by Dace Everan
George gagged. “I think I need a shower now.” He shuddered. “Gross.” He held his hand out to her, looking at it. She had the same disgusted look he probably did. “Yeah, I don’t blame you,” he replied, leading her up the stairs. “We might just have to get you naked and do a load of laundry. I think I still smell his place all over you,” he grumbled.
Keena snorted. “Wash your hands first. That is seriously gross. How? I don’t understand how Rick could be like that.” She looked at George’s broad shoulders. He wasn’t anything like Rick. Neither was Jared or Sam. She had been in both their homes, and they were spotless.
George opened the door, looking around. God, he missed his dog. “You know you’re going to have to bring Deeogee out here sometime,” he replied, watching Keena cross his apartment out to the deck. He arched a sceptical brow. What was she doing?
“I told her I would bring her out next weekend for the picnic,” she replied.
George smiled. “My dog, not your daughter,” he called.
Keena giggled. “I told you, you shouldn’t have brought her. Me and Carmy love dogs,” she shot back before disappearing out onto the deck.
George headed down the hall. She was right. He could feel ickies all over him. He washed his hands, grabbed two towels, and headed out to the deck. He knew exactly what his little sweetheart was doing.
Keena tossed her clothes at him as he entered the deck area. “I really hope you were serious about washing those. I’m utterly grossed out,” she confessed.
George grinned as she placed her naked self under his shower. He laid the towels next to the hot tub, grabbed her clothes, and headed back into the house. “Oh, wait, my bra!” she cried.
George plucked the purple bra from the mix, hanging it over the back of the couch.
“Thank you!” she yelled into the house after seeing it. She had gotten a job while Carmy was in her playgroup classes, and with her first paycheck, she went and bought that bra. The thing had cost a fortune. There was no way she was allowing him to just callously toss it into a washing machine and possibly wreck it.
George came out butt-naked and Keena stared as he headed straight for the shower. She leaned against the edge of the tub and watched him.
“Gonna get a complex, you staring all the time,” he called over his shoulder. He grinned. He had been walking around in the buff whenever he could get away with it. He was hoping to get her comfortable with him being naked. He had been overjoyed last week when he had had a sleepover at her place and she had crawled in bed in only panties. It had been the first time that she had not crawled into bed in her two-piece pajamas.
Keena smiled, blushing. He hadn’t tried anything overly sexual on her. He had kissed her, hugged her, held her, but never pushed sex on her. How could she not love him? She sighed. “Carmy was talking today,” she started.
George rinsed his hair before he turned the taps off. “And?” He loved hearing about Keena and Carmy’s little talks. The little girl was a joy.
“She was asking about you.”
George slipped in behind her, pulling her into his lap. Keena shivered at the feel of his thick erection against the small of her back. He relaxed back and spread one hand over her tummy. The other held her hip, caressing her side with his thumb. The little motion did wondrous things to her. “What about me?” he asked, laying a kiss on her temple.
Keena furrowed her brow. How did she even mention this to him? She supposed just being straightforward about it.
“Okay, I felt that uncertainty,” he replied, nuzzling her neck.
“She asked why you don’t live with us,” she blurted.
George smiled. “Did you tell her I have my own place?”
Keena nodded. “She said you should keep it for a weekend getaway for the three of us. She wants a little brother.”
George roared out in laughter. “Wow, tough day with the boss, eh?” He had wondered why she had been a bundle of nerves when he picked her up. Normally she was laughter and hugs. Today she had been a little standoffish. It all made sense now.
Keena released a shaky breath. “I didn’t know how to answer her, George. I have never not known what to say to her. I don’t like not knowing how to answer her,” she said. It broke her heart not being able to give her daughter a straight answer. Carmy deserved to know what was happening.
George tightened his grip on her. “So, let me get this straight. I’m supposed to move in with the two of you?” he clarified.
Keena nodded. “She said you would protect us.”
