by M. K. Moore
Looking at my watch I notice it is already six. What the hell have I been doing all afternoon? I make my way to the kitchen. What I see when I get there is enough to make me groan. She is cooking on my stove top that has not been used in the six years I’ve lived here. Fancy is singing a song about one kiss and fallen in love with me. Yeah. I believe that. I have never heard the song before, but I like it.
Another thing I notice is that her hair is an elaborate braid and is swept to one side. She has also changed her clothes into a baggy Florida State sweatshirt and a pair of yoga pants that look painted on. As I travel down her long thick legs, I see that her pants have cut outs with lace from the knee to the ankle. Of course, she is barefoot.
“Smells good, baby.” I say, coming up behind her. I hear her little gasp as she realizes my erection is pressed against her ass. I smell her hair. Which smells of coconut, before pressing a kiss to her exposed neck.
Chapter Five
Fancy
Baby? He called me baby! I can feel his huge hard cock digging into my back and I love it.
Ever since he kissed me, I feel like I have been floating on clouds. I have kissed guys before but have gone no further with them. The kisses I have shared with him are like nothing I’ve ever felt before. The feeling of being positively domestic came over me as I did the grocery shopping with him in mind. Since, we had Italian for lunch I decided on something simple. Steak, baked potatoes, and a salad with my homemade dressing.
Being his PA means I already know he is allergic to peanuts and honey. Knowing this, I steer clear of those items. I haven’t had either after I started working for him. His peanut allergy can affect his skin too. I have avoided it, so I don’t accidently transfer the oil from peanut butter to him.
Once I turn to him, I see the huge grin on his face. “I made you some chocolate chip cookies.” I say smiling and turning back to finish putting the cookies on the plate.
“You smell like vanilla. I like it.” He bites into one of the cookies and lets out a deep throaty moan. His moan does things to me that I have never felt before. “This is delicious, Fancy. They are my weakness, especially when they are still warm.” He finishes the cookie in three bites. When he goes to grab another, I playfully slap his hand.
“Dinner is almost ready.” I say, laughing. He jerks his hand back and laughs as well. “I got you some beer, wine, and some harder stuff if you are interested. Jim, Jack, Jose, and Vodka. I can make margarita’s, though I shouldn’t drink tequila.” I say looking at him.
“Why not?” He asks.
“I am sure you have heard the song, Clark.” I laugh as it dawns on him.
“You know, margaritas sound good.” He says winking at me.
“I can whip up a pitcher now. Will you find something on Netflix to watch. I have actually been thinking about re-watching Firefly.” I say as I start making the margaritas.
“I know a drinking game for Firefly. It requires six shot glasses and whatever our poison will be.” He says.
“Is that a good idea?” I ask smiling. Opening a cabinet, he pulls out some shot glasses. Each one from a different state.
“It’s a great idea. I collect state shot glasses and have one from every state I have been to.” I hand him the big bottle of Jack.
“What an interesting hobby. I collect action figures, but this is a useful hobby.” I say. He goes into the living room. By the time I get out there with the margaritas and the glasses he has lined up the shots.
“What are the rules?” I ask. The only light in the room comes from the corner lamp. He hands me his phone and I read the rules. “We will be drunk before the first episode is over.” I say sitting down and handing his phone back to him.
“I am always up for a challenge.” He says, sitting down on the couch next to me. He pushes play on his crazy remote setup. Four episodes, six shots, and two margaritas each is all it takes before we are drunk. Deciding we need to eat I get up and grab our dinner plates, which I had warming in the oven.
We watch a few more episodes, while drinking some more. Before I know it, his hands are all over me. My sweatshirt is off, and he is unhooking my bra. Tossing it aside he places his mouth on my nipple. I never thought to be self-conscious. His hard cock and the look in his eyes tell me he wants me, no matter what I look like. He lays me on the couch and groans as I move under him. I can’t get enough of him touching me. I am running my hands over his chest and tug his shirt up and off of him. I use my feet to push his shorts down after I open them. There is no finesse here. He slides down my body, while taking my pants with him.
