“It’s not your fault Max, come on.” I didn’t want this to turn into another her comforting me session so I kept my thoughts to myself. “Did you wanna do something today baby?”
I was testing the waters to see where her mind was. I have no experience with a woman who’d been attacked by an asshole, and wondered if like me, was she worried that he had something more in mind?
“Sure, where should we go? You know I never really got around to seeing most of the things I wanted to see in the city, and with the school opening Tuesday I might never get the chance again anytime soon.”
I watched her eyes to see if this was one of those things where she was over compensating, but she looked excited. She’d cancelled this weekend’s dance class ahead of the big open, and we had the next few days free because no way am I leaving her side.
“We can go anywhere you want.” Wrong fucking thing to say. Not only was she not stressing over the attack, but she had a boundless amount of energy. First stop was the statue of liberty, which she made me climb.
In her words, it was good for working the kinks out. I’ve known grown men who would be laid up for at least a day or two from a hit. We had lunch at the seaport before heading into midtown.
She wanted to play tourist, which was fine by me. And by the time we were ready to head back, she had about ten pounds of chocolate from the Hershey store along with bags of kettle corn. Now she wanted to go to an arcade.
“I have all those machines back at the apartment.”
“You do? how come I never saw them?”
“You never made it up to the third floor.” She was going to town on a double scoop praline cone like a twelve year old while taking looks behind her.
“Max, I think we’re being followed.” She got closer to my side than she already was, and I looked back
to see what she was talking about. “That’s your security.”
“My what?” I had to tug on her arm to get her moving again which wasn’t easy with my hands full of crap.
“Max, why do I have two men the size of tanks following me around?”
“You really wanna do this here?” I kept moving towards the car with her shadows behind us. I knew it was only a matter of time before she made them, but I didn’t think she’d do it that quickly.
She argued my ass to death all the way home, which only took about fifteen minutes with light traffic, but she was singing into the wind. I let her have her say and then calmly told her that they were staying.
I released them at the door and had to listen to her shit all the way up in the elevator. Oh she was not feeling any pain, not the way she lit into my ass. I was still waiting for her to have some kind of meltdown, or flashback or some shit. Any one of the things mom had told me to look out for.
As far as I can see she wasn’t overly bothered by the whole ordeal and I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. “How’s your head baby? You need pills?” I still think I should’ve taken her to the doctor, but she nixed that idea when she woke up this morning. According to her she’s had worst dancing.
She took the stairs ahead of me up to the game room and I had to hear how unreasonable I was among other things. I wish I could see it as her really not being affected, but it was the opposite. I knew she was being too fucking reasonable and accepting.
And then we reached the game room. That’s where I got to see how she really felt. “Baby, you’re gonna break it.” I kept my voice low and calm. We were battling it out at the foosball table and she was taking some serious shit out on the game.
I stepped back and out of the line of danger at the look she gave me. “Not that I mind. Are you really that upset about your bodyguards?”
“Yes, I don’t need anyone to take care of me, I can take care of myself.”
The floodgates opened up and she let me have it. I didn’t interrupt, but listened, because I knew this was about more than the guards. And then she broke. I knew that shit was coming. All day she’d been full of smiles and laughter like she didn’t have a care in the world. I knew if I was still wound this tight she must be feeling something. But she’s held that shit all in. Until now.
“Come ‘ere baby, I got you.” I took her down to the floor with my arms around her and her ass in my lap. There wasn’t much more I could do but hold her and let her get that shit off her chest.
“I want to find him and punch him in the face. Then I’m gonna kick him in the balls and…and…and…” Her little frame shook and it broke my heart.
She screamed and pounded her balled up fists on my chest with tears running down her face. And I just sat there and let her get it all out. When she drooped from exhaustion I just held her, not saying a word and kissed her hair. I knew exactly what I was going to do with Ray Morrison.
Chapter 34
I had a new respect for my girl. Just like with her dancing there were sides to her I still didn’t know. I started to see some of the traits Travis had mentioned, but there was also a strength in her that I couldn’t help but admire. Until it fucked with my idea of how I was supposed to take care of my woman.
That Saturday after everyone came back to the apartment we’d hung out in the media room for a movie marathon. Mom did her bit, giving my girl some TLC, which she seemed to need and I was able to spend some time with the kid.
I could imagine how pissed he must still be with no way to release it. He, Tony and I sat in the kitchen, which seemed to be where the women kept sending us. After listening to what they’d been up to that afternoon the talk turned to the attack.
“I have a plan guys. We’ve all been thinking with our dicks, me especially. I wanted to go after this asshole myself, but you know what will be even better? If I let her take him.”
“What the hell are you talking about bro?”
“Okay so listen. Anna had a little meltdown earlier and all she kept saying was that she wanted to go after this guy. No way am I letting her anywhere near him, but…if I’m there…”
“I like where this is going.”
“I knew you would Tony.”
“I don’t get it.” The kid looked back and forth between us.
