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  “That’s it baby, cum on my cock.” She lost her breath and squeezed down on my shit right before her pussy gushed. Nothing like the feeling of warm sweet pussy juice running down my cock. Her last orgasm made the way easier for my cock and though her pussy still had a death grip on my meat, I was now able to fuck with abandon.

  “Lean back for me baby, I wanna suck on your tits.” She leaned back on her elbows which changed up my angle once again. I lifted her knees over my bent arms and leaned in to feast on her tits.

  I dropped back to a nice slow, deep penetration while giving her tits the attention they deserved. Her shits are sensitive as fuck. I can get her to cum just by nibbling on them and set out to do that now.

  I sucked first one to hardness before moving on to the next. “Play with your clit for me baby.” Her hand rushed down between us and she frigged her fat clit while I ate at her tits and slow fucked her.

  I felt her building towards orgasm again, but for some reason, what I thought on the outset was going to be a quick hard fuck on the kitchen floor was fast becoming something else.

  I bet she wasn’t thinking about her ziti now, but I kept that shit in mind, barely. I do not want to hear her Italian ass on a rant over another spoilt meal. It happens…a lot.

  “I wanna suck your cock.”

  “Not now baby. I like how your pussy feels like this.” She bit me but that didn’t stop me from doing what I was doing.

  Instead I drove my finger hard into her ass to get her to behave. “I’m going to give you two fingers now okay. Tell me if it hurts.” She tensed up automatically but I took my time and eased my finger out before adding another and pushing back in.

  Her ass was soaked with cunt juice and precum which made it easier to slide my digits home. I played around in her ass while loving on her tits and feeding her my cock.

  “Oh shit I’m cumming again. Oh fuck that’s so good.” I pulled back to look at her face when I felt her cunt clamp down on my cock.

  Her eyes were rolled back in her head, her mouth was open in her signature I’m cumming expression and her whole chest had gone red. When she stopped breathing I was afraid it was too much, but two- seconds later she released her breath on a loud ear piercing scream as her body begun to spasm.

  “Oh fuck that’s beautiful baby.” I’m sure it was the fingers in her ass that had sent her into orbit, which could only make my ass fucking campaign all the easier.

  I gave her time to come down and catch her breath, but I wanted to see and feel that shit again. Those fingers in her ass went into overdrive and I bit her nipple just a little harder.

  “Again, do that again!” I fisted her hair and pulled hard and felt her pussy twitch in answer. And when I bit into her neck, marking her, that’s when the fun really begun. She tried to break my dick off with her shit.

  I didn’t even have to move, just stood there and let her use my cock to get off while finger fucking her ass. I felt my balls harden and draw up, getting ready for blast off.

  Just as she was coming down from orgasm number three I slammed my cock home deep, emptying my nuts in her belly and she screeched. “Oh shit, that’s my spot. Do that again.” I love this fucking girl.

  Olivia

  “Dad, I don’t want you to do anything, leave it alone.” I picked at the cotton candy pink nail polish on my toes as I held the phone between my ear and shoulder. I need a salon run.

  “Who said anything about doing something?”

  “I know you is all. I have it under control.”

  “If that changes I’m only a phone call away you hear?”

  Why do I tell ma anything? She always promises not to share but before the off button’s been pressed she’s off and running to daddy and the rest of the clan.

  The last thing I need is for my loud rowdy family to descend on this poor man. He doesn’t know it yet, but he’s going to be my husband. I know he’s now getting out of one marriage and isn’t looking for anything serious, but I’m working on it.

  We’re like the perfect fit, in every way. And though it’s only been a few short months, I can’t imagine my life without him in it. In fact, lately, I’ve been getting anxiety attacks just at the thought of something upsetting the applecart. Like his annoying ass ex-wife.

  Just thinking about her makes my ass itch. Speaking of which! I twisted a little to ease the pressure of the plug that was currently shoved up my butt courtesy of Richard Soames.

  I listened to dad as he went through the weekly roll call. Did I need money? Was I eating enough? How are the kids? And most surprising of all, how’re things with Richard?

  I never expected him to be as accepting as he obviously is of my relationship with the once married father of two. But when you’re a daddy’s girl, you kinda learn over time how to get over. Though I’m sure I have ma to thank for part of the ease with which he’s accepted things.

  It could also have something to do with my lack of interest in boys my age when I was growing up. While my friends and cousins were doing the dating thing I never had any real interest, which had once been a source of concern for everyone in my nosy ass Italian family. I didn’t know it then, but apparently my lack of interest stemmed more from what was on offer than anything else.

  In other words, I didn’t know that I was into older men, and definitely one that came with a ready made family and an ex who doesn’t seem to get the meaning of the word.

  I never expected this when I answered the Ad my first week back at school. I’d been looking forward to finishing up my last year, which was mostly clinical stuff, before heading back east to start my career as a nurse.

  Now my life has been turned upside down. I guess you can’t choose who you fall in love with. But it hadn’t taken me that long to fall for the tattooed biker with the strong arms that make me feel safe when he wraps them around me.

