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  Men Of Honor Eric

  Jordan Silver

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  Contents

  1. Eric

  2. Eric

  3. Justine

  4. Justine

  5. Eric

  6. Eric

  7. Eric

  8. Justine

  9. Eric

  10. Eric

  11. Eric

  12. Eric

  13. Eric

  14. Justine

  15. Justine

  16. Justine

  17. Eric

  18. Eric

  Eric

  I pushed in and held still, letting my seed shoot out inside her, which was a risky shit thing to do, but every once in a while, I like playing Russian Roulette with my seed. I like even more the way she reacts to the feel of my warm seed splashing against the walls of her womb as it washes down her insides, like now.

  She writhed beneath me, her body turning red and fever hot. Her nipple pebbled, and I lowered my head and extended my tongue to lick her before sucking that sweet little morsel into my mouth. I felt her whole reproductive system tighten around my cock as she keened and moved her ass against the sheets. Her womb contracted around my cock, sucking as she tried to drag the last remnants of my seed from me.

  I pulled out of her womb when I felt my cock hardening again; that shit would be painful as hell, I know since I’ve done it before too many times to count. I didn’t leave her as she softened around my hard cock, and her juices flowed down my rod and pooled before seeping out and down my thick trunk.

  Two seconds later, I was fucking into her again as she wrapped her legs and arms around me, pulling me tighter to her. I ignored the crick in my neck and continued nibbling on her nipple, which was making her pussy do amazing things to my cockmeat. I tried to go easy on her because I know from experience that since I’d just cum it was going to be a while before I came again, and her poor pussy was going to pay the price.

  My alarm went off on the nightstand, and I reached over and smashed the off button with my fist while still deep fucking her. I’ll probably be late again but whatever. I own my company, and she’s a stay at home mom who can stay in bed all day if she so chose after I’m done with her. I did notice, though, that the freaky side of her likes to push the envelope.

  Whenever there’s a chance of her making me run late, or of the two of us almost getting caught, like that day last week when I fucked her on my desk for lunch while my secretary was milling about outside, her freaky ass gets hotter. Her pussy usually gets really wet at times like that, and now was no exception. “I’m gonna fuck my kid in you this time, I can feel it.”

  I growled the words in her ear and felt the answer in the contraction of her womb as it once again tried to suck the jizz from my balls. Since I wasn’t ready yet, not by a long shot, I let her cum on my cock before pulling out and putting her on her hands and knees in front of me.

  I couldn’t resist smacking her fine ass before driving my fourteen-inch cock back inside her from behind. She made that yipping sound she always makes when I take her this way, a reminder for me that I’m too big for her—something I find strange since she’d been married before for more than fourteen years.

  It’s no surprise, though, since from the first time I fucked her, I knew that her ex topped off at about six and a half inches. It was hell getting the other seven and a half inches of my rod past her tight folds, which made it feel almost as if she were a virgin. Laughable since she was pushing thirty-eight this year.

  I ran my hand down her spine to her ass and back before spreading her ass cheeks so I could take a peek at her tight rosebud. It’s been a week at least since I ass fucked her, but I cum way too quick when I take her ass, and besides, we can’t try for the baby we both want if I fuck her in the ass every chance I get instead of fucking balls deep into her womb.

  “Oh, Eric, that’s so deep.”

  “Cant that ass for me, baby, I wanna get deeper.” I wasn’t kidding when I told her that I felt that today was the day. I dreamt it last night and woke up knowing that I was going to plant my seed in her; that’s why I fucked her awake the first time and was now going for seconds. I’m still going to make her come to my office for lunch, though, to seed her again just to be on the safe side.

  I hit her spot, and she screeched out loud just as I heard one of the kids leave their room. Instead of easing up, I reached around and found her clit, making her have to bite down hard on the pillow to keep her screams of pleasure hidden. Leaning over her back, I drove my cock even deeper insider her and whispered teasingly in her ear.

  “Your pussy’s so fucking wet, baby! Feel the way she grips onto my cock. She’s a greedy little bitch just like you.” I eased out as she moaned and slid back in nice and slow, making sure to rub the bulbous head of my cock against the rough patch of skin that was her sweet spot over and over again. The housekeeper is going to take one look at these sheets and know exactly what we’ve been up to because my woman’s pussy runs like a wellspring whenever I dick her down good. Which is pretty much every day.

  I lifted her leg and twisted my hips so that I could piston fuck her hard, and her head knocked into the headboard as I let loose on her cunt, giving her all fourteen inches with each pounding thrust. “That’s it, grab that dick, you nasty girl.” I pressed down on her clit with the fingers of one hand while holding her leg up with the other opening her up for my now punishing strokes.

  Something about her soft, demure personality always makes me want to kill her in my bed, in the best way, of course. I love the fact that outside of my bed, she’s this soft-spoken ladylike thing that never ever speaks above a whisper, but once I get inside her, it’s a whole other story. “He ever fuck you this hard? Huh?”

