by Pamela Ann
“Yes—I’m addicted to it.” Emma thrashed, sounding like an animal. “I love it. I love how it feels.” She started with her half screams, escalating into a crescendo. “I love—” She was about to lose it as she clamped on my dick so hard that I felt like she was going to cut all circulation during her orgasm. “I love you,” she yelped, riding the highs of her orgasm.
No man could fuck her like I could. No man could satisfy her the way I pushed her body above and beyond its capability. Only me—the man she had vowed to marry—could ever bring her that electrifying, out of this world experience.
“My love,” I groaned into her hair before I closed my eyes, thrusting like an animal for the last time.
Ever since our engagement, spilling my seed into her body only made me yearn for one thing, a family with her. It used to be about owning her and marking my way into her body, yet now, it was so much more than that. I wanted a family. The real deal. Picket fence and all that jazz.
“Thank you, babe.” She twisted her head to the side then kissed my cheek before I rolled off her body with closed eyes.
Stars—twinkling, bright, glowy lights—were sparking behind my lids, the aftermath of amazing sex. Only with Emma did this ever happen. Sighing with blissful contentment, I pulled her close then settled her head on the crook of my neck while she thanked me for the wild ride before wrapping her leg and arm around me, getting ready to sleep.
Without saying anything, I kissed her forehead and held her closer to my body.
This is what life is about, I thought as I shut my eyes, enjoying this moment while I pondered some more. Amazing sex was also a part of it, but that wasn’t the essence of it. No. It came closer to love, I believed, but I think it was more about being a piece of everything; not a trace of hate or any of those ugly dark things brewing inside of you anywhere. Having the serenity of peace in your life made a person appreciate love. It made you fully grasp it, embrace it and become intimate with it.
I was simply dwelling on the past hour’s events when my cell phone rang out of nowhere, pulling me out of my easygoing mood. No calls past midnight were ever good. Plus, as of late, the person that had been calling me past this hour was the culprit who was capable of ruining what I had preciously nurtured.
Closing my eyes, I counted—One. Two. Three—before gently pulling myself away from Emma’s sleeping body. Rolling off the mattress, I snatched my phone from the chrome-mirrored table and walked towards the living room, hoping the patience I had found earlier was still in my system. “This better be important,” I snapped the second I picked up the call. I guess being patient was out of the question.
“Don’t be so mean to me; I’m depressed.” Nikki sniffed on the other end.
“I’m not your therapist,” I growled out, trying to calm myself down. “You need to stop calling me whenever you feel like you want to vent. Get it together, Nikki. This is getting really old.”
She was quiet awhile before I heard her make a long sigh, and when she spoke, it was as if I didn’t say anything to her. “I can’t wait to see you next week. Do you think it’s a boy or a girl? What would you prefer? I think I would like a boy and we could name him Bass Jr.,” she happily chatted away, annoying me more.
Placing my elbows on my knees, my hand gripped my forehead as I tried to reason with myself that this woman was pregnant, hormonal and was going through so much. Most of all, though, she could possibly be the mother of my child. I flinched at the thought because, each time I thought of babies, it was Emma who I saw carrying mine, not Nikki or any other woman. It was only Emma.
Back to my ever present reality, I forced myself to act like a decent person and considered her question. “I haven’t really thought about it much to be honest.” Bass Jr.? Fuck.
“Do you ever think about—”
“No,” I cut her off, knowing where it was going to lead. “I don’t ever think about it when it concerns you. There’s nothing to think about other than this problem.”
Nikki didn’t know when to stop, she just kept on nagging and pushing until I was out of energy to argue with her, but tonight, I was running low on steam. Besides, I merely wanted to curl next to Emma, sleep and dream of a world that didn’t consist of a woman named Nikki Pavlova.
“Our baby isn’t a problem,” she yelled into the mouthpiece, about to lose her shit, yet again. This was a common occurrence. As I stated before, pregnancy made her psychotic-ness much, much worse.
