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  Sweet Redemption

  ( Pregnancy affair - 3 )

  Jordan Silver

  Jordan Silver

  Sweet Redemption

  Chapter 1

  I’m done, that’s it, that’s all I keep telling myself each time I climb from between her slender thighs it’s the same refrain over and over again; you can’t keep doing this Drake. But I keep coming back for more. Why? Because she’s got the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted in my life, ever tasted, or ever fucked and her scent is so intoxicating it seeps into me and plagues me for hours after I’ve left her presence. She was fast taking me down a path I wasn’t ready to trod again not in this lifetime, but I couldn’t get enough. I looked down at her, sweet Cherry that’s her name, Cherry-Ann to be exact. She’s a hot little number from the wrong side of the tracks but that was beginning to matter less and less these days. I wasn’t too worried any more about what anyone else was going to think; shit I’d done the right thing and look where it got me, a wife who fucked every swinging dick in two counties, and a five-year marriage down the drain. I’m thirty- two years old and my life is shit. I felt the anger that was now my constant companion reach out and grab me by the throat as I battled it back. I wouldn’t let myself become that man, bitter and jaded, I wouldn’t give my filthy ex the satisfaction though thoughts of her made me contemplate murder.

  I’d always thought that having lots money was the answer to all life’s woes, wrong. Money bought you shit but it did fuck all to mend a broken heart. Dana had been the girl of my dreams or so I’d thought, we were both from upper middle class families; well mine was a little more well to do than hers. She was heavy into the church seeing as how her father was a minister, too bad he wasn’t able to save that particular member of the flock. While I was off racing cars to make enough money so we could live the way she wanted to she’d been fucking everything for miles around, apparently it had been going on for some time too before I found out the day I came home early from a race in Italy. One of the sponsors had sent me home in his private jet which had cut my trip in almost half so the bitch had not been expecting me to say the least, neither had her cousin and his canine friend, sick fucking shit. I’d run to the bathroom and puked my guts up before I remembered where I kept my gun and started firing lead. I’m glad I hadn’t hit anyone now but back then I was pissed the fuck off that I’d missed.

  There had been tears and recriminations but I’d shut down, I didn’t want to hear fuck all from her mouth and if she hadn’t left when she had there’s a good chance I would’ve killed her that night. I’d never been so disgusted in my life and throughout my travels I’ve seen some sick shit. Each time the memory came back of what I’d seen on that bed I’d gotten sick to my stomach. Burning the bed in the backyard hadn’t done much to erase it from my mind, and neither had moving into a hotel for the time being. The house had been a rental while our dream house was being built or I would’ve burnt that shit down too probably. Her father had tried talking to me but I had nothing but disdain for his hypocritical ass, had it been anyone else but his precious daughter caught with a dog’s dick in her ass he would’ve pontificated from the pulpit for a month of Sundays. Then again I had no idea what story she’d given him to explain my sudden hatred. No, hatred wasn’t the word I’m not sure there was a word in the English language to describe what I felt for her.

  At the divorce hearing it came to light that they’d been fucking each other since they were kids and she didn’t see it as cheating since he was her cousin and they’d alwayqs been doing it. I asked the judge cool as a cucumber if there wasn’t some kind of special dispensation that would allow me to cut her fucking head off and get away with it, after which I asked her if she’d been fucking the family dog since then too. Nasty bitch. She’d had the nerve to try to turn that shit around, my constant absences were grounds for her to cheat; when I started hearing about all the others that she’d fucked behind my back I’d felt like ten kinds of fool. Something hard and mean had been born in me that day, I vowed never to let anyone that close again, never again would I allow anyone to get the drop on me.

  Now looking down at sweet Cherry as she laid supine her body flush from a vigorous fucking I felt my cock spring to life again, an anomaly that happened only with her. It didn’t matter how many times I emptied myself in her I always seemed to want her again immediately after. Turning to her my big arm resting across her middle as she turned her face up to me questioningly I took her lips once more, my tongue playing just inside her mouth seeking hers until it came out to play.

  “Umm…” Soft and succulent, the taste of her went to my head, both of them.

  “I want you on your knees this time.” I didn’t wait for her acquiescence but instead helped her into position my leaking cock like a seeking rod. I teased her ass with the tip of my finger up to the first knuckle as the soft pink of her pussy opened like a flower around the thick bulbous head of my cock. Sometimes I liked to watch myself taking her slow like this, liked that first taste of her wet heat around the crown of my meat. She gave me that cute little sound she always made whenever I entered her the first time and I sunk in deeper until I bottomed out in her tight snatch with a couple inches left.

  Hands clenching the rumpled sheets beneath her she pushed back against my hips taking me in even deeper until I was no longer knocking at the door to her womb but was firmly nestled inside. It was a tight fit to be sure. Slow and easy Drake she must surely be sore after the hours of rough pounding she’d just endured but no matter how much I told myself this it never lasted. It was her own fault for having such a succulent cunt. Plump and completely hairless, her slit was one long gash from front to back she had one of those pussies that were high in the back which made fucking her doggie style a thing of intense joy and pleasure I could dig into her deeper this way with the sight of her puckered asshole driving me nuts.

