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  Since some of these girls were from well to do families, it was safe to say he wouldn’t be welcomed back into society anytime soon.

  So, with everything squared away we’d had the wedding of the century with our son flowing a few short months later. There were a lot of people counting on their fingers at the christening that’s for sure. But neither Joanna, nor I really too much cared. We were happy and that was all that mattered.

  Now we’re expecting again, this time twins, and she’s out of sorts because the babies are overdue. My job, it seems, is to fuck her into labor. I kept up a slow and steady grinding into her heat from behind as she did her best to get me to pound her. No way was I going to risk harming her or my children. A nice slap to her ass was all the was needed to settle her down, but it backfired on my ass because she came, and the sensation of her squeezing and juicing all over my meat made me lose control.

  In the end she got the pounding she was after and not long after, we were off to the delivery room.

  THE END

  BONUS STORY

  Double Shot

  By

  Jordan Silver

  Copyright © 2014 Alison Jordan

  All Rights Reserved

  BONUS STORY

  She was spread eagle in the swing. Cum leaked from her shaved pussy and the head of my cock as I massaged her sphincter with my thumb.

  “You ready?”

  “Yes fuck my ass you bad boy.”

  I grinned down at her as I took my cock in hand and led it slowly into her ass. I’d cum only minutes ago but this was for her. My cock stays hard long after I’ve ejaculated and she loves to make use of that fact. Fucking her ass gives her pleasure and I’m all about giving my girl pleasure.

  With her arms tied up in the straps, her legs spread as wide as they would go, I pulled her onto my hardness swinging her back and forth.

  “Oh yeah, that feels so good.”

  My bad girl worked her ass on my dick as I teased her clit. I love to watch her body come alive when we fuck, the way the usually prim and proper debutante becomes a wild she cat when I put my hands or my mouth on her.

  It’s been three months since we’d met, and each day brought something new and exciting. Every time I thought we’d reached the heights of pleasure she surprised me. She owns me completely and I’m man enough to admit it; I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  “You want me to cum in your sweet ass baby?”

  “Yes please.”

  “So polite…make me cum then do your thing.”

  She tightened the muscles of her ass around my cock making me see double.

  What was it about this girl? Out of all the others that had gone before her, why was she the one female who makes me think of home fires and happily ever after? Sex in itself is no basis for a marriage; sex mixed with unconditional love, the kind of love that grabs you by the balls and won’t let go is grounds for everything.

  Three months ago I was your average bachelor. I loved my job as a detective in the San Diego PD and my nights spent between the sheets with whatever female had caught my eye that week.

  I was nowhere near the settling down stage no matter how much mom nagged. I wouldn’t say I was a complete dog, but I didn’t turn it down if it looked promising enough and I was unattached at the time of the offer.

  My partner and I were friends on and off the job. We were your typical guys you know, hanging at the bar after a long day, football at his place or mine on the weekends, or taking in a game at the ballpark in the summer.

  Then he met this girl and lost his damn mind. Three months later they were married and I guess it’s true what they say about married people. Once they take the plunge they want everyone around them to do the same.

  I had no interest in putting that noose around my neck but I was happy for them. I like Kelly, she’s a great girl but she’s like a jack russell terrier when she gets her teeth into something.

  Her new thing was hooking me up, marrying me off. I avoided her hook ups like the plague; I choose my own bed partners thank you very much. I’ve been doing it since the age of seventeen.

  Then one night she pulled the sulky face on me and to keep the peace and not make my boy’s life a living hell I gave in to her pleas.

  “You’re wife’s a sneak bro seriously.”

  “Ah come on what’s one little date gonna hurt?”

  “My ass, I give in now and she’ll be after me for the rest of my life until she succeeds.”

  “Don’t be such a spoil sport.”

  “So you know this woman she’s setting me up with? What’s she like?”

  “Stephanie is cool people, she’s like Kelly in a lot of ways, just a little more out going I think.”

  “Is she pretty?”

  “Yes you vain ass she’s gorgeous, like I said she’s like my Kelly.”

  Kelly is beautiful; she’s also one of those trust fund types with diamonds dripping off her ears and hands. The fact that she met and fell in love with a cop is amazing. They met when Jay stopped some guy from knifing another one at some club, and have been together ever since.

  There was no real point in me asking him anything about this girl because he would do anything to please his new bride. So even if this Stephanie chick was the bride of Frankenstein he would lie. I just wanted to get through the one evening and be done with it. I’d been avoiding shit like this ever since mom started dropping hints about grandkids and shit so I have no idea why I’d decided to cave now.

  When I arrived at their house that night she was already there. Stephanie Whittaker. I didn’t know who she was at the time, had never heard her name, but I liked the looks of her. Slender, petite and brunette; I didn’t feel too threatened because I usually go for leggy blondes. No way this one was getting her hooks in me.

  So I thought what the hell, and let my guard down. Actually my first thought was that Kelly had really screwed the pooch. Though I wasn’t adverse to her looks, nothing could possibly come of this. I like my women a little gritty if you know what I mean! And this demure soft-spoken beauty was nowhere near my league. My cock has toppled many a female in the past and this little slip of a girl would never be able to handle me I was sure.

