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  Now I can’t imagine not having her in my life. All in all, I’d made out okay in the divorce. The ex-wife had made noises about taking the house, but since I’d inherited it from my grandparents long before I met her ass, that was a no.

  She didn’t get the shop I started before we met either, and in the end all I was on the hook for was child support, which nobody need to tell me how to take care of my kids. I ended up owing less than I was giving after she took that shit to court.

  Basically I think she just wanted to hurt me as much as she could coming onto the end, for not being something I wasn’t and didn’t want to be.

  I didn’t know until the divorce that she had dreams of dressing my ass up in a suit and sending me off to work for her father in one of his sweatshops. Fuck outta here.

  My little bike shop was my dream since high school and what with marriage and kids it was finally getting to where I wanted it to be. The same woman who’d been all over my shit when we met was suddenly finding fault with every damn thing about me, that’s why I didn’t fight her except for my kids.

  That shit pissed her off as well. The fact that the only question I had once I was served was, what about my kids. She’d expected me to fight for her, it was obvious. And even now, now that she suspects I’m fucking the babysitter she wants to get into her feelings.

  I’ll never go back there and she knows it, so if a divorce isn’t what she was really after, then she shouldn’t have fucked around with a fucker like me.

  I laid in bed with my hands clasped beneath my head and listened to the water running. Usually I’d join her, but since she had a class in the next hour I’ma leave her pussy alone until later…Nah!

  I rolled out of bed and followed her into the bathroom. She threw a grin over her shoulder when I slid the door back and stepped in. I barely gave her enough time to wash the shampoo from her hair before I had her bent over with her hands against the wall. My dick was still hard and hungry so I just slid him right in.

  Wrapping my arms around her middle, I leaned into her and started to fuck. Nice slow, deep strokes that had my dick kissing the mouth of her womb.

  She groaned, one of those pussy-hurt sounds that I love. I’m a sick, twisted fuck. I love boning her to the point of pain. Love sending her off to school with a pussy full of cum that leaks into her panties all day, and that sweet pain that reminds her that I was there.

  “Rich…Aw damn that feels so good baby.” She gripped the hands I had wrapped around her and pushed back on my cock until her plump ass hit my stomach.

  “I’m going to womb fuck you baby, you think you can take it this time?” Her pussy started juicing before the words cleared my mouth.

  “Uh-huh!” She braced herself against the wall and held still, already moaning before my cock got to work. I butted against her cervix with a few test strokes and just as she started to relax, fucked in hard until I pierced her womb.

  She screamed bloody murder, stiffened up her body, and spoke some kinda fucked up language. I eased out when her legs began to shake, only to slam my cock back in deep again. Her legs gave out.

  “Shh, shh, I’ve got you!” I really need to stop doing that shit to her but I can’t help it. Every once in a while I get the urge to fuck her as hard and as deep as it’s possible to fuck a human being.

  By the way her pussy throbbed and leaked around my cock I’m thinking no harm no foul. I marked her neck again just in case the assholes on campus miss the other five or six I’d left during the night and soft fucked her to completion.

  Of course I had to eat her sore pussy to give her some relief while she cried. “Sorry baby, I can’t help it.” She sniffed and passed me the soap to wash her back.

  Richard

  “Boss, the wife is outside.”

  “Whose wife? I no longer have one of those remember?” I wiped the oil off my hands and headed towards the storefront. What the hell does she want now?

  For someone who wanted a clean break she sure does find any excuse to invade my space. If not for my kids I wouldn’t give her the time of day. But I know the one time I ignore her is going to be the time that it involves my kids.

  So for that reason I haven’t told her to fuck off as yet. I’m counting down the years in my head. Thirteen for Jason and fourteen for Alana. They’d be eighteen by then and able to choose where they want to be.

  I know they’re both counting too poor things, but short of burying this one somewhere in a ditch, there’s no other way to give them what they want. The lawyer thinks it might not take that long, that if the kids still feel the same in a few years, if the situation don’t change, that maybe we can make another try with the courts; we’ll see.

  She was standing in the middle of the store looking around at the custom made bikes with interest, something she’d never shown in the six years we were married.

  “Melissa, is something wrong with my kids?”

  “Oh no, nothing like that, I just wanted to talk to you about something.” From the blush on her cheeks I knew it was something that was no longer any of her concern. Two guesses what that is.

  “Come this way.” I led her to my office in the back and grabbed a bottle of water before taking the seat behind my desk. I didn’t offer her a seat and she huffed before dropping her un-welcomed ass into the only other chair.

  She can’t seem to get it through her head that we’re done, her choice. And every once in a while she’d come sniffing around with one excuse or another. Shit makes no sense, since she’s the one who set this shit in motion.

  “What is it that you want to say Melissa? I have shit to do.”

  “You don’t have to be so rude.”

  “Yeah, I do. I told you, unless it’s about my kids I don’t have shit to say to you. You wanted out, you got out. I don’t want you in my face.”

  She got that pouty little girl look on her face like she was about to cry, which didn’t mean shit to me. When we were married that look would have me bending over backwards to please her. She was my wife after all and it was for me to do. Now, I don’t give a fuck.