“It’s not mine until proven, Nikki. I understand that the other guy doesn’t want to be named, but at least give me some breathing room. You can’t expect me to be at your beck and call whenever you feel sad or lonely. I’m not your go-to person. I’m not your man—I’m not your anything. You may be in love with me, but I feel nothing towards you other than pity. You must get that through your head. I love one woman and that woman isn’t you. How many times can we dissect this using different words and a different approach? I’m fucking sick of this.”
Nikki was whining again. “If Emma didn’t intervene…”
“If—” I growled, not willing to hold back any longer because she was unwilling to drop the damn subject. “If I stayed with Emma and went to Dallas to film with you, I wouldn’t even bat an eyelash if you ran up to me naked. I’m not that guy that would cheat because I’m fucking horny and need a pussy to fuck; I’m not that man. If you think I’m like that, then you’re sadly mistaken. I have a beautiful woman to come home to. It’s Emma I want, not you. So, I’m begging you, leave the subject alone.”
“Fuck off, Bass. You think Emma’s the shit. Well, guess what? She’s nothing great. I’ve met her and there’s nothing that stands out to me. What makes her so damn special, huh? She’s just another stupid bimbo you like to fuck.”
“Do not fucking insult her!” I ground out, fuming. “I’m done speaking to you. The next time we talk, I will be contacting you. Stop. Calling. Me. Or I will report you for harassment.” My threats didn’t come empty. I’d had enough of this nonsensical madness.
I was beyond furious when I ended the call. With Emma, I was a willing participant, yet with this one, I’d rather turn into a monk than listen to another Nikki rant, talking about herself, her career, her beauty and how this pregnancy was ruining her life.
Enough was enough. I was going to try and be there during this whole experience, but it better be on my terms.
No more Mr. Nice Guy.
Chapter 13
Bass
Emma could only stay overnight. So when she left the next day, even though I had to get back to work as well, I felt the pressing void that lingered in me because she wouldn’t be in the hotel waiting for me when I got back.
With only three more days until I flew back home, I ordered the hotel not to change the sheets until I left for the weekend. Color me nasty, but I wanted her scent to envelope me when I was falling asleep. It was definitely official—I was becoming weird, all due to my lovely wife-to-be.
Nevertheless, I had never been happier.
One of the main reasons that I was coming home was Nikki’s ultrasound. I had it arranged on a Sunday, past normal hours, so that no paparazzi could get a glimpse of us. I could only imagine the kind of upheaval it would cause once it was confirmed that I could be the father of her unborn child.
True, the extra attention bothered me some, however this was me simply being more considerate for Emma and protecting her from more hurt that the pictures could evoke. Dealing with it on a daily basis was hard enough, now sprinkle that with photographic evidence, she was going to go ballistic. Understandably so; therefore, if I had the power to lessen the pain and hurt, I’d do anything to make that happen.
After the endless countdown, I was standing where I wanted to be.
“Finally, I’m home,” I whistled, raking a hand through my hair before I let myself in. Dropping my weekend bag on the foyer, I lazily strolled towards the stairs. I paused on the foot of it as I took in the sounds that were vibrating through the
halls.
Emma’s moans were so loud, one would think she was being...fucked.
My stomach dropped at the same time that my heart started to palpitate as I ran up the stairs two at a time. I had barely caught my breath when I dashed towards my bedroom, ready to fucking kill someone, yet when I pushed the slightly ajar door fully open, I found her in the middle of the bed. She was arching her back with her legs spread wide, her eyes closed with a vibrator in her and a hand on her breast, teasing it.
Fucking hell. I loved coming home to Emma like this.
My cock raged as I took in the scene. Automatically, I shed off my clothing as quietly as possible. Emma didn’t even notice that someone was in the room until I captured her nipple with my finger and thumb, pulling and twisting it.
