by MK Moore
I get dressed in a really cute long-sleeve black bodysuit and some jeans that really accentuate my ass. I look pretty good. I spray on my favorite perfume and throw on some Vans and high tail it back to the shop.
When I walk in the shop I hear the familiar buzz of a tattoo gun. I see Meridian giving Mel, our favorite biker, some new ink. His wife, Lulu, is breastfeeding their new baby in the lobby. I think he’s getting the baby’s footprints tattooed on his side. I did their first son’s footprints on his other side early last year. It was my first tattoo. You always remember your first.
“Hey, Lulu. You look amazing,” I say moving closer to her.
“Thanks, I haven’t slept in days. Can you do me a favor and hold Minnie while I use the restroom?” she asks looking exhausted.
“Of course,” I say tossing my purse down on the couch. She hands me the baby who is fussy. She tosses a cloth over my shoulder and I instinctively burp her gently. She settles down quickly and I love how much I love holding her.
I hear the little bell over the door tinkle and I look up. I didn’t realize that it was so close to eight.
“Hey, Blake,” I whisper.
“Hey, Shaynah. You have a baby?”
“Oh, no. She’s not mine,” I say laughing a little. Lulu comes back and I hand the baby over, albeit sadly.
“Thank you, Shay,” Lulu says going over to where Mel is.
“You’re welcome. Ready?” I ask turning to Blake.
“Yes,” he says. I take his arm as he leads me out to his car. A really fucking fancy Escalade.
“Nice car,” I say as he helps me into the passenger seat.
“Thanks,” he says chuckling.
As he is getting into the driver's seat, I look at my piece of shit car. It’s a Honda, so it runs great, but it’s definitely seen better days.
“What kind of movies do you like?” he asks as he starts the car. I am surprised by the question, so I laugh a little.
“I like all kinds of movies. Romantic comedies mostly, but I also action films. My favorite movie is Die Hard. You?”
“No shit. My favorite is Die Hard With a Vengeance,” he says.
“We should have a marathon!” I say excitedly, clapping my hands and bouncing in my seat like an idiot.
“We definitely should. I have them all,” he says. I rub my sweaty hands on my thighs. I hate that I'm jumpy right now. "You okay?"
"Sorry. I'm really nervous. I am trying not to be.”
He reaches over and grabs my hand with his free one. Our fingers entwine. It’s as if we have been holding hands forever. Electric shocks go all through my body at his slightest touch and I love it.
“There is no need to be nervous, Shaynah. You are safe with me.” I close my eyes and let the words flow over me.
“Promise?” I ask without thinking.
“I promise.”
4
Blake
Walking back into the shop and seeing her holding a baby shocked me at first, but the more I stared at her, the more she looked so right holding her. I never thought about children before, but I want her to be the mother of my children. She wants me to keep her safe and I am going to do just that. The longer we talk, I realize that I've started to fall completely in love with her.
As soon as we walk in the house, I pop the spaghetti into the oven. It just needs to heat up and melt the cheese. I pull out the salad and bread and set it on the table.
“You hungry,” I ask?
“Starving,” she breathes and it makes me think she’s not talking about food, but I must feed her food before I feed her my cock.
"What can I get you to drink? I ask as I pull the pan out of the oven and set it on the table.
"Ice water would be fine," she
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"Coming right up,"
“Everything looks amazing,” she says after sitting down. I join her. She bows her head in prayer, her dark hair cascades down obscuring her face. I say my own prayer to God for giving me this girl.
"Amen," she says and I follow suit.
"Are you religious?" I ask as she dishes up a serving onto my plate.
"Church every Sunday," she replies dishing up her own serving. I love that she didn't take a small helping.
“Same,” I say smiling at her.
“Where?”
“Savannah Church of God,” I say. I am non-denominational, but I am interested to see if she is as well.
“The House of God in Pooler,” she says, citing a popular church. It’s a megachurch, one where the pastor televises his sermons. I prefer a more intimate church but to each their own.