  I never knew that I needed that until the first time I felt it. I’ve heard a lot of stories about love at first sight and have to admit to thinking of it in less than glowing terms.

  But seeing is believing and I know I was struck by that phenomenon when we first met. If I hadn’t fallen for his looks, those blue Paul Newman eyes and that dark hair worn close to the scalp, five minutes of watching him with his kids would’ve done it.

  There’s no hiding that he’s full of love. And the way he loves, good heavens. I could sit for hours and just watch him with his kids. Watch the way he loves them unconditionally. And the patience he has is not something I would’ve expected from someone like him; you know, the stereotypical tattooed bad boy.

  I come from a big loud family, full of love and support so I know what the real thing is supposed to look like. It was obvious from day one that he was no pretend dad just putting on a show.

  He has this passion about him in all that he does. An intensity that burns in his eyes. And when he looks at me, even from that first day, that look of passionate heat in his eyes just gets to me.

  That’s why I’d jumped into his bed two weeks after we met. It was almost inevitable and I think we both knew it from the first time we sat down across from each other. There was no outward signs that gave anything away, just a feeling in the air and for me, between my normally tightly closed legs.

  I wasn’t surprised when he hired me even though I couldn’t tell you half of what was said that day and I don’t think he could either. Lucky for all concerned, I had good intentions and not just lustful designs on his hot body.

  For those first few days we’d been circling each other, not saying much, but the signs were there. And when I remember what led up to us falling into his bed together, I still get hot.

  I remember the kids had just gone to their mother’s. He’d come home looking down and me being the talkative person I am, had asked him outright what was up.

  He’d opened up and let me in without reservation, one of the things I’d noticed about him since the beginning. He was easy to talk to and he always played it straight with me.


  I found out later that that wasn’t always the case with him, which just added to the bond between us. It’s as if he trusted me without question, something I appreciated immensely.

  When he told me he missed his kids already it felt like the most natural thing to walk over and put my arms around him to offer comfort. It was just another sign of the great love he bore his kids, and made me fall a little bit more in love with him.

  The hug had lasted longer than was necessary but neither of us seemed ready to let go. Then I felt his dick, hard against my middle. And when I lifted my head questioningly he’d lowered his head and kissed me.

  Just like that. That was all it took. Next thing I knew he was lifting me in his arms and heading down the hallway to his bedroom. I didn’t even think twice about what I was doing.

  We both knew I wanted it, that it’s what we’d been building up to the last two weeks. So there was no point in pretending. And his hands on me had taken away any objections I might’ve had.

  I’d had one sexual experience in high school that left me less than thrilled with the whole sex thing and I wasn’t expecting much. I just wanted to be close to him.

  But boy was I in for a big surprise. He’d touched me with such reverence, like my body was the most precious thing he’d ever held. Then he’d used his mouth and fingers to bring me to fever pitch.

  He’d engendered himself even more to me when in the midst of the wildest kisses I’d ever shared, he’d stopped long enough to ask about my medical history and shared his own. All while tearing my clothes from my body.

  Even though we both acknowledged that we were safe, he’d opted to use a condom, which he said he hates, just to make me feel secure until we could show each other our latest reports.

  By the time he slid into me I was halfway in love with him. And it’s only gotten worse every time since. Each time I share his bed I walk away leaving a little bit of myself behind.

  He doesn’t know that I’m in love with him, or that I’m working on planting myself in his heart. But I figure by the time he figures it out it’ll be too late. The only thing I know is that I want him for always. I knew I had it bad when I started thinking more about his happiness than my own.

  I want to make him happy. I want to see that mischievous little boy grin he wears sometimes plastered on his face for always. And that laugh that makes me tingle in all the right places.

  I want to have babies with him, want to share a life with him. I just have to bide my time. It’s only been a couple months and he’s still reeling from his divorce so I’m more than willing to wait him out.

  But the ex, now she’s a whole other story. I know her game and I’m not about to play it. The only reason I haven’t put her in her place as yet is because of the kids.

  I don’t want to make things any harder for Rich and I know she’s looking for any excuse. I haven’t missed the disapproving looks sent my way or the snide little remarks. She probably doesn’t know that her daughter tells on her ass either, but it’s all to my benefit.

  I do wonder though, how someone who’s never met me before can know so much about me. All made up bullshit of course, but still. It’s obvious that she’s jealous, that she might even want him back.

  And I have to admit to getting heart palpitations whenever Rich has to see her for any reason. But I bite it back and act like a grownup, though I want to scream and kick my feet each time.

  She also needs to be careful what she says in front of the little ones. Funny, Rich has never said a bad word about her in front of the kids, and I can’t recall him ever really saying anything negative about her to me.

  But every time the kids come home there’s a new story, especially from Carly, who’s a year younger than her brother in years, but way younger when it comes to attitude.

  Little Carly doesn’t mean to tell, she just repeats what she hears, or asks when she doesn’t understand something. But it’s through her that I know what her mother and her grandparents think of me.