She freaked, thinking it was another man intruding her private moment, tensing and looking like she was about to scram and scream at the same time. Then, when she finally realized that it was me interrupting her intimate session, she turned pink, possibly embarrassed that I had caught her in the middle of her erotic action.
“Bass! I thought you’d be home tomorrow!”
Well, had I known what my woman was getting herself into whilst I was away, I’d have at least had her let me watch sexy times.
Licking the bottom of my lip, I let the back of my forefinger circle her areola before zeroing in on the tight rose-tip while noting how shallow her breathing had become. “I did tell you I missed, didn’t I?” I murmured as I got on my knees and joined her before spreading her legs wider until they couldn’t go any further apart. Her exposed pussy was sopping wet with traces of some white residue from her ongoing orgasm, making me want to dip my head in between her sex and taste the very heart of her.
Emma was about to pull the vibrator out when I stopped her from doing so. “Keep that in,” I demanded as I pushed the flesh colored dick-like object into her pussy, making her shut her eyes before grunting a moan. I have a lot of plans with this toy, my love, I thought wickedly while my eyes were clearly hypnotized at the very sultry sight of her. A woman after the very heart of a man. What was not to love?
Her eyes widened, bulging out of her sockets when the meaning of my words sunk in. “You’re joking,” she whispered in utter disbelief.
Like I would gladly tease my cock like that? Hell to the no. This was a serious situation. “Don’t tell me you haven’t thought of double penetration, my love?” I was sure each woman had come to a point where they had questions about their body’s ultimate peak of pleasure. From what I had gathered with the female counterparts, DP, when done right, could certainly be the very best way to reach absolute nirvana.
Emma was flabbergasted. She opened her mouth then closed it back again, unable to conjure anything. So instead, she licked her bottom lip with her eyes on my prize before giving my body the full, heated appreciation as her eyes lifted upwards, meeting my intense blues.
Her silence was a major tell tale sign. “You’ve thought about it… wonder where your imagination took you, hmmm?” Whatever it was, her cunt certainly was getting aroused each second that ticked by. Gripping the base of my sex, I waved it before her face, needing her to service me well. “Suck me good for a whole minute. Deep throat and all, and don’t stop until I tell you to.”
One of the very reasons that had me addicted to sex with Emma was her out-of-my-mind gifted ability to giving the greatest head I’d had in my life. Believe me, I’d had my fair share of different strokes, and none of them could ever make my toes-curl, eyes roll to the back of my head or had me screaming like a ninny like Emma could. And goddamned, the woman was doing it now, making me incredibly weak in the knees, sucking and relaxing her gag reflex to easily accommodate my size.
“Christ, Emma, you’re such a fucking good little sucker,” I grunted out as I lifted my arms and folded them behind my head, enjoying her stunning services.
Each stroke, suck and lick fused my body, burning like hell. When my insides started to coil, tightening as they started to prep my system for my release, I gripped the back of her head and pulled her hair and face away from my dick before I plunged my tongue down her throat while my hand reached in between her legs to manipulate the vibrating device. I kissed her thoroughly until we were both out of breath.
Our chests were heaving, our lips raw and bruised and our eyes were glazed with the savage gluttony of the flesh. Holding the sides of her hips, I slid her down with a quick pull, adamant to feel her moistened heat around me, as I positioned her pussy directly against the tip of my cock with her legs behind her head.
“Baby,” Emma moaned, biting her lip as she waited for me to connect us together, making us one.
Grabbing hold of my dick, I gently slapped the sides of her pussy—the lips, the end of her clit and her wet exposed asshole—lavishing on the heightened pleasure it gave before I lined my length against the crack of her anal hole with slight pressure. Then I roughly slid over it, stroking it back and forth, needing her pussy to weep some more essence to lube up her other entrance.
The second I saw the glistening trickle of her honey, my cock forcefully slid into her excruciatingly tight hole, which made her gasp in pain while I basked in the absolute heaven it gave me. With the dildo stuck in her pussy, it gave me little room to wiggle, thus making it even more intense. Add the vibration of the dildo inside her walls, and the venereal experience was only amplified.