“I’m going to set his ass up and let her kick the crap out of him; while I’m there of course.”
From the big ass grin on his face I figured he got it, but I was now having second thoughts after saying that crazy shit out loud. “Oh that would be awesome. Sis can’t fight though.”
“It doesn’t matter, I’ll figure it out.”
That was Saturday night before I took her to bed, when my life was still in the sane lane. That night we made love until the early morning hours when I finally rolled away from her, spent and happy as fuck.
“Whoa, that’s a lot of energy you got going on there baby.” She wore my ass out. She ran her finger down my middle like she was trying to start something but after that five hour marathon there was no way. Then again!
What the hell had gotten into her horny ass anyway? She grabbed my sticky dick and stroked while licking my neck. Now my girl is hot as fuck once I get her going, but since the night before she’s been a little…extra.
I watched her hand move up and down my rod thinking that shit wasn’t gonna work, I had nothing. But that was before she made her way down the bed and licked my cock the way I’d seen her do the ice cream cone earlier.
“Whoa…the fuck.” She laughed and licked the tip and I was back in the game. I figured after beating her pussy to a pulp for the past few hours she wouldn’t need much foreplay, I was wrong. She was in some kind of mood.
She held my growing dick out of the way and licked my balls. Who is this girl? I watched her wiggling ass as she crouched between my thighs and my cock came to full attention.
She pumped my cock while sucking my nuts gently into her mouth and I was steel hard in two seconds flat. “Oh shit baby, take me in your mouth.” I felt like I was gonna explode but she was in a teasing mood.
Instead of taking me into her mouth like
I asked she licked from my balls to my cockhead, swirled her tongue around and went back to the base to start all over again.
She wasn’t listening to shit I say, in fact I might as well not be there. Just a working dick, that’s what I am. I let her work me with her mouth until I reached breaking point and just when I thought I was gonna have to take shit over, she straddled my legs, held my cock still and worked her pussy over the fat swollen head.
She was like a kid in a pet store. She never took her eyes from between her legs as she worked my cock into her pussy until she got half in her. Then she lifted her head, planted her hands on my chest and pushed her ass the rest of the way down. And then the fun begun.
She used voice command to turn the stereo on and my cock thumped when the beat of that fucking song begun. I’ve heard of a lap dance, for fuck sake I own four clubs where that shit goes on every night of the week. I have never in my life heard of this shit. She danced on my cock.
Yeah, all that shit I watched her do that made me lose my shit and take her virginity, I now felt on my cock. The shit felt even better than it looked. But if she kept that shit up she was going to have a belly full of cum and I know her greedy ass wasn’t ready for me to finish.
“Think good thoughts, this is going to be quick.” I grabbed her hips and flipped her to her back. “Can you do that shit in this position.”
“Fuck me and see.”
“My dirty little girl.”
I thought fucking her had felt good before, nothing compared to what it did to my cock when she danced beneath me. I never fucked anyone as hard and fast as I did her.
For once I didn’t worry about going too deep. No matter what I threw at her or more to the point, in her, she took it and asked for more. I pounded her into the mattress showing her no mercy, not even when she bucked and bit me when I hit it too deep.
I didn’t have to worry about noise because mom had taken Travis back to the island for a play date in the morning, or at least that’s what it sounded like. Ergo the marathon.
I fucked her through orgasm number one before pulling out and putting her on her hands and knees in front of me. I called for the song again and with her hips held tight slammed my cock back into her pink pussy.
“That’s beautiful!” Her ass moved to the beat and I felt that shit along the whole length of my dick. “If you ever dance for anyone else like this I’ll kill you.” She laughed and my dick spat pre-cum.
We were at the part of the song where she does that rolling shit with her hips and I knew I had about one minute left before she got a cunt full of cum.
She still hadn’t answered the baby question, but since she’d let me shoot off like eight times inside her since then I figure it’s okay.
“Cum with me!” I picked up the pace, slamming my cock into her sweet spot as my balls tightened up and the first volley of cock cream shot out. I’ve been avoiding her cervix all night because I know she hurt when I did it last night but I was so tempted.
She arched her back deep and shoved her ass back hard no longer keeping up with the music just letting her body do what came naturally. I felt hot pussy juice run down my cock two seconds before her pussy clenched around my pounding meat and that’s all it took for me to empty what was left of my balls inside her.
“That’s the one, right there. Your greedy ass took it all out of me.” I squashed her beneath me, too beat to move and she wasn’t doing much better. “Sorry sweetheart.” I rolled to the side taking her with me and had barely enough strength left to pull the covers over us.
The next day was Sunday, her rest day, or so I thought. That was before Sherrie showed up at my door at nine in the morning, just after I’d fucked the shit out of Anna in the shower because, why not?
“What are you doing here so early?” I looked behind her before closing the door, expecting to see the rest of the gang.
“Didn’t Annabelle tell you? We’re going to get our hair done. Where you at girl?”
