by Fox, Piper
“Do you like it?”
“Yes, baby, yes,” I moan.
He grabs a strawberry and pushes it in my pussy. I am so moist my pussy almost swallows that strawberry. I want his gigantic-ass dick.
His tongue moves with the beat of my heart down to my pussy. I’m gasping for air.
I climax before he gets two licks. The sweet essence of me erupts like a volcano into his mouth.
He keeps licking, and I keeps moving. Our bodies are one. I’m so in love. I have never climaxed so hard or so good in my life. I want more.
He slid his finger into my vagina while he licked my clit. It was like heaven. Even though he’s younger than Carl, he knows his way around a woman’s vagina.
He takes off my handcuffs and turns me over to my stomach. He licked every inch of my body. He licked my anus in and out with his tongue.
His scent is so sweet. I want to suck the skin off his dick. My breathing gets labored. Cum runs down my leg. He pulls out and tries sticking it in my anus. There is resistance; his dick is too big. He licks the back of my neck then whispers in my ear, “Do you want it?”
“Yes, I love you.”
This love is genuine. It feels natural telling Jared how much I love him. This is not infatuation.
He turns me on my side and tries to push his anaconda back in my pussy this time. He pushes as I throw my ass back and we get his dick in. We are bouncing like two bunnies, our bodies intertwined.
“Shit, baby, this pussy’s good.”
I scream his name. He pushes that enormous dick harder and faster.
I climax again. We make love for hours. I can’t get enough. This has to last forever. I have been craving him. I love everything about him and this colossal dick is the icing on the cake. He has the biggest penis I’ve ever seen. Not that I have seen many. But his dick is long and thick.
His sweat clings to my body. His chest rests on my back, his body clenched, and I know he’s having an orgasm. He yells my name as the eruption of his climax gushes into my vaginal canal.
His body relaxes, and he pulls out and rolls over on his back. I turn and glance at him. I kiss him. With my eyes wide, I beg. “Let’s do it again.” I beg.
Jared
The splash of running water awakens me from my dream. As I cling to the pink comforter, my gaze darts around the room. I didn’t forget last night with Kaitlyn, but I forgot I am still at her house. I don’t want to leave, but I have to get home. Our relationship is somewhat long distance. A one-hour drive separates us.
The pitter-patter of little feet trotting across the squeaky hardwood floor grows closer. The door swings open and Kaitlyn stands there in an apron with no bra. Holding a tray with breakfast.
Trying to hold back a laugh, I position my eyes on her breasts. They are not as big as Bella's. However, she has a mouthful that sit up nice and firm. Her nipples are hard, staring at me like headlights on a car. I just want to lick her. Every inch of her five-foot-six-inch frame. She has that small waist and that enormous ass. It makes me want to scream.
“Are you hungry?” Kaitlyn says.
“Starving, but I would love to eat something else you’ve got besides that breakfast.”
She blushes. “Stop being so naughty and let me feed you.”
She struts over to the bed and sits the tray on my lap. Pancakes, sausage, eggs, and rice, with a cup of orange juice. The pancakes are fluffy and golden brown, just the way I like them. The way my momma cooked them, with my eggs fried hard. How did she know how I like my food? She even has the maple syrup I like.
“You didn’t need to make breakfast for me. But thanks.” I reach over and give her a kiss.
“I wanted to cook for my man.”
She is so thoughtful, her voice so angelic. I lose myself in her eyes. She soothes my lonely heart. The perfect mate I thought would never happen, and there she stands in front of me, in the flesh.
She walks to the window, opening the blinds and moving the curtains. A ray of sunshine peeks through the window, brightening the room.
Turning all of my attention to her, I scan the body of the woman I love. I don’t want her to be sad once I tell her it’s time for me to go home.
“I have to go.”
She freezes, the smile now sliding to a frown. Her shoulders tense. Her entire body emits an aura of stress.