George smiled at the compliment. “I love your daughter,” he replied, rubbing her arms and up, over her shoulders, “and I’m supposed to keep this place so we can come here on the weekends?”
Keena nodded again. “She thinks it would be good for us to come out and let Deeogee run. She wants to chase her around and play with her,” she filled in.
George nodded. “I can deal with that. Now, this little brother thing. She want that right this minute, or do I get to marry her mommy first?” he asked.
Keena blushed from head to foot. They never talked about them having a relationship. He came over almost every night, except the nights he had to work at the club. If it turned out to be a late night, he would cheat and sneak to her place to sleep. She didn’t mind. She was usually up anyway. Sleep was something that she still had trouble with. “She didn’t specify details, just that she wanted a little brother to play with. You’re too big to play on the swing set.”
George laughed. “Well, that’s rude. I went down the slide.” Goddamn. That was all he had to do to have a kid with this beautiful woman—just be himself and too big to play on the slide. He grinned and his heart beamed. He was liking where this was going. He and Carmy were going to get along great.
Keena grinned. “You also almost wrecked it. She was crying that night. She wasn’t sure how to break it to you that you were too big for it,” she confessed.
George laughed. “Fine, I won’t go down the slide anymore. Crap, you girls are taking away my play options. The swings are too small. Monkey bars are too short…Shit, she just needs to grow so we can get a bigger set,” he replied.
Keena looked away, out towards the dark woods that surrounded his place. He didn’t want to have a baby with her. She didn’t blame him. She was a piece of work. With the issues she had, she wouldn’t want to take that on either. He would not only have to take care of her, but Carmy and the baby.
George pulled back her hair, baring her neck to him. “You know this baby thing…That requires a little more than hanging out, right?”
Keena blushed, shifting.
George chuckled. “Little miss uncomfortable, you know talking sex with me isn’t supposed to be uncomfortable?” he replied matter-of-factly.
Keena peeked back at him. It was for her.
He kissed her on the lips, cupping her cheek in his hands. “Serious, Keena, you can’t be shy with me. I don’t deal well with guessing what you want,” It was one thing he would not accept. They needed to be open about their sex life.
Keena looked at him. Oh, those dark eyes she had fell for the first time she had laid eyes on him. She felt safe looking into those eyes. “I want you to touch me, George. To do what you want,” she whispered. She cringed. It was coming out all wrong. She didn’t know how to say “make love to me.” She had never…No, she had asked David and he took it way farther than she ever wanted.
George smiled, dragging his thumb across her lower lip. “So I can take you to my bed, spread you out and kiss every inch of you if I wanted?”
The thought made her pussy clench in response. She nodded without even thinking about it. “I can turn you around right now…” He nipped at her lips. “Push you up against the edge of the tub and fuck you?” The words set a rush of desire spiralling through her.
She wanted him to do that. She nodded.
George raised a sharp eyebrow. “Or you could turn around…” He was already turning her, littering kiss
es along her neck.
“Straddle me.”
She did as he said.
“Touch me while I touch you.”
She already had her hands wandering over his chest, her mouth nipping at his.
“Rub that sweet pussy of yours on me.”
Keena moaned, hips already rolling. Her eyes glazed over with want.
George groaned at the hungry look in her eyes. “Fuck me,” he rasped, gripping her hips.
Keena moaned, nodding, hips rising till she felt the tip of his bulbous cock at her entrance. He held her gaze as she slid her sweet pussy over him, embracing his dick. “Good girl,” he whispered.
Keena braced herself against his shoulders. He was bigger than she remembered. She swallowed a whimper trying to escape.
He captured her in a hungry kiss as he lifted her ever so much off his cock, then guided her heat back over him. She moaned into his mouth and returned the kiss just as hungrily. George groaned as she rose atop him, picking her own rhythm. He grasped her hips tightly, her name slipped from his lips.
Keena panted as beads of sweat formed on her temples. He suckled at her breast, squeezing the other with his hand. She arched her back, his dick hitting her somewhere magical. She cried out and gripped his shoulders. “George!”
