DUTCH AND GINA: THE SINS OF THE FATHERS

by Mallory Monroe

  It felt heady for her to feel his arms around her again. But she thought about her condition, about what sorry state her life was in, and the tears returned.

  “I thought I had it all figured out,” she said again. “Now I’m so broke I have to move in with my own daughter.”

  “Sam, it’s okay,” Dutch said as her sobbing increased.

  “I’ll have to try and get a job at a hospital, to help pay off the creditors, but there’s no guarantee they’ll hold off that long.” She shook her head. “How could I get myself in this position? I feel like such a failure!”

  The idea of a strong woman like Sam this beaten down shook Dutch too. And he pulled her closer. “It’s okay.”

  “I should have gotten out when I realized it wasn’t working. But I was so stubborn. I was going to make it work. No matter what. Now look at me.”

  “Sam, it’s okay. I’ll take care of it. All of it. Don’t worry.”

  Sam at first was sure she didn’t hear him right. He’d take care of all of it? The most she had hoped for was a small loan to keep her largest creditors temporarily at bay, until she could get back on her feet.

  She looked at him. “I can’t ask you---”

  “You aren’t asking me. I’m telling you that I’ll take care of it.”

  Sam stared at Dutch. She once had a chance with him. And they were equals then.

  “Thank-you,” she said, and moved back into his arms.

  Yes, she thought, as she closed her eyes. She didn’t have to play any seduction games whatsoever. All she had to do was keep Jade close at hand, keep little Jade under her thumb, and Dutch would automatically follow.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Dutch stepped out of the helicopter, saluted the Marine on duty, and made his way in a lumbering gait across the south lawn of the White House. It was nearly one in the morning, he was dead on his feet, and he felt, in an odd way, very lonely. Jade and Christian left Helsinki after the reception yesterday, taking a relieved Sam with them, but he was forced to stay and attend more emergency meetings that netted a big fat zero in terms of results. Which meant the media was going to have a field day with his lack of success. Europe’s economic woes were of their own making, but the American press was sure to blame their American president. Now he was back in DC, back at the White House, and missing Gina terribly.

  As he made his way through the doors of the South Portico, saluting the Marine guarding the door, he knew Gina would be fast asleep this time of morning. She always tried to hang, he thought amusingly as he walked along the corridor, but she never could. Not that it mattered. He missed her so much he knew he was going to wake her up regardless.

  He made his way upstairs to the quiet Residence, stopping in the Nursery first to eyeball a sleeping Little Walt. The Nanny on duty stood to her feet, but Dutch motioned her back down. Then he reached over the bed and kissed his young son on the forehead. Walt seemed to smile unconsciously at just the smell of his father’s nearness. It warmed Dutch’s heart just watching his reaction. Then he kissed him on the forehead again, and headed for the presidential suite.

  He was right: Gina was fast asleep. But she was lying across the bed in clothes, a short skirt and a belly-button length blouse, as if she had tried with all she had to stay awake for his arrival. He just stood there, his hands in his pants pockets, his expensive suit now rumpled, watching her. He had a serious physical reaction to her, that was certain. His cock was rock hard within seconds of seeing her tight ass on that bed. He, in fact, wanted to fuck her so badly he could taste it.

  But he had an emotional reaction to her as well. He loved her. He loved everything about Regina Harber. The press was going to call him a loser for not being able to negotiate some compromise on European debt, and the Congress was going to pile on, too. They would make the repeated point that if Europe’s economy falls, the U.S. would be next. But Gina would be in his corner. She always was. And that, for Dutch, was priceless. It was why he got out of bed every day. It was why he did all he could to remain faithful to her.

  He had planned to shower on Air Force One on the trip back to the States, so that he could hit that thang of Gina’s as soon as he hit the sheets, but he was so tired he had fallen asleep on the plane.

  He therefore went to the adjacent bathroom, undressed quickly, and jumped into the shower. He thought about many things as he cleansed his aching muscles. He thought about Jade and that devil-may-care side of her that was beginning to alarm him. He would talk to Gina, to see what she thought, but he was beginning to lean toward therapy for that young woman. Before she did some real harm, he thought.