  Although she’d been divorced for many years before we met and apparently hadn’t been with anyone else since, and though I myself had once been married and had had multiple partners since then, I hate the fact that she’d ever been with anyone else. That’s why I’ve been doing my best ever since I put my ring on her finger to breed her. She’d given another man a kid; I want one with her too, dammit.

  She’s the first woman to make me feel this level of insane jealousy in my thirty-eight years, even though I refuse to call it that. I just know that if anyone even looks at her, I want to draw blood. After the number her asshole ex had done on her self-esteem, she seems to like the fact that she’d married a caveman as she teasingly calls me whenever I act up.

  I was cave-manning the hell out of her pussy right now, jackhammering my cock into her tight cunt for all I was worth. Her pussy made those wet pussy sounds that I know embarrasses her but were music to my ears. It just meant that my cock was knocking the air out of her cunt each time I fucked into her. Something I’ve tried explaining to her before, but she still turns bright red whenever it happens.

  I clamped my teeth onto her neck when I felt my balls starting to tighten up in preparation for another hose down, and she screeched and bucked, fucking herself harder on my cock as she pushed back into me. “That’s it, cum on my cock, baby, don’t hold back. I’m gonna offload in your womb again.” I warned before slamming past her cervix into that minuscule opening that protected her womb from invasion.

  I womb fucked her as gently as I could for the first few seconds until it became too much. It was those noises she made; those pussy hurt screams that only made me pin her to the bed b
eneath me as I fucked into her even harder. This time her screams were not contained, and she was loud enough to wake the whole house.

  “Shh, you don’t want the kids to know what a freak you are now, do you?” My teenage son Tyler and her teen daughter Lora could be heard out in the hallway as they made their way down the stairs to the kitchen. I thought of the job site I was supposed to visit in about a half an hour but then decided, ‘fuck it’ this was more important.

  I felt the first volley shoot out of my balls and fill her already full womb with hot fertile cum as her fecund body opened up and accepted all I had to give her. I know my boys won’t let me down this time as I held still and let them all drip out into her, seeking that egg that she’d dropped.

  My body damn near gave out on me, and I fell against her pushing her facedown into the mattress and pillows while our bodies shook against each other in the throes of absolute passion. I didn’t pull out right away after we came down but kept my dick locked off inside her.

  I’ve wanted to breed her ever since the first time I laid eyes on her. I don’t know what it is about her, but one look and my cock started leaking precum into my shorts, and my mind was filled with the idea of planting my seed and staking my claim. I didn’t even know I was in the market for another kid and definitely not for wife number two.

  My son was almost done with high school, and I was looking forward to being free and single. Single I’ve been for the better part of the last ten years. Only because I wasn’t about to expose my son to any more disappointment like he’d faced when his mother walked out on us when he was barely eight years old.

  I’ve had plenty of bed partners, don’t get me wrong. But I never brought a woman home to my son until Justine was never even tempted. She’d played hard to get at first, but in the end, I wore her down, and now here we are. I looked over at her sprawled out in my bed and had to have a serious mental discourse with my dick.

  In the first few weeks of our marriage, I’d fucked him raw, and it looked like he hadn’t learned his lesson. “Down, boy!” I ran my hand over my cock to push him back down, and it came away wet with her juices and mine. “Stay in bed, babe, I’ll go see the kids off.” I kissed her shoulder as she mumbled something and cuddled my pillow as I got up and headed for the shower.

  I ran the risk of missing them on their way to school, but if I go down there smelling like sex and looking like I’d just crawled out of bed, I’ll never hear the end of it. Fucking teenagers think they know everything, and my boy Tyler is the worst of the bunch.

  I found myself smiling as I stood under the shower, feeling truly happy for the first time in as long as I can remember. Until Justine and Lora, my new stepdaughter, Tyler, was the only thing in my life that gave me joy. Sure it was good to see my financial bracket grow from damn near nothing to almost nine figures, but that was just money.

  My boy had made me proud every day of his life and has been my source of pride and joy for the past eighteen years. Now I’m looking forward to doing it all again with a real woman this time. I turned off the water at the same time that I closed off thoughts of my ex. The day had started out way too good for that shit.

  Eric

  I saw the kids off and headed to the office, feeling light and happy. I guess it showed because more than one person commented on it, right before asking about my new wife of a few months. They might as well have come right out and asked me if I got laid, nosy fucks.

  “Morning, sir, your ex-wife is on the phone again.” My secretary greeted me with that, and from the look on her face, I can only imagine the ex’s bullshit shenanigans this time. I huffed out a breath and walked into my office without answering her. I was of a mind not to pick up the phone; there really wasn’t much left to say between Janine and me, not after she walked out on our son and me so many years ago.