  I was polite enough at first; after all there was no point in being rude. I figured if I got through this one dinner and said thanks but no thanks, Kelly would get the hint and back off. But as the evening progressed I found myself more than a little intrigued.

  I learned that she was a socialite, one of those insipid beings you see on Reality TV whose names are always bandied about in magazines and gossip columns. But she was so grounded it was hard to believe that she was anything like that. She was fun and open and she had an air of innocence about her that was very appealing.

  I really didn’t think anything much would come of it though. Girls like her were usually slated by mommy and daddy for some trust fund little prince who didn’t know his head from his ass. Definitely not for a seasoned detective, who made his living at an occupation that was more dangerous than safe and one that certainly wasn’t raking in the kind of money she was worth.

  Kelly and Jay had left to go make coffee or so they said, but I was pretty sure they were giving us some time alone. Dinner had been fun, everyone was relaxed and the conversation had flowed easily enough between the four of us. I know it’s a stereotype, but I was fascinated by how smart she was.

  I had this idea about flitting butterflies as I called her type. The shop ‘til you drop set that whined and moaned when they chipped a nail. Not even if the pussy was lined with gold would I put up with that shit. But she knocked down every idea I had coming into this. She was articulate and worldly about almost every topic I came up with and she also loved to debate politics, which was another surprise. About an hour in I found that I was actually enjoying the conversation and my exit ploy was not needed.

  “So detective it was very nice meeting you, I really enjoyed our evening.”

  “Same here; so how
did they talk you into this?”

  “What do you mean?” She turned those twinkling dark eyes on me; she was toying with me.

  “Well I’m sure I’m not your usual fare.”

  “Is this reverse discrimination detective?” She gave me that infectious smile that she’d been flashing at me all evening.

  “No not really.”

  “Good because I’d really like to see you again.” And that’s when I’d found myself agreeing.

  “I’d like that Stephanie, how about dinner tomorrow night?”

  “I’d like that.”

  “Cool I’ll pick you up at seven.”

  We exchanged numbers just as the others returned to the room. Conversation picked up again and I found myself studying her more. I won’t lie and say there were sparks flying that night, but there was definitely a little flame starting.

  When the night was over I walked her out to her car and with a chaste kiss on the cheek I bid her goodnight.

  “So what do you think?” Kelly had met me at the door when I walked back in.

  “We just met Kelly, I haven’t really formed an opinion as yet. We agreed to have dinner tomorrow night though so you should be happy with your efforts.” She had squealed and hugged me; mission accomplished.

  For the next two weeks I saw Stephanie every night. We went out to dinner, the movies out dancing. By the end of that first two weeks I knew I was in trouble. I felt like a different person when I was with her. In the beginning she was just another interest, someone I’d take to bed and then we’d go our separate ways.

  It didn’t seem to be working out that way though, she made me feel. I would be on a job and she’d just pop into my head; at the oddest times she’d be there in the front of my mind. I still wasn’t too worried though, I put it down to the fact that I hadn’t fucked her yet and that’s why I was feeling this strong attraction. I couldn’t have been more wrong.

  “I’m cooking for you tonight sweetheart so dress casual.” It was the beginning of the third week and we’d been making out like horny teenagers on my couch for the past week and a half. I’d had her tits in my mouth. Had even got so far as finger fucking but that was not my usual style. By now I would’ve already bedded her and probably be moving on to the next one.

  “Ooh the stalwart detective also cooks do tell.”

  “Smart ass, just be ready at seven.”

  “What are you making me?”

  “It’s a surprise.”

  It was my day off so I had time to prepare my lamb just the way my mama had taught me. I’m a Greek boy born and raised in California to second-generation immigrants, but my family is still steeped in the old traditions. I was supposed to go into the family business, taking over the running of our restaurants after my father, but I had no interest. I love the streets, love keeping them safe, so that’s where my heart led me.

  My folks were doing okay; I have three sisters whose husbands had picked up the slack where I’d left off so everything had worked out there. Mama was chomping at the bit to meet Stephanie, she swears that I never keep a woman around longer than one week and since Steff had already made it to three she must be the one. I don’t think so but as long as she was happy who am I to take that away from her?

  That evening started off like any other, I fed her and accepted her praise of my culinary skills; then over a glass of wine we listened to some music. I kissed her there on my couch the way I always did. At first it was soft nibbles, easy touches of my lips on hers. We’d been here so much before that I didn’t think it was going to go anywhere.

  I placed my hand on her breast, fondling her pebbled nipple under my palm. When she pushed her tit harder into my palm I deepened the kiss. She was soon lying beneath me my body completely covering hers, my hips cradled between her thighs. I ground my painfully hard cock into her softness and she moaned into my mouth.

  “Let me have you baby.” I was asking but my hands were already busy disrobing her right there on my couch. I got as far as pulling her top down and pushing her bra aside; my mouth was on her tit in a hot second, while my hand went into her silk panties. She was hot and wet when I sank my fingers home.