“No panties. What a naughty girl.” He says huskily. Once his tongue finds my core, I shoot up into a sitting position. Nothing has ever felt as good as his mouth does down there. He gently pushes my shoulders back down and I can’t help moaning, more than ready for him. When I come, he finally positions himself at my opening. He’s gripping the base of his cock and guiding it into me. He leans down and kisses me. “Is this what you want Fancy?
“Y-yes.” I moan. He needs no further encouragement. He pushes all the way into me in one thrust. I cry out and he stops. My eyes pop open and he has an awed or maybe confused look on his face.
“How the fuck is you untouched Fancy?”
“I have been saving myself for a worthy man. Please don’t stop, Clark.”
He begins to move erratically, and I try to meet his every thrust. When he finds my clit, I am unable to take it anymore. I come loudly and screaming his name.
“Squeeze my cock, baby. Take every fucking drop. You are fucking mine, Fancy. You will never know another cock. Ever. You are going to give me babies and I will breed this plump pussy.” I moan. Jesus, he is such a dirty talker and I love it. When he finally comes, he drops onto me.
“Fuck, Fancy. That is amazing. I must be hurting you, though.” He says as he begins to move. I hold on to him, because I don’t want him to leave me.
“I am not going to break, Clark. I can handle it.” His cock twitches inside of me.
****
The following morning, I wake with a headache. I can hear my alarm going off, but when I open my eyes and try to move I cannot. I look down and see Clark still laying on top of me and his cock still hard inside of me. We never left the couch.
“Good morning.” He says snuggling his head further into my tits. I am surprised he didn’t suffocate in there.
“Good morning to you too. Um, do you remember last night?” My alarm has stopped, but I know it won’t go off again.
“Vividly. Why?” He says as he is smiling. His sex-mussed hair is hot as hell.
“How many times did we have sex?” I ask.
“Three times…You don’t remember?”
“I do, I just wanted to see if you did. It was amazing, but after the first time it is a bit of a blur. Did you use protection?”
“Um, no. I don’t keep condoms on me. Aren’t you on the pill?” He asks.
“No, I am not.”
“Okay, baby, it will be ok. If you are worried about catching something, I swear I am clean. I haven’t had sex since before Eliza was born. We can’t change what happened last night and I wouldn’t want to.” He says sitting up. His eyes rake over my body. “We are adults; we can handle anything that happens.” I look at him. There are tears pooling in my eyes and I don’t know why.
“Come here.” He says holding out his hand. “Don’t cry. Everything will be ok.
“I am fine. I just never thought this would happen to me.”
“Fancy, you are beautiful. I am the luckiest man in the world. I get to be your one and only. That is a gift I will treasure forever.” I smile.
“Thank you for saying that. You don’t have to.”
“Say what? That you are beautiful. You absolutely are, but even if you weren’t I’d still want you. You are an amazing person and a hell of a baker. Those cookies will be a delicious breakfast. Almost as delicious as your sweet pussy.”
“I just don’t wa
nt you to be embarrassed by me.” I say sitting up.
“Why would I be embarrassed of you, Fancy?”
“Because I am fat.” I say, looking down at the fine leather of the couch.
“Listen to me right now Fancy.” He says grabbing my chin. “I am only going to say this once. Being fat and being beautiful are not two separate things. You can be both. You are so fucking beautiful inside and out that I want to tie you to me any way I can. Make you mine. Do you understand me?”
“Yes. I understand.” I say smiling. Those damn tears are back though. He wipes the ones that have fallen with his thumbs.
“Good, now dry those eyes and let me take you to my bed. It’s early yet and I find I would like to take my time with you this time around.” He says pulling me up from the couch and leading me to his bedroom. My fears assuaged, I lay in the center of his huge bed. I am eagerly anticipating his touch. My pussy is already wet at the thought of him taking me again. Making me his.