  And he thought about Jade’s mother. Her oddness had undoubtedly made her a lousy parent, and now Jade, unfortunately, bore the burdens of that lousiness. But how could he judge Sam? He wasn’t there to help rear the child. He wasn’t there to temper Sam’s toughness and sensibleness with the emotional attachment a child also needed. Sam had no intentions of ever being anybody’s mother. She and he both knew she wasn’t cut out for anything like that. But Dutch kept hounding her for sex. Every time he saw her he was trying to get her in his bed. And in a moment of weakness, she caved.

  At first they wore protection. Wore it the second time, too. But by the third round in that wild night of sex, they didn’t care. They fucked raw. Fucked like rabbits in the raw. And the result of that momentary lapse would last their lifetimes.

  Dutch still wondered what Jade’s youth had been like. His now deceased mother had threatened to have her friends in high places make Sam’s life a living hell if she carried the baby to term. She therefore told Dutch that she had had an abortion, and then disappeared from sight. He didn’t know Jade even existed until she was twenty-three years old. Old enough to have Sam’s brand of rearing deep within her. Old enough to be, in some ways, even odder than her mother.

  And Sam was definitely odd. She still wore it like a second skin. She was still that tough-as-nails, do it her way Sam. Still had that toughness down pat. But now she needed help, she said to him, which he knew was a hard admission for her to make. Which made Dutch admire her even more. Not that she was this great, empathetic person worthy of any admiration. She wasn’t a particularly likeable human being, if he was to tell the truth of it.

  But he admired her because she was always true to herself. That took courage and it took conviction, and Sam, for all her faults, had both in spades. And a woman like that, who raised their daughter alone, who went through med school on scholarships alone, who gave up a lucrative practice to fulfill her dream of owning a bookstore, now considered herself a failure. A failure. A woman with her brains and beauty and talents.

  Dutch would gladly help a woman like that. He was a very wealthy man. He would not hesitate in helping a self-reliant, honest soul like Sam. She had planned to return to her medical career, only because she needed the money, but Dutch had told her to not make any rash decisions just yet. He knew she really wanted to keep her bookstore. That was her true love. He, in fact, already had his lawyers looking into the feasibility of such a proposition, and until they reported back to him, he told her to wait. And Sam, to his pleasant surprise, was finally willing to take direction from somebody else. A part of him was very pleased that he was the one to whom she was willing to relinquish some control.

  But why was he so pleased? That was the real question. When they were kids in college he used to have such a crush on Sam, an unbelievable crush, and seeing her look so stunning in that sequined dress yesterday turned him on mightily. But he couldn’t possibly still be harboring any feelings in that department. Not with a woman like Gina waiting this very moment in his bed. Sam was fine, and was perhaps a woman with the greatest natural beauty he’d ever seen, but she was no Gina.

  He, in fact, was getting hard again just thinking about Gina. And what, he knew, he was about to do to her.

  He stepped out of the shower, dried off quickly, and tossed the white towel onto the elongated, marbled vanity.

  As soon
as he walked back into the bedroom, Gina was just beginning to stir awake. He smiled. Because as soon as her big, golden-brown eyes opened, and she saw him standing there naked as the night was long, she made him understand why he loved her so much.

  “Dutch!” she screamed so heartfelt, as if she had been on a deserted island and he was her water. She jumped from the bed and ran to him. His heart was hammering with joy as he lifted her up into his arms. It had been almost a week that they’d been apart, but it felt like a year.

  “Oh, my darling!” he said as he twirled her around happily. And then they both found each other’s mouth, and all sounds stopped. Except the sound of their smacking, and tongue kissing, and making up for lost time with their lips alone.

  Dutch was moaning as he kissed Gina. He moaned so hard that she almost smiled. By the way he was going at it she would have declared they’d been parted for a very long time. Not that she wasn’t going at it too. She was. And almost as hard as he was. She wrapped her legs around his rock hard body and her arms around his neck, and relaxed into his kiss.