  “I don’t think that Olivia person is the right fit for the kids...”

  “You can leave now.”

  “What?”

  “I told you already, what goes on in my house has nothing to do with you.”

  “But they’re our kids…”

  “Did the kids say she did something to them?”

  “Well no, it’s not that, it’s just… she’s so young.” And that just fucking kills you I bet.

  “She watches them after school until I get home and on the weekends. The sitter you used to hire for our nights out was sixteen, what the fuck.” Now her face was the ugly red it gets when she doesn’t get her way.

  I won’t question what I ever saw in her, that’s a dick move. The truth is I was head over heels in love with her once, and still have some lingering feelings for her.

  Nothing as strong as they were in the beginning, she took care of that shit when she invited her parents into our marriage. But she’s someone I’d once cared deeply for.

  Add the fact that she’s my children’s mother and I will give her the respect due, but that’s as far as I’m willing to go. This shit that she’s about to pull isn’t gonna work though.

  “Well I don’t like her.”

  “I don’t give a fuck what you like.” There you have it. She’d finally got me to that point. For the past six months I’ve been keeping my cool, not letting her or her asshole father and mother get a rise out of me.

  But now it seems she wants to control my life even though she’s no longer a part of it. Not gonna fucking happen. A thought hit me and I figured I better clear that shit up now.

  “If you or anyone associated with you fuck with Olivia I’ll make you pay. Your fight’s with me, you bring it to me. She has nothing to do with it.”

  “So you are sleeping with her.”

  “None of your fucking business. Now if that’s all I have shit to do;
bye.” I left my seat and moved to the door, holding it open for her to leave. Now pissed the fuck off myself. Where the fuck does she get off?

  Knowing her, that was not the end of this shit. But I was not about to waste my time thinking about what the hell she was up to. I’ll make sure to tell Olivia to be on the lookout, but I wasn’t planning on changing up any part of my life to suit her and her shit.

  She left and I went back to work, having forgotten her two-seconds after she cleared the door. I’m convinced she’s hell bent on disrupting my life so I can be as miserable as she is.

  That evening I had a long talk with Olivia. We were in the kitchen making dinner together, something she likes to do. In fact, when I think about it, she was more a wife than mine had been.

  Not that Melissa didn’t cook. She just didn’t like anyone in the kitchen when she did. Olivia likes everyone underfoot when she cooks. When the kids are here the three of them make a mess in my shit, which I love.

  “So Melissa came to see me today.”

  “Uh-oh, what did I do now?”

  “You didn’t do shit. She just doesn’t like the idea of someone else in her place.”

  “Didn’t she ask for the divorce?”

  “Yes she did. I’m just telling you so you can be on the lookout…”

  “Oh don’t worry about me, I can take care of myself.”

  Did I mention that Olivia is an Italian from New Jersey? I’m not one for stereotypes, but when she says she can take care of herself I believe that shit. She may not look it with her tiny ass, but I have no doubt in her ability to handle her shit.

  I grinned at my little scrapper and hugged her neck, pulling her in for a quick kiss before letting her go. My eyes fell on her perfect ass and I shook my head at how much my taste has changed.

  Maybe that’s part of Melissa’s problem. They’re complete opposites. Melissa is blonde and fair where Olivia has jet-black curly hair and olive skin. Melissa is five-nine to my six-two, and Olivia is five-two in her stocking feet.

  But that’s not where the dissimilarities end. Melissa relies on her family to fight her battles, while Olivia has a mouth on her that makes my dick rock hard.

  I love a woman who can stand her ground. Who can give me shit when it’s needed and still hop on my cock and get hers without giving a good damn.

  I try not to make comparisons, but if I had to I’d say Olivia has my ex beat hands down in many ways. Just her attitude alone is a welcomed change.

  And like I said, my taste sure has changed when it comes to her. Always before I went for the leggy blonde society type. I liked dirtying them up. But my vixen is a whole new ballgame. Makes me wonder how I ever found anything else attractive before her. Sure as shit she’s the first and I suspect the last that completely does it for me.

  With her olive toned beauty and those cat eyes that flash from green to hazel with her mood. And her cupid bow pink lips that fit around my cock like they were made just for that shit.

  And her ass, the girl has an award winning ass. I had my eye on it now matter of fact. “Don’t even think about it, you’ll make me burn my ziti.”

  She grinned and tried to evade my arms but I caught her from behind, burying my face in her hair. “Why do you always smell so good?” I let my hands fall from around her shoulders down to her tits.

  Her tits are smaller than my usual but I love them all the same. They’re less than a handful, like apples instead of grapefruits. But their dark aureoles and tight little beady nipples make my mouth water.

  My dick was already hardening against her ass as I rubbed my palms over her tits before taking the nipples between my fingers. I felt them harden now beneath my hands as I nibbled on her neck. “I’m gonna fuck you right here so you can keep an eye on your ziti.”

  I nibbled my way down her neck while pushing her sweats slowly down off her ass. I used my foot to push them the rest of the way when they reached her knees and then kicked them out of the way, before pulling her tank top off over her head.

