I ground out into her ear, my hands ravenous now, stroking all over that curvy body, touching her breasts, jiggling them, twisting her nips in circles. “I have to taste.”
And she threw her head back and sighed.
“Of course Tucker, I’m yours,” she moaned breathily, her back arching, boobs rising into the air, the pink crests oh-so-delectable, my mouth watered and my cock punched out at the sight.
But I wanted more than just sex, or more accurately, more than just pussy sex.
“I want your ass,” I murmured into her mouth, my hands persuasive, my dick already grinding in hot circles against her hip. “Will you let me? Will you let me take your ass cherry baby girl?”
And Laurie’s eyes flew open at that.
“Wh-what?” she gasped. “Tucker … I’m not sure, I mean you just took my pussy one yesterday.”
And I nodded against her body, worshiping, a priest at the altar of the goddess, but oh fuck, I needed that ass.
“I know baby girl,” I murmured. “But I need it. I can’t explain it but I’m gonna fuckin’ die if you don’t give it to me, I’m gonna fuckin’ take it and it’s just a question of now … or later.”
She colored then.
“Is later really an option?” she murmured, bringing my face to hers and looking deep into my eyes, pools of caramel I could drown in.
I shook my head.
“No,” I ground out. “I just said that to make you feel better.”
And she giggled then, throwing her head back as peals of laughter rang out in my bedroom. Fuck, Laurie was so beautiful, her body caked with bits of sperm here and there, nude, glistening, and ready for me. Suddenly the idea of moving in together wasn’t just a possibility, I was going to make it happen for sure.
So I bit her tit then, lightly taking a nipple between my teeth and applying pressure, making her squirm and squeal above me, the little bullet growing harder under my ministrations.
“I’ll make it good for you,” I promised. “It’ll be tight but good,” I amended, “I promise.”
She was still a little nervous but my touch on her body was distracting, lost to the sensations coursing through her breasts, her cunt. I swiped a finger between her legs for emphasis, and it came up wet, my digit glistening moistly. Fuck yeah, this was my girl for sure.
So I went for it. I knelt between her legs, pushing her knees up, staring down at the beautiful body, her tits on di
splay, a carpet of glorious brown curls spread beneath her. She was like a princess on display, and I was the madman here to ravage her, slavering like a mad dog. Fuck me, I wasn’t good enough for her.
But the brunette laughed deep in her chest, reading my mind, her eyes knowing and purred deeply in her throat.
“Fuck me, Tucker,” she murmured, our eye contact electric, “Put it in my ass.”
And all thoughts of princesses and fairy tales went flying out of my mind. This was my slut and that was why I loved her, that fucking dirty mind, the eagerness to explore, breach every hole. So I leaned forward, kissing her twat, before lifting my head.
“Baby,” I ground out. “Spread your legs in a vee, spread those thick thighs, I need you wide.”
And slowly, oh so slowly, she lifted her toes until they were pointed at different corners of the room, her legs shapely and strong, the white, creamy skin beckoning to me.
“Perfect,” I murmured, staring at her rabidly. “Perfect.”
And with that, I rubbed my dick against her back hole, stirring against that tiny pucker. There was plenty of lube on my shaft already, I was so fucking turned on that the semen dripped in gusts off the tip, rivulets running down the shaft, coating my balls and the tops of my thighs.
But the girl squirmed below me, eyes wide.
“Tucker,” she gasped. “I need more lube, you can’t just go in there dry, I’ll tear.”
And I growled deep in my chest, leaning forward to take her mouth in a kiss once more, thrust my tongue into that wet cavern.
“That’s the point exactly, baby girl,” I grunted against her lips, “I’m here to do some damage, dry is best.”
And the brunette’s eyes flew open in shock, in horror, in fear. But I was just kidding. This was her first time and I didn’t want to force her into the hospital because of my rude, degrading ways. So gripping the tip of my penis, I circled the head around her clit, running it through her folds before fucking into her deep, pounding into that hot pussy.
“Ohhh!” she cried, twisting underneath me, those pink walls so hot, so tight, so wet around me, clutching me like a vise. “Ohhh!”
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