  Dutch relaxed too, in the warmth of having Gina in his arms again. It felt positively exhilarating to feel her body wrapped around his, his dick jammed against her mound, and her lips on his lips. And her ass. His hands reached beneath her skirt, beneath her panties, and began massaging her ass.

  Until his moaning became a grunt, and he knew he had to find more relief.

  He carried her to their bed, still kissing her, still massaging her, and sat her on the bed. As he began removing her shirt, Gina took his fully aroused dick in her hand. She began licking it, slowly up and down and around, in that half-gliding, taste-so-good way Dutch just adored.

  “Oh, babe,” he said as she licked around his head, “that mouth of yours is a lethal weapon!”

  “Only for you,” Gina said as she licked up and down and squeezed as she licked.

  Dutch leaned down too, and began fondling her breasts, as he felt the wonderment of Gina’s tongue all over his rod. Her breasts were full now, her nipples hard, and he couldn’t stop twirling and squeezing them. But the more Gina licked on him, the less he was able to do to her. And soon he couldn’t do anything but stand there completely paralyzed by her slick administrations. It felt so good to him that it made his entire body tremble in waves of sensation.

  And Gina kept at it. Her tongue felt every vein in his rod, as it continued to stretch long and expand wide. And to throb. She licked the top tip of his head, right in the seam, as it began a slow leak.

  But when she went down on Dutch, all the way down, he thought he was going to cum in her mouth. But he didn’t. He held back. Because he had to do her first. No-way was it ending this quickly.

  He leaned down and lifted her slightly. He removed her skirt and panties, rendering her naked too.

  Then he knelt down, placed her legs over his shoulders, and opened her wide. He loved the look of her pink pussy. Loved the smell of her. He’d missed it. They rarely went this long without his mouth, his dick, all over it. And he didn’t linger long. He placed his mouth between those legs, into that pussy, and licked.

  Gina felt a surge of electricity slink through her when Dutch’s tongue first touched her folds. She rested on her hands, palm down, behind her, and her head leaned back too. It was as if she was giving herself completely to him, and he was poised to take it.

  His big hands slid underneath her butt and squeezed as he ate her. All she could hear was his smacking sounds as his mouth met her moistness and delivered a powerful blow to her cunt. She hadn’t felt his tongue in days, now she wanted him to devour her.

  And he did. He pulled her so close that her ass was nearly off of the bed’s edge, and his face buried itself like a wedge between her legs. It felt strangely awesome to have the leader of the free world on his knees giving her this kind of head, and she enjoyed every second of that awesomeness. And when his finger entered her vagina to compliment his tongue, and they slid in and out of her as if they were in unison, she fell back onto the bed. Her back arched as the intensity built, as his fingers fucked her, as his tongue fucked her. Until it was more than she could bear.

  “Dutch, no,” she let out, her breath now raspy and hoarse.

  “Yes, Gina,” Dutch said breathlessly. His mouth and fingers were now whipping into her, working her over as if she was the meal of his life.

  “No, Dutch, no!” she yelled again. She arched again. “I can’t take it!”

  But she knew she wanted to. Desperately. Because as soon as he stopped and looked up at her, to make sure she truly wanted him to stop, she quickly changed her tune.

  “No,” she yelled. “Don’t stop!”

  Dutch smiled, although his lustful look shielded it. And he was at it again.

  He moved his free hand to his cock, and began jerking on it, as the feeling of Gina’s wetness sliding around his tongue caused him to throb almost to the point of no return. He had to have it. He had to have it NOW.

  He slid her further up onto the bed, got on the bed with her, and opened her legs as wide as they could go. With his knees between those legs, he pulled her closer, until her legs were across his thighs. He then slid his dick into her folds with the deftness of a man seeking refuge. Both of them let out a sigh of welcome when he entered her. It felt like a tease, where the anticipation was so great it couldn’t possibly live up to the hype.

  Only it did live up to it, they realized, as soon as Dutch moved in deeper. It surpassed all expectations.

  “Ah, Dutch,” Gina cried and arched and kept crying the further he dug in. And he dug in. He was showing no mercy. He kept digging in. He laid down on her, digging in. He lifted her ass, squeezing her, and digging in.