He bit down on her nipple, holding it till it popped from his mouth. “Baby, I need to fuck you,” he said as he suddenly stood, holding her back against the edge of the tub.
Keena cried out in ecstasy as he picked up the pace.
“Keena…oh, sugar, tell me I’m not hurting you,” he muttered.
She shook her head, her legs wrapping around his hips. “More, please,” she cried. She needed more of him, all of him, needed to feel him take her in that carnal, animalistic way that had been in his eyes the first time they had been here in this exact spot.
George groaned and slammed into her sweet heat. Their skin slapped against each other, their moans filled the night air, and her sweet, high-pitched squeals pushed him over the edge.
He angled her hips and she screamed the most delectable scream he had ever heard. Her cunt clamped tightly around his dick and sucked him further in. He groaned and jackhammered her. Her cunt hugged him tightly. Her high-pitched screams echoed around them as he brought her another wave of bliss and found his own.
Chapter Fourteen
One year later
Keena sprawled out on the bed, groaning as she stretched her aching joints. George chuckled, lips dragging along her belly. He laid his head against the little baby bump. “Hello, in there,” he called.
Keena giggled, burying her hands in his hair. “You hear anything?” she asked.
George grinned. He lifted his head off her tummy and looked at her. “I think he said ‘Hey, Dad,’” he declared proudly.
Keena rolled her eyes. “Highly doubt that. More like, ‘Do you have to roll me all over?’”
George grinned. He had rolled her over quite a few times. He kissed her tummy. “Your mother’s fault, women and being comfortable.” He scoffed.
Keena smacked his naked shoulder as he scrambled to get away from her hands. George laughed as she scrambled after him, tackling him to the bed. She pinned his hands over his head and kissed him full on the lips. She thrust her hips, her pussy rubbing against his dick till it came to life. She grinned. “I was thinking,” she whispered, cheeks turning a bright red.
George grinned. “I like when you think,” he declared, especially when her cheeks turned that heated red. She had been having dirty thoughts of him. He loved when she had dirty thoughts of him.
Keena closed her eyes. She was going to lose her nerve.
“Tell me, sugar,” he urged.
Keena opened her eyes and looked at him. “You remember last week? That position where I was on you, but you were behind me?” She forgot what he had called that certain position.
George chuckled. “Ah, the one sweetheart nicely ruined for me,” he growled, already sitting up.
Keena allowed him up and let him turn her around. He lifted her till she was standing on the bed. He chuckled, turning her until he was able to kiss each beautiful ass cheek. “Soon, sugar, I’m gonna take you here,” he whispered.
Her cheeks clenched and he chuckled. “Spread,” he ordered.
Keena did as he said.
His tongue slid along her slit and she shivered. He loved the reaction he got from her. He glanced at the door.
“I locked it,” she panted. There was no way she was losing out on this a second time. The pleasure he had brought her last week had been excruciating and even more so when they had been interrupted.
George slid his finger along her soaked slit, circled her clit, and teased her till she was panting heavily. His mouth replaced his fingers. “Hold still, sugar,” he ordered.
She panted a yes, nodding, her legs shaking. She wasn’t going to last long if he kept that up. Her breathing ripped from her throat as the first tidal wave struck her. “Georgie…please…oh, God… More, please,” she begged.
George chuckled, tongue thrusting into her cunt, fucking her. He groaned. He loved her walls closing around him. He pulled her back down and set her on him. She slid her legs to the outside of his. He held her hips and eased her down over him. They both moaned at the sensation of her cunt milking him.
He nuzzled her neck. “Comfy?”
She nodded, reaching up to encircle his neck with her arms.
“There you go, sugar.” He glided his hands down her arms and cupped her breasts. “Couple more months and we’re going to have to retire this move,” he whispered.
She nodded. “You’ll have to do it a few more times.” She shuddered as he hit that spot that always brought stars to her eyes. Her grip tightened on his hair and pulled.