  I’m not salty or anything; the truth is she doesn’t even cross my mind unless she Bogart her way in where she’s neither wanted nor needed. I was already over her shit back then, but Tyler had been devastated, and that’s something I can never forgive her for.

  I have no respect for any man or woman that can throw away their kid the way she had. Divorce is one thing, the bitch didn’t want me anymore, fair enough; I’m a grown-ass man. But to walk away from an impressionable little boy without a backward glance and without explanation, fuck her.

  “What do you want, Janine?”

  “Is that any way to talk to your wife?”

  “My wife is at home in my bed.” Silence, long and uncomfortable, not my problem.

  “So, your little gold digger doesn’t work?” Click! I hung up and ignored my secretary when she called through to say Janine was on the phone again.

  I won’t tell her to ignore her calls or block her; she’s Tyler’s mom, after all. And even though I’m his primary caregiver and has been since the divorce, my son is old enough and smart enough to decide if he wants her out of his life. Until that day comes, I’ll put up with her annoying ass unless she verbally attacks my wife, something she’s grown quite fond of doing here of late.

  It amazes me that she never even looked in my direction in years until now. Back when I first started doing better for myself, she’d tried slithering her way back into my good graces. Because the asshole she’d left me for had money, and I was pretty much scraping the bottom of the barrel, she’d forfeited her parental rights in lieu of any alimony or anything else from me.

  She’d wanted her freedom more than the pittance I had or the little rundown house I owned back then that had been a fixer-upper I’d bought cheap and made into a home for my little family and me. It was rough as shit back in those days. Trying to get a fledgling business off the ground while raising my son, who was dealing with the heartache of being abandoned by his mother.

  I’d taken him everywhere with me in those first days, and we grew even closer than we already were. I knew I had to play the role of both parents, which was challenging, especially in those situations that called for good cop bad cop, and I had to play both. Somehow we helped each other through it and came out on top.

  It wasn’t easy, and it didn’t happen overnight; in fact, I kept the fact that I was doing so well under wraps for a very long time. My only interest was in giving my son a better quality of life, and once I had my shit together, I put everything into play to make sure of that. It was a fluke or dumb luck that had taken me from where I was to where I am now, but that’s for another time.

  Once I sat down with my boy and explained that daddy could now afford to get him better jeans without holes in them and shoes that didn’t pinch, we were on our way up and out. Since I didn’t need to tell my ex where we were going since she’d given away all her rights, I bought the sprawling mansion across town, changed Ty’s school, and took him on his first trip out of the country for his eleventh birthday.

  Somehow his mother got wind of it and started sticking her nose in my shit. It only took seeing the house and my new luxury SUV for her to start seeing dollar signs, and I had to send her packing more than once. I’d laughed my ass off about the third or fourth time when she said she knew I was still in love with her because I never remarried.

  “Wrong, when you waltz with the devil once and are lucky enough to walk away unscathed, you strike that shit off your dance card and keep it pushing. You are the reason I won’t get married again, true, but not because of any love I have for you. I just absolutely hate evil. My son and I are fine without it. As you can see, once we got rid of the demonic presence in our lives, everything started going fine.” It was a shit fuck thing to say to the woman I’d once thought myself in love with, but I don’t owe her shit, so there you have it.

  She’d done a good impression of Regan MacNeil from the exorcist that day; I even expected her head to spin the fuck around on her neck and for green bile to come spewing out of her trap. I just walked away and left her screaming on my driveway, threatening to stay there until Tyler got home from school. That’s when I went postal
on her ass for the first time since she left and let her know in no uncertain terms what I would do to her if she fucked with my kid.

  “He’s my son too.”

  “The fuck he is. You threw him away for some dick, now get the fuck outta here before I toss your ass over the hedges.” That had been a dark day. I’d tried since the day she told me she was leaving and called me a loser not to lose my cool with her, not to give her the satisfaction of seeing how much her actions hurt me.

  Funny thing is, it didn’t even take three days for me to not miss her and to admit to myself that once I got the hang of things, my son and I would be better off without her toxic ass in the picture. After that fiasco, she’d stayed her ass away from me. She’d tried running game on Tyler a time or two, but I didn’t raise no fool, and my boy had let her know what’s what. She got the message when he started calling her Janine, and we got some much-needed peace after that, until now.

  This trick has got it into her head that she has some sort of say in how I live my life. When she first heard that Justine and I were getting married, she’d thrown a fit, then claimed she didn’t want another woman around her son. Ty was already seventeen at this point and had spoken to her maybe three times in the last couple of years. I doubt she even remembers when his birthday is.

  I laughed at her stupid ass and hung up then too. Then she started pestering Tyler until the little shit came to me. “Your ex-wife keeps bugging me what gives?”

  “She’s pissed that I’m getting remarried.”

  “That sounds like a you problem; why is she calling me?”

  “She’s your mother; you deal with her.”