  He gave her the best he had to give, as his thick dick stroked inside of her with expert strokes and then started sliding against her walls. His dick came alive in her pussy. His slide and strokes felt so intense and sensual that she kept squeezing his massive biceps, attempting to ease that wonderful intensity she really didn’t want eased, and then she started screaming his name. She screamed the sounds of unbridled joy he loved to hear from her. Because he knew, when Gina screamed, he was pleasing her beyond measure.

  He kept pleasing her, long and hard, all of the disappointment of Helsinki and the press criticisms and DC politics disappearing into thin air as he felt his wife’s pussy come to life around his cock. And it latched onto him like an attachment, and wouldn’t let him move without friction.

  He loved her friction. It made his pathway narrow and sweet. And all he wanted to do was lay there and fuck her. He banged her. He pumped her. He pounded her. Gina was feeling every thrash to the roots of her hair. She even squeezed his ass, and was holding on for wonderful dear life, as he thrashed her.

  He held her tightly in his arms as he fucked her. “Oh, Gina,” he started saying, as the feelings intensified to even heights he hadn’t anticipated. “Gina!” he said again, his hands coursing through her soft, short hair, his mouth kissing her all over her pretty face. “Gina!”

  And his dick kept thrashing against her walls every time he said her name. He slid, in and almost out, in and almost out, his dick filling up with her love. And the sounds in the silence was deafening. The bed creaking. The grunts and groans. And the slushing sounds of her saturation and his movements inside that saturation caused them both to fall into a rhythm that became a song. And Dutch, Gina felt, sung it better than any man had ever attempted to sing it before.

  Dutch then moved onto his back, taking Gina with him. Now she was on top of him. But nothing changed. He was still inside of her. He was still pounding her with a fierceness they could barely take. Gina laid down on his thick chest, her love for him becoming like a drug. And when he wrapped his arms around her, melding her to him, making her his again, she wanted to cry.

  She’d never had a man like Dutch before. She’d never felt the kind of love he gave to her before, and the respect. He took care of her. In the bedroom and all points in between
. And as his dick side-swiped her pussy, and as he fucked her with an aggression that made it clear who was in charge of this union, she closed her eyes in deep down satisfaction. And she let him stay in charge.

  Dutch could feel her heartbeat as he fucked her. He could feel her body shivering and arching and stretching against his body. He rubbed her ass, and squeezed her ass, as his cock kept giving her a glide. He missed this. He missed her. He wanted to leave a streak inside of her from his pounding alone. He wanted to leave his mark.

  And that was when it happened. That was when they came. Gina arched and he tightened and they came. It felt like a grunted-out exhale. It felt like a pouring out of love. And when they couldn’t bear it anymore, it felt like an explosion.

  Dutch grabbed her and held her and met her body arch with an arch of his own. He wanted to spill out deep inside of her. He wanted to leave her scorched with his love. And she was scorched. By the time he finished putting that pounding on her, she felt as if she was on fire with his love.

  When they stopped shaking with the drain of sexual satisfaction, and were able to move at all, Dutch managed to pull out of Gina. It immediately reignited that sensual friction his deep penetration created, but he still managed to move. He got out of bed.

  He went into the bathroom, peed and cleansed his penis, and then returned with a damp cloth. Gina knew the routine. Dutch did this often. She therefore moved higher on the pillows, as he opened her legs.

  “Enjoyed it?” he asked as he sat there, legs crossed, and wiped her.

  Gina looked at this gorgeous man, as his silky black hair dropped cross his forehead. She smiled. “What do you think?”

  “I don’t mean to brag,” Dutch said, playfully bragging, “but I think you had the time of your life, kid.”

  Gina laughed and swatted the powerful biceps of his muscular arms. “Don’t flatter yourself, Mister,” she said, causing Dutch to laugh too.

  When he finished cleaning her, he kissed her on her lower lips. Gina even closed her eyes momentarily as a tingle slinked through her vagina when he kissed her there. And then she smiled and shook her head. When it came to Dutch’s touch, she was through dealing.