I move the tray of food to the nightstand and approach her. Surely my comforting touch will relax her. I run my fingers through her hair and look deep into her eyes. “I’m coming back as soon as I can.”
She doesn’t move or flinch for ten seconds, leaving me in suspense.
“I know.” Her face flushes with disappointment.
After all, this is my fault. The clan would never understand that I have fallen in love with a human. It’s foolish for me to let them dictate my life. I didn’t plan this, but she is made for me. I was captivated the moment I laid eyes on her.
Even in the dim sunlight, the sadness shows on her face. My heart sinks to see tears in her brown eyes.
I do my best not tear up, holding back the lump of pain that clogs my throat. I never had a woman I could share my emotional side with.
“When are you coming back?” she mutters, her voice sad. A sign that she only wants to talk about my return.
I want to enjoy the time we have left together. Even if that means holding her in my arms. I know there will be hell to pay at home. I’ve been gone all day and ignoring the constant phone calls from the clan elders.
Kissing Kaitlyn on the forehead makes it painful to slip out the door.
Turning onto 32nd gave me chills. My house is in the middle of the block, and I thought the elders would be there waiting for me.
I see a shadow sitting on the porch. It isn’t the elders—I see long brown hair. The scent of Bella fills my nostrils. Should I turn this car around and go back to Kaitlyn’s? I can’t. It's time to face the music.
I let out a sigh and hit my steering wheel. “Damn.”
Bella glares at me as I walk up to my house.
“Go home, Bella.”
She rises to her feet and stands in front of me, preventing me from going to my door.
“Go home, my ass. Where have you been? And don’t you dare lie to me.” She throws her hands on her hips.
I feel like I’m under investigation. She needs to understand that we are not mates. I know she wants us to be together, but it won’t happen. Ever since I met Kaitlyn, Bella is not an option.
“Bella, you don’t want a mate, you want someone to spoil you.”
Let her dad continue doing that job. Bella’s dad is an elder and he will just have to be angry that I don’t want Bella.
“I can smell that bitch all over your body,” she snarls.
“Bella, I love you as a friend but that’s all,” I rant.
“Suddenly I’m a friend?” I try looking away, but she gets in my face.
“Be a man and tell me!” She pounds her fist into my chest. Redness fills her face. “You have broken my heart for the last time.”
She races to her white Dodge and speeds off.
I understand this is hard for her, but I can’t live my life trying to make others happy.
I continue into my home. Taking off my coat, I toss it on the sofa. I have three bedrooms that I can imagine filling with Kaitlyn and children. I am ready to marry and settle down and be happy.
My phone rings. I glance at the caller and see it’s Lance. Either he has a ton of questions or the elders are looking for me. Lance realizes I have a thing for Kaitlyn, but he doesn’t know the details.
“Hello?”
“There’s a problem at the main entrance of town. Come now,” Lance says in a panic.
“I’m on my way.”
It surprises me that he wasn’t calling me about being gone all night. But what could be so important? He sounded frightened.
A million questions race through my mind as I fly down the street in the squad car. It sounded like Lance
was in some kind of trouble. Lance is my best friend and like a brother to me. If Lance has a problem, then we both have a problem.
Pulling up to the main entrance makes fire burn in the pit of my abdomen. I see dead deer lined up, one next to the other.
They taped the entrance off with a caution sign. We tape off things whenever it was something we need to investigate.
I hop out and see Lance and two other clan members, Zeus and Danny.
Zeus grew up in Bear Creek like Lance and myself. Danny’s lived here for two years. Fairly new, still considered an outsider to me.
Zeus is tall at six feet seven inches, and no one fucks with him. He has a mean look, but really, he is a gentle soul. He knows his height is intimidating, so he uses it to his advantage.
Danny and Zeus are clan members but not officers, so they shouldn’t be at the crime scene and Lance knows this. But Lance is hardheaded, always wanting to do shit his way.
“Look at this shit,” Lance says.