  I ran my work-roughened hands over the warm smooth flesh of her tummy before cupping her tits, all the while rubbing my burgeoning cock into her ass.

  I just unsnapped and unzipped my jeans, releasing my cock from its constriction. Sometimes it’s like this. The need would hit me out of nowhere and I just have to get inside her quick. Later I’ll eat her pussy and suck on her tits before I fuck her to sleep.

  For now I bent her over the island and nosed around her pussy hole with my cock until my boy found his mark. I love that little oomph sound she makes each time I feed her my cock.

  I slid in deep with one stroke and held still so she could get use to having her tight little pussy stuffed full of fuck meat. I had to grit my teeth at the sensations that bombarded my senses.

  Her pussy was wet but not as wet as it should be to handle my length and girth, so I tease fucked her with just a few inches until I felt her cunt moisten around my cock.

  As soon as she was with me I started a deep in and out, scraping my dick along her cunt walls with each thrust. I kept one hand on her tit while the other found her clit and her body responded beautifully.

  “Your juicy pussy. Damn!” I could already feel her shit dribbling down my cock to my balls. Her pussy had a tight grip on my cock and it felt like I was pulling her insides out with my dick each time I slid out, only to push them back in with the in stroke.

  Her head hung on her neck and I knew her mouth was hanging open already, which meant I could get her to agree to just about anything if I timed this shit right.

  “Tell me you love having my cock inside you.” I whispered the words in her ear before biting the tip. She loves that shit.

  “Yes, I love having you inside me.” She reached a hand back to clasp me behind the neck, arching her back deeper, which sent my cock into a whole other part of her pussy.

  I lifted her leg and placed it on top of the island, opening her pussy wider. With my knees bent I drove up inside her and hit her spot with the one two three punch. Fucking my cock into her G-spot over and over. Now she was right where I wanted her.

  Richard

  “You gonna let me fuck you in the ass?”

  “Uh-huh!” She nodded her head and pushed her pussy back harder on my cock, making me a very happy man. It’s a running debate with us. I’m dying to fuck her fat ass and she’s scared. This is the first time she’s agreed.

  And though I would like nothing better than to pull out of her pink gash and ease into her asshole, I know she’s gonna need to be primed first. “Really? You mean it?” I worked her tit and clit with my fingers, keeping her on the edge.

  “Uh-huh, now stop talking and fuck me.” Another glaring difference between her and the ex, she’s not afraid to tell me what she wants when we fuck.

  I grabbed the hair on the top of her head, pulling her head back and looked down between us where my cock was slicing into her tight pink pussy. The shit looked monstrous.

  It amazes me what the female body can do. My dick is about half the length of her damn leg give or take, and yet she swallows my shit like a champ.

  “I still don’t know how your tight little cunt takes all this dick.” She was up on her toes now, fucking herself on my cock, trying to get hers. She loves to cum and I like making her.

  “Where can you feel me baby?” She rested her hand on her tummy.

  “Here, I feel you here, so good, fuck me hard Rich.” That’s what I like to hear.

  With one hand in her hair and the other on her tummy I pulled her back hard on my cock and dug in deep. Her pussy juices more than any pussy I’ve ever fucked. Like a running faucet from beginning to end.

  “Later we’ll go online and you can choose a cute little ass plug so I can train your ass to take my cock. Would you like that?”

  “Yes, whatever you want. Pinch my nipple please.”

  I gave her what she wanted and she turned her head for my tongue. I tongue fucked her mouth until she needed air. I tried pulling
back but she was feeling greedy so I let her feed on my tongue while pile driving my cock into her silk pussy.

  “I want to eat your pussy, pull off.” She whined in her throat but a slap to her hip had her rushing to obey. She slid off my cock and I lifted her and sat her on the cold marble island top.

  I spread her legs wide and dove in, sucking up her juices before taking her clit between my teeth. Her hands gripped my hair hard and she moved like a dream beneath my tongue.

  I lapped her whole slit and gave her tight puckered asshole some tongue action which she loved, before going back to the main course. Her juices were flowing faster than I could catch them. My chin was wet and my mouth full and still it wasn’t enough. I could drink from her well for hours, but my cock wasn’t down for that.

  I stroked him a few times to bring his ass under control, but he knew what he wanted. I pulled my tongue from her snatch and leaned over her, lining up my cock with her gaping pussy opening.

  We both watched as the fat mushroom head split her cunt as I eased in. I pulled her ass to the edge of the island for better access and fucked up into her forcefully. I love making her scream with my cock and she didn’t disappoint.

  I held still while her pussy clenched and released as it fought to accept the invasion. I saw the imprint of my cock beneath the skin of her tummy and knew I had to be hurting her.

  Her pussy juiced though, letting me know that even though there might be pain, it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle. I’ll ice her down when we’re done. It wouldn’t be the first time.

  “I can’t wait to get all this in your tight ass.” I eased a finger beneath her and teased her asshole for emphasis. She cooed and moved her hips faster, throwing her head back and giving herself over to the pleasure of what I was doing to her.

  What man doesn’t like to know that he’s fucking his woman just right? That shit just makes my dick harder each and every time. And she reaps the benefits.