  I have to bite my tongue and not let on to the little girl that anything is wrong even though I’d like nothing better than to drive over there and give them a piece of my mind.

  I could give two shits what she thinks. As far as I can tell, she tried to play Rich and he called her bluff and now she’s crying sour grapes. Not my fault she threw away a good thing when she had it. Now she wants to interfere with our lives and call the shots. Like hell. I’d called dad because her family is supposed to be big shots in this town and I’ve heard enough stories to know how they roll.

  And even though I told him not to do anything, he knows that’s code for stay in the shadows just in case this bitch jumps off. He’s never too pleased when someone messes with his little girl.

  I didn’t tell Rich that I’d told ma some of what was going on here. All he knows is that my family knows about us and that’s it. I’m trying to work him around to meeting the family, which has been known to make or break a relationship.

  Yes, there are some in my family who live up to every stereotype you’ve ever heard where Italians are concerned. But that’s only because when we love we love hard, and family is everything.

  So though he doesn’t know that I’ve already made up my mind about us. I’m already working behind the scenes to bring things together. I’ve given some serious thought to coming off the pill and not telling him. Every time I see his face after taking the kids to her it breaks my heart.

  I know our kid won’t and can’t take the place of his children and that’s not what I want. I just hate seeing him looking so forlorn and broken hearted.

  Olivia

  I hung up with dad and went in search of him. He’d gone to the store to pick up some stuff I need to make tiramisu. That’s another thing about him, he loves my cooking.

  Whenever I make him a meal he acts like it’s the greatest fete known to man. And of course the loving I always get after is a bonus. It’s because of things like that that I have a better understanding of his ex.

  I’m sure she misses her time with him. If he was anything like he is with me then she had it good. And if the sex was anywhere near what we share then I’m sure that bitch is ready to cut me from stem to sternum.

  Too bad! She jumped off the dick and I jumped on, it’s mine now. I knew when he came through the door that something had happened. I didn’t even have to ask to know that it involved her.

  He dropped the bag from the store on the counter and leaned his hands against the edge with his head down. Not a look I’m accustomed to. I didn’t question, instead letting him choose if and when he wanted to share, which he always does.

  Instead I walked over and leaned my head on his shoulder. When he lifted his arm for me to duck under I knew that whatever it was couldn’t be that bad.

  “I ran into Melissa at the store. If I didn’t know better I’d swear she was stalking me. Either that or she has some sorta tracking device on my ass.” I didn’t utter a word, just squeezed my arms around him and let him go at his own pace.

  “She tried giving me some shit about keeping the kids for another week. I just called my lawyer right there in front of her and asked for the best course of action if she fucks with the court’s orders.”

  I just love how he handles things. That take charge no nonsense way he has about him. “And what did she say?” He kissed my hair and turned, wrapping both arms more securely around me.

  “She backed down but that didn’t stop her from popping off at the mouth.” Of course, because what she really wants is attention. I listened to him talk, all the while running my hand up and down his chest soothingly. “I know baby, I’m sorry.” I licked his ear and let my hand travel down to his dick that was pushing against the zipper of his jeans.

  He lowered his head almost absently and took my lips. I pressed my soft curves against his hard body and let my tongue sink into his mouth.

  When his hand tightened in my hair I knew I had him. That he was no longer thinking about her, which is ex
actly what I wanted. I know how to take care of my man.

  So I dropped to my knees and zipped him out of his jeans, fishing his cock out and straight into my mouth. “Ummm, yummy.” I looked up at him wantonly as I licked his cockhead, tasting his precum on my tongue.

  His eyes were glazing over already by the time I took his fat cockhead into my mouth and sucked along his shaft until his dick butted against my tonsils.

  I swallowed around his cock, something I know drives him crazy and was rewarded with his hand tightening in my hair. “Fuck baby, take more.” Whatever you say big guy. I showed him my skills, breathing around his cock and sucking him in until only a few inches were left.

  My mouth was distended and it felt like I was gonna choke to death but I didn’t care. Especially when he started fucking into my mouth like he couldn’t help himself.

  I didn’t complain when he grabbed my hair with both hands, or when he fucked into my neck too hard. I knew he was chasing the demons in his head. The ones put there by his clueless ex.

  She didn’t seem to understand that the more she fought me, the more he’d come running. I made love to his cock like it was my new best friend.

  Taking it out every once in a while to lick just the tip teasingly before nibbling along the shaft until his toes curled and he growled at me to stop fucking around.

  I sucked his long, hard, fat cock back in like a lollipop and gobbled that shit until it was nice and hard before getting to my feet. We were both breathing hard and I loved the way he stood with his hands at his sides, fists clenched tight, just letting me run the show.

  I pulled his head down to my tit and fed it to him while working my ass out of my shorts. Right there on the kitchen floor, I pulled until he followed me down.

  I didn’t care that the tile was hard and cold. My man needed me. I spread my legs and grabbed his dick, leading it to my portal. He slipped in and did the rest. I didn’t complain when he fucked me so hard I thought my back would break. Or when he bit my nipple hard enough to leave a mark.