We walk off from the other two. They have no idea about Lance’s and my side hustle. Danny, we can’t trust. He is not an original clan member. And Zeus? He is a wild card. Lance is wild, but Zeus is one who doesn’t give a fuck.
“You know who is behind this shit? The wolves. This is war. First Reggie is selling pills in my town, now this shit.”
“Wait, Lance, I don’t think it’s the wolves. It’s not their style,” I explain.
“Get your head out of the clouds, Jared. Who else would do this? You’re slipping.”
He storms off, pissed. Dead deer mean war, but we need to find out who to make war with. Lance is a loose cannon and if word got back to the elders we were selling pills, they would punish us both. Even though I’m the leader, the elders can still discipline me.
I want to choose my battles wisely. I’m already in boiling water for Kaitlyn. But I’ll gladly take that punishment for her.
Kaitlyn
My lips touch his, and my tongue meets his mouth. I gaze into his bedroom eyes, thinking I’m so lucky to have found him. I lay my head on his chest and listen to the beat of his heart. It is like a drum that beats in sync with mine. Fur rubs up against my face from his. Then constant nudging of fur at my face…
I snap up in bed in a cold sweat. If I weren’t so tired, I could get my eyes open. I lie back in the bed, my head hitting the pillow. That was a hell of a dream. Thinking of Jared gives me fiery flashes. It has been a week since I touched the warm body of my love. Things have moved pretty fast, and I miss his face so much. I miss his green eyes, his bright smile, and his touch. Imagining his hands all over me causes a smile to melt on my face like warm butter. I just don’t know how long this long-distance relationship will work. I miss his green eyes his bright smile and his touch. Imagining his hands all over me, cause a smile to melt on my face like warm butter.
Taking a few deep breaths, I wish I could go back to sleep and back to my dream. Barely opening my eyes, the ceiling comes into view. Ginger’s head pops into my vision with her big brown eyes. Then she rubs her head up against my chin and purrs.
My life’s goal is to find unconditional love. It’s too early to tell if he feels the same way I do. He says he does, but you can’t always trust that. He hasn’t disappointed me yet and I will take it one day at a time. Growing up in foster care made me lonely. I want my own family. One day I see myself as a mother, a wife.
I flick the television and surf the channels for a good movie. My favorite movie, The Notebook is on. It has genuine love. The kind I’m searching for. I used to watch television to see what actual love is. I didn’t care for the roses, chocolate candies, or cards. I wanted someone who loved me for me. The curves of my ass, my awkward laugh, my fucked-up childhood.
Buzzing from my phone on the nightstand makes the bed vibrate. I grab the phone and notice it’s Lisa. I must admit I am a little disappointed that it isn’t Jared calling.I have been dodging her calls because I don’t want to go up to the mountains anytime soon. She’s still asking for her pictures. I can’t get them anyway; my car is still busted.
“Hello.”
“Where have you been? I’ve been calling you! Is everything okay?”
“Everything is fine. I’ve been resting that’s all.” I sit up on the edge off the bed and pat the floor with my feet looking for my slippers. Dragging my heavy legs to the bathroom, I splash some lukewarm water on my face.
“You have had little time for me since you met what’s-his-name. Jared.”
Lisa always encouraged me to get a man but now that I got one, she doesn’t like it. If she takes her own advice, she’ll find herself a man. Then she’d be less interested in my business.
“Lisa, I do have time for you, but I am getting to know Jared, and yes we spend a lot of time on the phone.”
Ding-dong.
Fear sits on my chest, and I freeze. Whenever the doorbell rang when I was younger and not expecting anyone, it was always the social worker coming to take me to another foster home.
“Is he at your door?” Lisa asks.
“No, he didn’t call me. I don’t know who that is,” I whisper.
I creep to the door. A bang slices through the silence.
“Who is it?” I yell.
“Anderson Furniture and Appliances,” a deep voice with a thick accent responds.