  “You’re so fucking tight.”

  She didn’t answer just caught my lips in a hot wild as fuck kiss which only made me more frenzied.

  Pushing my jeans down just enough to release my straining cock I tore her panties and pushed my cock into her. It was almost as if I was afraid she’d stop me so I had to move fast.

  “Fuck.” I stopped short and looked down at her face, her eyes were slightly glazed over from the sharp pain from me butting against her maidenhead.

  “You’re a virgin?”

  “Not anymore.”

  She moved beneath me drawing me deeper into her heat. Fuck I don’t know what to do with a virgin. I haven’t the slightest clue how to do soft and gentle. When I fuck I fuck hard and rough, I like my sex wild and a hell of a lot dirty.

  It was done now though so there was no way I could stop, I couldn’t take her here like though, this not for her first time. So I lifted her in my arms and made my way to the bedroom.

  “Look at me baby; this is going to hurt a little okay.”

  She nodded her head shyly; I kissed her lips softly. I had to start all over again, so I kissed my way down to her breast taking her nipple into my mouth to suckle her, while my fingers entered her slowly. My heart was beating a hole in my chest, a fucking virgin, fuck me.

  Kissing my way down her body I licked her pussy, taking in her taste. She was sweet on my tongue as I lifted her into my mouth. She moved like a dream as I ate her to my heart’s content.

  “I’m going to take you now sweetheart.” I tested her readiness with my fingers before guiding my cock into her slowly. When I reached that barrier again I held her face between my hands so I could look into her eyes.

  “Do you take me?” They were the softest words I’ve ever spoken to anyone in my life.

  “Yes.”

  Taking her lips with mine I pushed forward into her body breaking through that piece of skin and into her body. I caught her soft cry in my mouth taking it into me as I took the last bit of her innocence.

  Something shifted in me right at that moment. Something I’d never expected, but still I was safe. I didn’t feel any real threat from her even though it was the most fulfilling experience of my life. Something about being the first to have her spoke to something inside me.

  I emptied myself inside her after bringing her to completion, and then I left her lying on the bed and went to run her a bath. I didn’t have any experience with virgins, but I was pretty sure she might be sore. After testing the water I went back and got her.

  “How are you feeling baby?”

  “Good, I’m good.”

  “Not too sore?”

  “No I feel amazing.” She stretched like a cat and grinned up at me. I lifted her in my arms and took her into the bath, another first; I’d never prepared a bath for a woman in my life. Never felt this overwhelming need to care for one before either.

  I placed her in the water and got in behind her pulling her back into my chest. Taking the washcloth I squeezed warm water over her chest then I soaped up the cloth and washed her sore pussy gently.

  “Tell me if I hurt you okay.”

  “It feels good.”

  I washed her body until the water cooled, and then lifted her out. I had no intent on taking her again, I was just going to put her to bed and hold her while we talked until sleep overtook us both. I figured that was the gentlemanly thing to do after taking her innocence. I ignored the little blip in my heart that the thought brought. No way was I falling into the virginity trap; no matter how much fun we had together, or how much time I spent thinking about her when I should be doing something else. I just had to keep things cool and nothing had to change. She wasn’t making a big production out of it either so we were on the same page.

  We got into bed and I pulled her into my arms.


  “You’re staying here tonight.”

  “Okay.” She turned her nose into my chest, then I felt her tongue tickle my chest and just that quickly my cock jumped. She teased my nipple with her tongue before biting it just enough to sting. Fuck I like a little pain with my sex, freaky I know but I like that on the edge feeling, pushing the envelope just a little.

  With all thoughts of letting her heal flying out of my head, I took her mouth roughly and turned her onto her back.

  “You want to fuck again?”

  “Most definitely.”

  “So fucking polite. Can you take me hard baby, I’ll try to give you soft and gentle but I’m not making any promises.”

  “I want you anyway I can have you.”

  That was all the encouragement I needed.

  I was easy going in but that’s where my gentleness ended. Lifting her ass in my hands I rocked into her hard pulling her pussy onto my cock. She locked her long legs around my ass and pushed her pussy even harder onto me.

  “Hmm, I like that do it again.”

  She grabbed my hair and fucked up at me meeting me thrust for thrust and I was lost. I was a maniac when I attacked her tits, sucking and biting as I fucked her into the bed. The newly deflowered beauty was wild beneath me, her cries ringing in my ears.

  She bit my ear and scraped her nails down my back as she came. I groaned from the pit of my stomach and came hard; it felt like I would never stop cumming. I’ve never cum so fucking hard in my life, and that’s when it happened. I came again. Blew me the fuck away. I’d heard of this a long time ago as some sort of myth, but never in a million years would I ever have thought it possible, not with me.

  I looked down at her in astonishment; what the fuck had just happened? I tried to hold onto what was going on inside me and around me at the time. I noted the feeling in my heart just before it happened, that glitch in my heart that was more than just sexual gratification.