We eat and make small talk. I learn about her passion for tattooing and I tell her about my love for making things with my hands. Getting to know her is fun, and easy. I can easily imagine all my future dinners with her.
After dinner, I start clearing the table, but she stops me.
“You cooked, I’ll clean.” I watch her move around my kitchen for a few minutes. I
I take a risk and move closer to her. She smirks at me but backs up to the lighted wall behind her. My mouth descends on hers. She opens for me, my tongue sweeps in. Her little bitty moan is almost more than I can handle.
My cock is weeping, dying to get to her. I should slow down, I know I should but when I move to pull back, she stops me and it's game on.
Kneeling, I open the clasp on her jeans and slide them down her short, curvy legs. The ink on her thigh captures my attention. She shivers when I run my fingertips over the roses, tracing them. I realize she is wearing a torture device that snaps closed at the crotch. It's not torturing her, but me. God, she’s mouthwateringly beautiful.
"You are so fucking beautiful, Shaynah. You have no idea what you're doing to me," I say, my voice hoarse.
"I have some idea. You're doing the same damn thing to me," she says breathily as her fingers dig into my shoulders. Standing, I kiss her again. Her arms encircle my neck and I deepen the kiss. Reaching down, I feel how wet her pussy is through the fabric.
Groaning I grip the fabric and pull it up. Her pussy lips are peeking out now and my fingertips lightly graze them, drawing yet another moan from deep within her.
"You like that, don't you?" I demand.
"Yeah." Her breathing has picked up even more and it’s coming in short, shallow pants. She's getting wetter and wetter and the thought of her with another man comes into my mind unbidden. I try to push it away, but the image keeps coming. There’s no way another man would have been able to resist her.
"I need you now. Right here against this wall and for the rest of my fucking life. Your sweet cunt is mine now, Shaynah. You good with that?” She nods. “Once I slide my cock into you, you will never fuck another man again.” I drop down to my knees again, kissing her thick thighs. I can scent her sweet pussy and I have to taste it.
“Okay,” she whines as I pop open the clasp between her pussy lips. Her little shaved pussy is bared to me. Other than porn or medical texts, this is the first pussy I’ve seen, but I am not here to study her. I aim to claim her. Leaning forward, I touch the tip of my tongue to her clit.
“Blake,” she moans as my own groan fills the room. Lifting her leg over my shoulder, I bury my tongue in her folds. She tastes like my own personal brand of sin. She pulls her shirt thing off, and her breasts spring free. Those cute heart tattoos make me want to ask who has seen them, but I refrain. Fuck. My cock is so fucking hard, I could fuck her right into the wall. Standing abruptly, I pull open my shirt and toss it. I first palm one breast than the other. Leaning down, I take one hard nipple into my mouth. Her hands tangle in my hair guiding me. "Blake," she moans again.
"Yeah, baby?" I ask stopping the task at hand and look up at her.
"I need… I need something. Please," she begs and that does things to me. Things I didn't think were possible. I quickly take her other nipple into my mouth and give it the same loving treatment. Finally, my cock can take no more of my teasing her. Coming back to
my full height, I pull the clasp on my pants open and shove them and my boxers down, kicking them off. "Oh my God," she squeaks staring at my ten-inch dick like it has two heads. Grinning, I use my index finger to gently close her open mouth.
"No other woman has ever made me hard. Made me want them like this. Do you understand what I'm saying?" I demand, my hand lightly wrapped around her jaw.
"What?" she gasps. I place two thick fingers on her clit before sliding then through her slippery folds. She shivers at my touch and I feel like one of those ancient gods who mythically and epically ruled the fucking world.
"Your delicious cunt is the first, the last, and the only cunt I'll ever be inside. You got it now?" I growl. It's her turn to grin now. She nods and wraps her silky hand around my cock.
I think I'm dead and this girl is my reward.
5
Shaynah
His hard cock in my hands is foreign but I love it. I tentatively pump my hand up and down his length, inciting a groan from him.