“Did your imagination live up to this?”
She was past hearing me due to her body sending riotous signals everywhere as she tried to gasp and breathe at the same time.
Nothing could top this for me. Emma kept on giving, and I was the besotted man who could never resist her, needing to always get a fill of my addiction someway, somehow.
“How do you like having two cocks inside you, my love? It feels beautiful, doesn’t it?” Beautiful? It was blissful perfection. Epic more like it.
“I love you,” she screamed, tightening around me as I fucked her harder than before, knowing that power thrusts made her orgasms last longer.
“Your cunt looks marvelous, my love. Come on both cocks, my little beautiful slut. Tighten your walls around them and milk them good,” I commanded, sprung at the lovely sight before me.
I was fucking in love with all of Emma’s shades—the sexy, the shy, the strong-willed and the relentless—all of her. I worshipped, on my knees as I vowed to cherish and love her forever.
The term pussy whipped sure came to mind.
Chapter 14
Carter
“When are you going to start dating again, man?” Cooper flicked the back of my head with the end of his gym towel before he smacked it on my ass as well.
“What the fuck! Since when did you start swinging to the other side, Coop?” I glared at him, annoyed that he’d made me spit out some of the orange juice I was drinking. It was barely nine in the morning and Cooper was already shitting on my day. Way to go fucktard! I shook my head as I scratched the spot that he inflicted on me.
“Fuck off, pervert. I’m asking because I’m sick of being asked by all these women. We’re done with school, but we’re still in SB, so that doesn’t really make a difference. You’re still their living god for some sick reason. If I get as much attention as you do, I’d be rollin’ it, man. You being the dick god sucks. I mean, a dick god that doesn’t use his dick doesn’t make much sense to me.” Coop kept blabbering as he prepared his post workout drink just as Brody appeared, looking like a lost puppy.
“Oh, here’s another pussy to join in the DG suck group. I’m living with punanis. We need to do some heavy meditation or something ‘cause this shit’s not working, boys.”
Coop seriously was getting on my last nerve while Brody was what? Depressed? Fucked? Yeah, something like that. “You okay, bud?” I eyed him with worry. “Your eyes look shot.” Like the man hadn’t slept in days; wonder what he’s been up to?
Brody simply shook his head and proceeded to make himself a cup of coffee without
uttering a damn word.
“No offense. Lindsey’s an amazing chick, and at one point, I almost fucking fell for her, but, bro,” Coop addressed Brody, “you have to stop this, man. She ain’t coming back, especially if you keep crying like a little baby. You gotta show her what she’s missing out, you know.”
“You need to back the fuck off, Coop. I’m not in the mood to be fucked with,” Brody growled at him before taking himself away from the kitchen, leaving a heavily scented trail of freshly brewed coffee in his wake.
Coop snorted, downing half of his drink before sitting across from me, looking like he was about to give me a goddamned speech again.
Before he even began, I butted in to stop his annoying spew of shit. What the fuck did he know anyway? “I don’t want to date; other than being with Emma.”
“Don’t be stupid. She’s with Bass, you idiot.” Coop gave me a weird look, like I’d really lost it this time. “What? You’re just going to sit back and relax until she’s done with him and come swoopin’ in like the last time?”
Like I would tell him that was right. Instead, I gave him a shrug, not wanting to discuss my intentions with Emma. No one would understand. They thought I was simply being stupid because Emma had left me after my major screw-up, but I loved her. I was just a moron who hadn’t seen and appreciated what I truly had before I lost it.
Temptations were everywhere, to this day. Even though I chose not to act on them, I still got tempted from time to time. Fuck, a man could only go for so long on a pussy hiatus without going berserk. Each time I got closer to giving in, I always remembered Emma’s face; the look that she used to give me after she told me she loved me. I clung on to that memory because, honestly, it was all I had at the moment.