I hope the girls understand why I bailed on Taco night. I love them, but I love him and his cock just a little bit more.
Chapter Six
Clark
Being inside Fancy’s sweet pussy is everything I thought it would be and more. Knowing I am the only man who has been inside her is a gift. One I didn’t expect, but I’m grateful I don’t have to kill anyone. As much as I’d love to do nothing more than stay inside her all day, Eliza will be here this afternoon.
When I finally get out of bed, I notice Fancy isn’t next to me. When I reach the kitchen, I see Eliza sitting on a bar stool eating a cookie. Fancy is making food and they are talking like they have known each other forever. It warms my heart. I look around the living room and realize she has already cleaned up the mess from last night. I love that she is making herself right at home.
“Hey baby girl.” I say. When Eliza turns around, her eyes light up and she hops off the bar stool and into my arms. “When did you get here?”
“About an hour ago. You were still sleeping, so I answered the door.” She has a tight smile that doesn’t reach her eyes.
“So, you met Katya?” I dreaded this. I get Fancy is self-conscious. It doesn’t make it better that Katya is a model for a lingerie company and I don’t want Fancy getting any ideas that Katya is the body type I go for. I have never really had a type, but Fancy hits all my ideals.
Seeing her sitting here with Eliza tells me what kind of mother she will be. Truth be told, the night Eliza was conceived I was drunk. So drunk that I didn’t even remember her until she came to my team’s headquarters to ask for me. Katya just got her first starring role in a movie and I will have Eliza more often.
“I did. She seems...nice.” Doubtful. She can be petty.
“Mommy was mean to Fancy.” Eliza says reaching to grab another cookie, but fuck that is what I wanted to avoid.
“You should have woken me.” I say walking over to her and kissing her.
“It was nothing I couldn’t handle.” Fancy says as she is dishing up delicious smelling soup and carrying the bowls to the table.
“Is she your girlfriend?” Eliza asks, giggling.
“She is. Is that okay with you?” I have never brought her around a woman before and hate that I even asked her.
“Of course, Daddy. I like her. She makes the best chocolate chip cookies. Ever.”
“Why thank you, Ms. Eliza. Lunch is ready.”
“Lunch?” I say, because I am starving.
“Yep. Grilled cheese and tomato soup.” She says as she loads the table up with food. I carry Eliza to the table and set her down at her seat. After she joins us we begin to eat. When we are almost done, I decide a beach day could be fun.
“Let’s go down to the beach today.” I say.
“Yay!” Eliza says, hurrying to eat her food.
“Sounds good. You guys have fun. I’ll head home and see you Monday.” Fancy says.
“I want you to come with us Fancy. Can you braid my hair like yours?”
“I will have to run home and get my bathing suit, but I can totally braid your hair, Eliza.
“Yay. I am finished. May I be excused?” She asks.
“Sure thing. Go change.” I say, and she jumps up from the table. She runs down the hallway and her door slams finally.
“Let me clean up and then I will head to my house.” She says gathering dishes.
“I’ll finish up, you go ahead.” I say. She kisses me and walks away.
I load the dishwasher and grab a seat at the bar, reading the paper. Friday’s are the best day of the week in my opinion.
Eliza comes back in and searches around the kitchen.
“Where is Fancy?” She asks.
“She went home to get her bathing suit. She’ll be back. Tell me about school.”
“It’s summer Daddy. There is no school until next month.”
“Right. We should get you registered, don’t you think?”
“Yes. Didn’t mom give you any papers or something?”
“I am sure she did. There is a folder on the counter. I just haven’t looked at it yet.” I say. “When did you get so grown up?” She shrugs.
“You kind of have to when your mother is Katya.” I nod. It makes me sad that she would have to say anything like that about her mother. I am glad she will now be able to have a more normal childhood.