"Blake, this rock hard dick is the first, the last, and the only dick that will ever be inside of me. Do you get what I'm saying?" There's no reason on earth a man like him hasn't fucked before, but I believe him when he says that he hasn't.
"Shaynah, I'm gonna own you."
"Promise?" I ask as he dips his fingers into my pussy hole.
"That's a motherfucking guarantee," he says before slamming his lips down on mine. Man alive, I love his filthy mouth. It's a direct contrast to his button-down attitude. Then he lifts me into his arms. Like actually lifts me up and carries me to his huge bed and tosses me down on it. His strength turns me on even more and I don’t know how that’s possible since my thighs are soaking wet and shaking in anticipation. He is holding his body prone over mine and looking so intently at me that I shiver.
"You make me want to be, Shaynah."
"Be what?" I whisper.
"Just be," he growls before kissing me. My prone thighs fall open and his hard cock barely touches my clit and I hiss at the contact. Gripping the base of cock, he slides it through my folds and positions it at my opening. "Once I pop this cherry, you're mine. You can still stop me if you don't want this," he says and I smile. Flexing my hips, I slide my pussy a little down his length and bring my right palm up to his cheek.
"I want this. I want you. I've never wanted anything like I want you," I moan as he surges forward all the way. The pain is minimal and I know it's because I am so turned on and because I am more than a little in love with him. It's crazy how fast this is moving, but I don't care. When we start to move, I could swear I see colors.
For hours, it seems, we make love. He's a savage animal. Over and over, I come. I come so much I lose track of just how many orgasms I have. Hard, deep, fast, and slow. My legs are like jelly, and he's holding both of my ankles in the palms of his hands. They are crossed high in the air as he bottoms out in me again and again.
"Shay, this pretty pink pussy is sucking the life out of me."
"Isn't that what it’s supposed to do?"
"I don't know about supposed to," he grunts.
I come again and I feel his cock swell before his cum splashes inside of me. He leans down and kisses me on my closed eyes, my cheeks, and finally my swollen lips.
I wince when he pulls out of me. "Let's get cleaned up, baby," he says standing, holding out his hand to me. I take it, not sure I can even walk. Once out of bed, my legs are shaky but it's not impossible to walk. With the hot water cascading down my body, I feel like a goddess. He's staring at me like I'm his next meal and I love it.
His cock is hard again and I have to taste it. As gracefully as I can, I drop to my knees and wrap my hands around him. Despite books and movies making shower stuff look hot, this shit ain't easy.
"What are you doing, Shaynah?" he asks laughingly. My eyes pop up to his.
"Tasting what's mine," I simply reply before wrapping my lips around the thick, bulbous, angry looking head. My eyes are still connected with his. I love the way precum tastes, freely flowing from him. He's already branded my cunt, now it's my tongues turn.
"Oh fuck," he groans, no longer laughing. Good. I want him to feel as good as if not better than he made me feel.
Hollowing out my cheeks, I take him deeper into my throat. I must be doing something right because with each suck, his hands tighten in my hair. I love the pleasure the little bites of pain are giving me. My pussy is soaking wet again, and it has nothing to do with the shower. Sliding my hand down my belly, I moan deeply when my fingertips brush my clit. Using two fingers, I dip in and out of my cunt, getting my fingers good and wet, I then swirl them around my clit. I'm already so close to coming. How the fuck is that possible? I keep rubbing myself.
"You playing with my pussy?" he demands roughly.
"Uh-huh," I moan around him.
"Come for me, baby. Rub that little clit until your pussy gushes for me."
I have to pull off of him for a second when I come.
"I'm about to come, baby. Move if you don't want to swallow my seed," he says through clenched teeth. I shake my head and tighten my lips around him. "You're a good girl, baby." He strokes my cheek softly as he fucks my face hard. Again, I love how contradictory he can be. He grunts and fills my throat with his mouth watering cum and pulls out his still hard cock as I'm swallowing every bit of him down my throat. Then he helps me stand and kisses me so hard I lose my breath.