  Her ass opened around my finger as she creamed my cock, maybe I’d have enough left to fuck her ass again, she likes that, her orgasms are always phenomenal whenever I ass fuck her while shoving three big fingers in her dripping cunt, but first I needed to fuck her pussy one more time. Hopefully this time will be enough because if I kept at her anymore tonight she won’t be able to walk for a week. The last time that happened she’d had to come up with a lie to get out of work and I’d had to ice her little pussy for an hour at least.

  “Jerk me off with your pussy.” I held still while she moved her hips and ass, sliding on and off my cock just how I’d taught her, her cries of pleasure getting louder in the tiny room. I didn’t see the room, didn’t register its sparseness or the threadbare walls, all I saw was her, the deep arch of her back, the tilt of her ass as she tried to get even more of me in her. My cock was hard as fuck and hungry, pre cum mixed with her pussy juice dripped out and ran down both our thighs.

  “Fuck me Drake, harder, faster.” The usually quiet girl becomes a longshoreman during sex, in the beginning I could barely get her to say two words while in bed, but now she’s very vocal her words spurring me on to violate her even more. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and used it to pull her back on my hard rod as I took the reins once more. The beautiful sight of the glistening juices on my cock as I went in and out of her tight hole were making me almost dizzy. Lust pure and simple coursed through me as I did my best to stamp my claim on her, something I’ve been trying to do more and more of late. It’s like some type of madness overcomes me as soon as I get inside her, something I’ve never experienced before and have no understanding of, something I choose not to study too closely.

  Looking down at the two dimples at the top of her ass inspiration struck, I ran my hand over the smoothness of her skin before pressing my thumbs into the indentation
s which made her pussy tighten around me. I groaned loud and hard at the sensation and pounded her pussy even harder we were both going to be sore after this.

  “I’m going to put my name right here in the small of your back.” The vision of it had me growing harder still inside her, yes that’s what I’ll do I’ll place my stamp of ownership right across her back. I wasn’t asking her permission either it was what I wanted I was no longer the guy who took no for an answer, either she did what the fuck I wanted or I’d spank her little ass until she concurred. The good thing about my babygirl is that she never said no to her man.

  “Cum babygirl.” I sped up my thrusts as I fought my own orgasm, not wanting to cum anywhere but all over her back and her ass this time but wanting to give her satisfaction with my cock in her pussy. After she came with a deep growl her body twitching I pulled out and went straight into her ass. She screamed and came again as I went as deep as I could. I wasn’t going to last much longer so reaching around I pinched her clit lightly before pushing my fingers inside her while pressing down on her clit with the pad of my thumb. As I felt my balls tighten up and that familiar tingling down my spine I brought her to climax one last time on my fingers and as she flooded my hand with her juices I pulled out and painted her back with my cum. I was amazed at the amount of cum I still had left even after cumming inside her three times already for the night, but I shouldn’t be surprised, she always took me to greater heights than I’d ever reached before.

  Rolling to her side I pulled her into my arms and cuddled her, she likes that shit too and I’m not such a monster that I would deny her. She traced the outline of my tats as she laid with her head on my shoulder. As my body came down I felt fatigue seeping in, it was time to go. It was getting to the point where I hated leaving her here though, I was beginning to miss her warmth next to me while I slept in my own bed. Fuck. I got up and started getting dressed I needed a long hot shower I smelt like pussy from head to toe.

  Chapter 2

  “Get up and get dressed.”

  “What where are we going?” She had that just fucked look about her, red puffy lips, eyes a little glazed over and a flush to her skin. Just looking at her made my cock hurt and other parts of me that I was going to fucking ignore beat faster. I wasn’t going down that road again, not now not ever no matter how much I found myself smiling at just the memory of her during the day when we were apart. Lately when I was busy at my garage where I built engines when I wasn’t pushing myself on the race track trying to beat my last time, she’d sneak into my consciousness and I’d find myself grinning like an ass; fucking sap.

  “You’re coming home with me.” I saw the surprise in her eyes and the slight fear; she might as well be surprised you could blow me the fuck over with a feather because two seconds before I said that shit I had no idea I was going to. I wasn’t aware that I was in the market for a new housemate. After I’d gotten free of the tramp I’d gone ahead and finished building the big house on the hill, the only one to rival it for a thousand miles was my family’s estate. It’s the reason I’d worked my ass off all those years, I didn’t want to walk in dad’s footsteps his life wasn’t for me. I liked cars, fast cars; I loved racing them and building them, it was in my blood; mom’s dad had been a racer in his younger days so I came by it honestly. Dad hadn’t wanted me to get into that life, there was danger involved after all, but in the end he’d let me go my own way, and then as time went by and I proved that it was more than just a hobby he’d been just as proud of me as everyone else.