She walked down the hallway headed for my room like she lived her. Now I usually stay out of Sherrie’s way since she hit puberty and lost her damn mind, but not this time. “No she didn’t tell me, and no she can’t go.”
“And why the hell not? My girl is closed on Mondays and this was the only spot I could get. Besides I saw your goon squad pulling up outside.”
“That’s because I was going to take my girl to brunch and to the park later.”
“Lame.” Anna came out the bedroom dressed and ready, which meant she knew about this shit and either forgot or chose not to tell me. That nice glow I had going after the night and morning we shared started to fade fast.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Oh, I forgot to mention, Sherrie and I have a date. It’s been a while since I had my hair done professionally.” She got on her toes and gave me one of those dismissive kisses, but when she went to walk away I grabbed her.
“Hold it, where exactly is this salon?”
“Downtown, now let’s go we have an appointment but if we get there late someone else will take it.”
“Downtown where?” I followed them to the door not believing this shit.
“SOHO.” Sherrie yelled before dragging Anna onto the elevator. I ran to the window with my phone at my ear to warn my guys that they were headed down.
You’d think I would be happy to have the day to myself to watch the game, but for the first time since the months following my injury I couldn’t get into it.
I prowled around the apartment like a little lost boy and for some reason couldn’t remember any of the shit I did when she wasn’t here. Tony came over an hour later thank fuck.
“What’s eating you?”
“Your damn sister came and took my girl.”
“And?”
“Shut up.”
“You really are pitiful; let’s watch the game.”
I followed him into the media room and dropped my ass down on the couch because he took my chair. I can’t believe I’m that guy. I looked at my phone tempted to call her.
I can’t even blame it on my fear of her being attacked, or the fact that she’s running around the
city with my certifiable sister, it was none of those things. I just don’t know what to do with myself. ‘Tell me this shit gets better.”
“It doesn’t, now shut the hell up; my boys are up by three.”
“Did you come over here to annoy me?”
“No, I came to keep you company because I knew the girls were going to get their hair done today and this…” He waved his hand up and down at me. “Would be happening. You gotta get a grip bruh.”
“Everyone else already knows she’s got you by the balls, you let her figure that shit out I’m gonna have to kick you out the club.”
“I’m gonna marry her.”
“Well yeah!”
Asshole!
“That’s it? That’s all you have to say?”
“Just tell me what you need me to do. Aunt Sophie’s already talking the country club in Westbury, ma knows some hotshot wedding planner and I’m sure Sherrie will have everything else covered.”
“Say what now?”
“Yep, I would’ve told you, but you were in your
head for the past few days. The women already have shit all planned out. Your girl wasn’t in on it either.”
What the hell is going on in my life? “When did all this happen?”
“I think sometime yesterday, so you better get your ass in gear.”
“I was planning to ask her after the opening.”
“Oh were you?”
“Okay, I’m going to tell her, but there’s something we have to do first.”
I spent the next half hour telling him my grand plan in between him calling me unflattering names and making fun of my now dead manhood as he calls it. “Does it seem too soon? She’s gonna think it’s too soon.”
“Since when has that stopped you? I’m surprised you let her out of the house with Sh
errie without the rock of Gibraltar on her hand.” Fucking Sherrie. She’s my sister and I love her, but the girl is an awful flirt.
“Now why would you put that shit in my head?”
“I have something else for you to chew on. Aaron Bridgewater and his new wife checked into the midtown Marriot last night.” I didn’t know what the hell was talking about for a minute and then I caught it.
“The fuck is he doing there?”
‘Take a wild guess, where are you going?”
“To have a chat with this asshole. I told him she didn’t want to see him, what’s he trying to prove?”
“Max, chill down. This is her dad, you never know with these relationships. She might hate him today, but that shit could change on a dime.”
“Well that’s too damn bad, I’m gonna hate his ass forever after the shit he put her through. And he better not even try…wait a minute.”
I called Travis and heard a whole lot of noise in the background. He was laughing when he answered, so I’m guessing he was fine. “Where are you?”
“My teammate Connor’s from school, why?”
“Have you heard from your dad?”
“Nope, he called earlier but I didn’t pick up. why what’s going on?”
“He’s in the city, if he calls you let me know right away.”
“Is sis going to see him?”
“She doesn’t know yet.” Dead silence for a solid half minute.
“I don’t think she should, especially if he brought that woman with him. I think she maybe had enough for one weekend.” That’s why I love this kid. We’re damn near on the same wavelength.
“Don’t worry about your sister kid. No one’s going to hurt her.” I told him to go back to his friends and hung up worried about this new wrinkle, and what the hell I was gonna do if the old man tried to get to her.
I called mom to give her a heads up just in case and went back to the game. As if my life wasn’t fucked enough, she came through the door almost five hours later looking like a damn runway model.
“What the fuck did you do to your hair?” From the glare Tony threw me I’m guessing that was the wrong damn thing to say, but what the fuck. “Don’t pay Paul Bunyan any mind it looks amazing.
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