When Fancy returns, she walks right in and I smile. Eliza runs over to her and hugs her. I have never seen her take to anyone the way she has Fancy. I rub a hand over my chest again.
“Can we do my hair now?” Eliza asks.
“Of course. We’ll have you looking like a little princess in no time.” They go to Eliza’s bedroom and I head to mine to change. Pulling on my swim trunks, I take in my messy bed. Fancy’s perfume is still hanging in the air. It’s funny how much I crave her, even after having her for just one night. I will do anything in my power to make her mine forever.
When I get back out to the living room, they are ready to go. Fancy has a beach bag slung over her shoulder but is wearing a coverup. I didn’t get a chance to look at her earlier, but I do so now. Her hair is braided again, and Eliza is sporting a matching style.
“Are my girls ready to go?” I ask. My girls. I like the sound of that.
“I’m ready, Daddy.” Eliza says.
“Me too.” Fancy says.
I lock the door behind us as we make our way down the driveway. The beach is only three blocks over and walking will be easier, so we don’t have to park. I grab the bag from Fancy’s shoulder and then her hand. Eliza skips down the sidewalk in front of us.
I have never been happier, but I can’t help feeling like the other shoe is going to drop.
Chapter Seven
Fancy
The beach is a blast. I am burnt, but it is so worth it. Eliza is like no ten-year-old I have ever met. She has quickly wormed her way into my heart. She loves to read, just like me and likes pretty things. She is way too sweet to have that bitch as a mother though. Her snide comments about my weight and being the help really weren’t anything I hadn’t heard before. But when an actual fucking model who has had sex with my man is standing in in front of me throwing shade, it hurts. More than it should. When a four and half foot sassy little thing came to my rescue, I melted.
While we walked back from the beach, we stopped at my house and I grabbed some clothes, because he asked me to stay with him again. I find that I never want to leave. It’s hard to believe that two days ago, he didn’t even speak to me. Now, he’s whispering filthy things in my ear.
We order pizza for dinner before getting cleaned up. I have sand in places it shouldn’t, and my skin is crawling. Honestly, that is the worst thing about living by the beach. Sand blows with the wind and it gets on everything. That’s why I take my shoes off at the door, besides hating them I hate dirty floors.
We watch movies until Eliza falls asleep around nine. She is laying with her head in my lap and I think it is just awesome how much she likes me
. I gently get up from the couch and lift her in my arms to carry her to bed. I had already cleaned up the pizza mess in between movies earlier.
After, I head back out to the couch where Clark is still sitting.
“You are so good with her.” He says.
“It’s easy to be. She is a good kid.” I say honestly.
“She is, though I don’t know where she gets it. Katya is not a nice person and I am not much better.”
“You are a good man, Clark. Trust me. I am going to have a glass of wine. Do you want a beer?”
“Sounds good, baby. What do you want to watch?”
“Super Troopers. Do you have that?”
“I’ve never seen it, but I can buy it on Amazon.”
“What? It is a cult classic.” I say, mock mortified. I move over to the kitchen to get our drinks. By the time I get back to the couch, he has it cued up. “You are in for a treat. It’s awesome.”
“Hang on, I am going to set the alarm. I didn’t do that last night. You know the code, right?”
“I do, and you were a little bit busy last night.”
“Still, I should have kept you safe.”
“I was safe.”
“Fine. Now you will be doubly safe.” He says, smiling.
We watch the movie till the end and laugh the whole time. Thank God. He has a good sense of humor.
“Should we talk?” I ask.
“What is there to talk about?”
“You told your daughter I was your girlfriend. That is a serious step.”
“It is, but I am ready to take another step.”
“Another?”
“I want you to move in.”
“Move in?” I must look like a deer in the headlights.
“Yeah. Like all your stuff here. Your car. Be with me every night.”
I pretend to think about it, because I don’t want to seem crazy.
“I’d really like that.”