"Wow," I murmur when I can speak again.
"You are perfect," he says kissing my forehead. The water has long since run cold and I am shivering. "Let's get you dry. Stay with me?"
"For the night?" I ask, wanting to be sure I am not misunderstanding his tone.
"Forever."
"Yes," I whisper as he dries my body and drags an oversized tee shirt over my head and down my overworked body. We kiss again and it's like our souls are reconnecting from forever ago. God, I'm gonna cry with all of the emotions coursing through me, but I manage to keep it together.
We climb into bed, normally I sleep sprawled out in the middle of my queen sized bed, so this will be interesting. He took the side closer to the door, like a gentleman and he's out like a light. Me, on the other hand, am surprisingly wide awake. I'm thirsty so I make my way out to the kitchen and make a huge glass of ice water. Sipping it, I see a black double-tipped Sharpie on the counter. Picking it up, I grab my glass and head back to the bedroom.
I've got plans to mark my territory.
6
Blake
Waking up beside her is everything I never knew I wanted. Being inside of her can only be described as addicting. I'll forever need her. She's still sleeping when I head into the bathroom to take care of business. While washing my hands, I see not only scratches from Shaynah, but she's drawn on me as well. An intricately detailed drawing, like a tattoo, of a hammer, a side bevel, an awl, and a hand saw. All the things I've used a million times while building furniture. The "tattoo" also features the same roses she has on her thigh and her name underneath. She's branded me and I love it.
I am definitely getting this tattoo as soon as possible. I want her mark on me. I get ready for the day and go out into the kitchen to start some coffee. Once it’s brewing, she is up and dressed in her jeans again, but still wearing my shirt. Fuck, she looks good in my clothes. She looks good in anything as well as naked. Now is not the time for me to get hard. I have a lot to do today. First thing is to get her to work. Second thing, I need to speak to my parents. They each have offices in the same building downtown, so I texted them asking them to meet me for lunch at this little bistro my mom loves. It’s going to be a difficult conversation.
“Good morning,” she says as I hand her a cup of coffee. She adds a generous spoonful of sugar and milk to hers.
“Morning,” I say grinning at her.
“What? She asks before taking a sip.
"Have dinner with me tonight," I state.
"Yeah? Okay."
"I want you to meet my p
arents." She frowns.
"Your parents? Isn't it a bit soon for that?" she asks setting her mug down on the counter so fast some coffee splashes out. "Shit," she murmurs moving to the sink for the sponge.
"What do you mean?" I demand angrily. It's pissing me off that she could think that after all we shared. Sure, it's only been a day, but it feels so much longer than that.
"Just what I said. We just met yesterday. I think parents are jumping the gun," she says emphatically, but her eyes are swimming with tears. She's lying.
"Bullshit. Tell me the fucking truth."
"What if they think I'm not good enough for you? My mom's a stripper, I'm dirt poor."
"It sounds like you don't think you're good enough for me, Shaynah and that couldn't be further from the truth. My parents aren't like that. They might be rich but they've earned every dime. They are elbow deep in vaginas and assholes every day. My dad is from Pooler. He grew up in a trailer park there. My mom is from a tiny town in Florida. She didn't live a trailer but with five brothers and a single mom, she may as well have. She got rich when her grandfather passed away dividing his fortune between her and my uncles. He was estranged from my grandmother. She refused to get married and raised each kid, each with a different father by herself. They wouldn't judge you, baby."
"Promise?"
"I promise. Besides, even if they don't like you, I love you and that matters more." She looks up at me so quickly I am surprised she didn't get whiplash.
"You love me?" she asks.
"What did you think this was?" I ask moving closer to her.
"I know what I hoped it was."
"It's forever, baby. I said forever and I meant it." She nods, tears filling her eyes.
"Forever was never in the cards for me before you, Blake. I've been living day to day since I was thirteen years old. My mom was not the best mom, she tried but I had to pick up the slack, you know? I haven't spoken to her in two years. How fucking crazy is it that I miss her?"