  “Move Cherry.” She’d been staring at me wide eyed for the last five minutes not saying a word and not moving, I don’t know what came over me but the thought of leaving her here in this dump one more night was suddenly sickening. I wasn’t going to look too closely at why that was I just knew it was no longer acceptable to me that she stayed here surrounded by decay and neglect while I went home to a house with ten bedrooms that no one used. She never complained about our arrangement, never begged never pleaded, it’s as if she had no other interests but pleasing me. I decided I could have her with me and still keep my distance, besides it went against everything that I was to be having whatever the fuck we were having and leave her here like this. I didn’t have to be in love with her to take care of her, at least that’s what I kept telling myself, especially those times when I had to fight myself not to buy her some trinket or some shit that I’d seen that I just knew would be perfect for her. Not even with Dana had I been into that shit, I’d been too focused on getting ahead on making the sort of money that would put us in the clear for the rest of our lives. I’d had visions of travelling the world with my wife and maybe having a kid or two along the way to round out our little family. Those dreams had died a sudden and bitter death months ago. Now I just wanted her there for those times when I rolled over in the night and felt like a quick fuck; at least that’s what I told myself. I hadn’t spent the night with anyone since my divorce, didn’t think I ever would again but somehow I wanted to with her, sweet Cherry.

  “I don’t think that’s a good idea Drake.”

  “And why not?”

  “What would people say?”

  I heard the hurt and the pain in her voice and it pissed me the fuck off, I knew she was in love with me, she’d let it slip the second time I’d taken her, we’d both pretended afterwards that it hadn’t happened but the memory was scorched into my brain. I knew what the town’ s people thought of her and her family but right at this moment I could give a fuck.

  With one knee pressed into the bed I leaned over and took her chin in my hand.

  “Look at me, I don’t care what they think, and neither should you you’ve got to get over that shit fuck them. The only two people who matter here are you and I and I know the truth.” My hand worked its way down to her pussy beneath the sheet she had covering her.

  “I know I’m the only man to ever have this and I aim to keep it that way, now get up and get your shit together.”

  She scurried off the bed keeping a wary eye on me as she threw her shit in a bag, bile burned in my throat that she lived in such poverty when others who were so less deserving lived high on the hog. The thing about Cherry that got under my skin was the way she just took life’s kicks like she deserved them, like she wasn’t expecting any different. Fuck that I was going to turn this town on its ear, the seed had been planted and knowing my pigheaded ass I was pretty sure my campaign would be in full swing by week’s end. Already there had been murmurs about my comings and goings from her place, it wasn’t like I’d been trying to hide the shit but neither did I want people in my business. I had no idea what was being said to her because she was one of those suffer in silence types, that was something I was going to have to work on as well. I had to break her out of that shell she liked to hide in, as my woman whatever the fuck that meant these days she was not going to cower to these fucks.

  “Did you get all your important papers and shit?”

  “Yes sir.”

  “I told you about that sir shit, I’m not the town judge or some fuck you don’t have to sir me and you sure as fuck don’t have to sir any of these other fuckers in this town either.” I knew she thought they were all better then her, she’d been programmed to think that way because her mother was the town floozy and her father some faceless unknown john. Whatever the case the two of them had come together for a reason because the young girl sitting next to me was gorgeous as fuck. She had a mile of wine colored hair, it wasn’t red and it wasn’t brown just a rich deep almost burgundy color and the clearest bluest eyes, eyes I sometimes found myself falling into. The shit didn’t stop there either oh no, then there were her lips, wide and full with some sort of curve in the middle of the top one that made me think always of feeding her my cock. Her body was another man-eater. Long legs, a round ass that I’d had the pleasure of fucking because my babygirl denied me nothing and two high firm tits that were never far from my mouth whenever we were naked together. It had only been two mon
ths since I’d taken her that first time, and what a shock it was. The girl who had carried the taint of slut because of her mother’s actions had been a virgin, she’d been so soft and sweet and shy that night after I’d picked her up at her job at the local diner that I should’ve known something was up but I never would’ve guessed not in a million years that the girl with the body of a playboy centerfold was innocent.

  Chapter 3

  We’d been doing the dance since the first month after my divorce came through. I’d gotten into the habit of going to the diner for meals since there was no longer a wife at home to cook for me. The first few times I’d hardly paid her any mind, too fucking mad about my life and the fucked up turn it had taken, then I started noticing how quiet and unassuming she was, I also started hearing some of the shit some of the guys in there were saying about her and it made me pick my head up and look. I knew her reputation, and wanted nothing to do with her, no more tramps for Drake Kincaid thank you very much. But then one day I walked out back to grab a smoke, a nasty habit I’d picked up for some unknown reason and I’d heard weeping. Not wanting to get involved but somehow being drawn to the sound I’d followed the sniffles around the side to the dumpster and that’s where I’d found her. She was bent over crying, shoulders shaking, and something inside me had shifted at the sight.

  “You okay?” my voice startled her so bad she’d almost fallen into the dumpster and when she turned those tear drenched blue orbs my way with nothing but the moonlight framing her with all that magnificent hair in a messy nest on top of her head I’d felt the kick.

  “Yes sir.” She’d hurriedly brushed her cheeks dry.

  “Those guys bothering you?”