He guided her hips as she panted heavily. “Got it,” she whispered, knowing he was helping her reach a rhythm. He moved his hands, cupping her breasts.
He loved this position with her. She didn’t realize how on display she was to him. “Look, sugar,” he ordered.
Keena looked ahead, eyes widening. Oh, God, she hadn’t even noticed the mirrors. Her pussy clamped over him and she bit the scream trying to rip from her throat.
George groaned. He hadn’t expected the sight to make her come. He gripped his arms over her shoulders holding her close. “Again, sugar,” he ordered. Lifting her, he dropped her down on him. She screamed out. George tensed, shit. He forgot to cover her mouth! And, goddammit, he wasn’t sure if he would be able to hold out for her to come a second time.
He covered her mouth with his hand, only to have her bite his palm. “Sorry, sugar. Gonna scare Carmine,” he reminded her. Keena nodded, growling as he continued to plunge her body onto his cock. Their fun play was over and gone, replaced by lust and animalistic want.
She arched her back till she had her face buried against his neck, and allowed him to push her body full throttle. Soon they both cried out in unison as her cunt could no longer stop clamping around him.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he chanted, grasping her shoulder to hold her in place as his hips jerked against her.
Keena slumped forward, giggles escaping her. “I love you, Georgie,” she cried, tears rolling down her face. George hugged her close, body covering hers, careful not to squish her to the bed.
The knock at the door had them both stiffening. “You okay?” he asked. She nodded, reaching for the blanket with trembling hands.
“Mommy…?” Carmy called from the other side of the door.
George grabbed the nighty from the end of the bed, easing it over Keena’s head. He slipped on his pajama bottoms, crossing to the door. He glanced at Keena to make sure she was all calm and collected. She already had the bed back to normal. He inhaled a calming breath and urged his heart to slow the fuck down. He released the breath and opened the door. Carmy looked at him with tear-filled eyes. “I had a bad dream,” she whispered.
George picked her up. “So let me guess, you need a momm
y hug and me to get Deeogee for you?”
Carmy shook her head, leaning close, arms circling his neck tightly. “I need a daddy hug, I think,” she whispered.
George’s heart broke in half. It wasn’t often she came to him for a hug. It had always been Keena to hand those out. “Well, come on, I think Mommy needs one, too. One arm for you, and one arm for Mommy. Only for a little while though. You have to sleep in your own bed, sweetheart.”
Carmy nodded. She knew that. Mommy and Daddy had told her many of times. They had even told her that when the baby arrived, Deeogee was allowed to sleep in her room when she needed him. Otherwise, Deeogee was to be outside in her dog house.
George lay back in the middle of the bed. Keena pulled the blankets up over George and Carmy. She snuggled up to his side, Carmy hugged around his chest. Keena rubbed her back. “Same bad dream, baby?”
Carmy nodded, rubbing her eyes. “It will go away, Mommy,” she whispered. She peeked up at her new daddy with tired eyes. “I wanna go visit Grandma Keepher. She gives me good dreams.”
George nodded. “Tomorrow, sweetheart, big birthday party,” he reminded her.
Carmy closed her eyes, relaxing against him. “Night, Mommy…”
Keena leaned up, kissing her cheek. “Night, baby, dream of angels,” she whispered.
Carmy nodded, a yawn assaulting her. “I dream of Aunty…night…Daddy…” She settled into soft snores.
George rubbed her little back. Keena hugged her daughter and relaxed in the arms of her husband. Finally, she was where she belonged, in the arms of her very own Keepher.
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I am the proud mother of a beautiful tween and handsome teen. I started dabbling in writing at a young age. My first story was a twisted story about bunny rabbits and a little girl in a mystical forest, an evil mother who wanted nothing more than rabbit stew. (I was eight) My older sister introduced me to romance novels at the tender age of eleven and I've loved them since. I picked up my first Erotica in my thirties… WOW! Inspiring.