I didn’t order any furniture or appliances, so they must have the wrong address. I’ve never ordered new furniture. When Carl and I got married, his parents gave us furniture.
“Well, who is it?” Lisa asks.
“Someone with the wrong address. I’ll call you back.” I hang up the phone and swing the door open to find a short man with a thick mustache and a blue uniform standing at my door.
“Sorry, sir. You have the wrong address.” I tie the knot around my housecoat.
“Are you Kaitlyn Reed?” He continues reading the sheet of paper he has on a clipboard.
“Yes, but I didn’t order any furniture, and I’m not paying for it.”
“No payment, ma’am, someone already paid.” He waves his hand to a large yellow truck and three men jump out.
Within a few minutes, they are moving enormous pieces of furniture into my apartment. The couch is enormous. They had to remove the door to bring it into the apartment.
My mouth drops. It’s unbelievable. I wanted new furniture and maybe next year I could have afforded it. This is like Christmas for me. Everything I ever had, I worked for. I never received gifts this nice before.
I step out on the porch and grab the mail before racing back into the house. It’s a frosty morning.
“Here, ma’am, can you sign here?” the short guy states, pointing to the signature line on the receipt.
I sign, and he gives me a copy. Jared Brown was the purchaser.
Walking back into my home, the scent of plastic was thick. The look of new furniture makes me so happy tears of joy fill my eyes.
I pry the plastic off the three-piece furniture set, admiring its flashy red color. I run my hands across the smooth velvety texture. It brings tears to my eyes. I told Jared when I first met him that my foster mother had the prettiest red velvet couch and he bought me one.
Not only was he listening, he loves me and he wanted me to be happy. I don’t need to hold back anything with him. This is the actual thing—it’s love, real love.
While standing there grinning about my new furniture, I grab the mail and rifle through the pile of bills. Then I come across another letter from the asshole Carl. My blood pressure shoots through the roof as my jaw trembles in fury.
Another letter. This asshole doesn’t get it. I storm to the kitchen, rip the letter into shreds, and toss it in the garbage where it belongs.
Carl will not mess up the grand day I’m having. He is not supposed to have any contact with me. Not even by mail.
Things are going great in my life. I’ll be dammed if Carl will cause turmoil. He had a chance, he ruined it.
I have a distinguished
man: Jared. I won’t look back.
With my finger overnight over Jared’s number, I push the dial button. I just want to hear his voice.
“Hello, beautiful.”
I’m like a schoolgirl when I talk to him. I get butterflies in the pit of my stomach and I can’t stop smiling.
“Hello love, thank you so much for the furniture. If you were standing here in front of me, I would thank you in more ways than one.”
If he were here, I would please him sexually.
“No problem, Kaitlyn. Anything you want, I will get it.”
“Really, anything?”
“Yes, anything.”
“I want you here naked in my bed.”
“I’ll drive to the city, Once I’m off work.”
Jared is mine. I’m claiming him.
Jared
I watch the full moon brighten the sky, leading the way to my destination. I’m doing twenty miles over the speed limit trying to get to Kaitlyn. I promised her I would see her tonight, and I don’t care if I have to fight the devil and run through hell.
I hoped she likes the furniture I bought her. Hopefully, she didn’t get offended. I don’t care if we sit on milk crates. The furniture was something that she wanted. I wanted to see her smile.
She’s had enough pain in her life. Now it’s time for love and happiness.
Fatigue is imminent, but it’s worth it to see her.
Parking in front of her house, I can already pick up her scent. My inner bear yearns for more. I wished I slept with her in my arms every night.
I knock on the door.
“It’s open,” she calls.
I open the door and continue into the living room. The red furniture is blazing. She put decorative throw pillows the upholstery and pictures on the sleek coffee tables. The aroma of sex is in the air—at least that’s what I want to smell.
She comes from the bathroom and lunges into my arms. She kisses all over me and I enjoy every minute.
