Chapter 22 – Deacon
Chapter Twenty-Two
Deacon
There’s an easy way for us to solve this that always works.
Violence. Keyshawn doesn’t approve of my obsession with Magnum’s new conundrum with Damara Simmons.
How can anyone blame me for not trusting someone related to Tamiya?
The woman spends her life digging into people’s personal affairs and as a man who values privacy, that sort of behavior unnerves me.
Keyshawn finds me obsessive and annoying because the time I spend worrying about the latest family drama with the club takes away from the time I spend coloring her ass dark purple with our newest toys.
It’s harder to keep up with her cravings than I expected after all this time.
I never expected to get bored with Keyshawn, but I feel something a little deeper than fresh excitement.
There’s no way I could have the relationship I have with her with anyone else.
She’s special to me and our dark, intense, and sometimes bloody bond makes me want to bend the knee in service to her.
Keyshawn knows I love her and would burn the world for her and I understand that I can’t let this obsession lead to me forgetting that this woman will always be the number one force in my life.
I love my wife. However, my beautiful wife Keyshawn thinks that my willingness to involve myself at all is a sign that I’m not taking our new life together seriously. I can’t bear to tell her the truth.
Magnum’s affairs are very much my own. We both own several properties across the Southwestern United States and our joint dealings extend all the way to Southern California at the end of the old Route 66 highway, deep into Santa Monica where we share territory with a few Mexican biker gangs and one old Texan gang.
We have a huge financial investment together in a new nightclub out in the desert, about fifty miles east of Santa Monica.
I threw in a lot of cash under the promise that Magnum would spend the next few months hard at work getting the club to turn a profit– and running weapons down to Costa Rica for a little side money to make sure we hit our financial goals.
I planned on taking Keyshawn on a three month vacation from our problems with the kids so I can make up for all the time I spend working. I throw everything into providing for my family and Magnum’s fucked up situation throws my financial plan for providing into total fucking chaos.
This woman has Magnum completely distracted and I have considered arranging her anonymous kidnapping more than a few times until Magnum gets my investments to turn a real profit. I have very little patience for any of this.
Keyshawn steps out of our home’s built-in sauna completely naked, giving me a complete view of her perfect, sexy ass body.
Her curves are all natural with cellulite in all the right places, stretch marks from her body changes during her last pregnancy, and she has some special changes to her body performed as ritual expressions of love in our relationship.
My dick gets hard just dropping my gaze to her tattoo. Property of Rage. This woman was an absolute fucking treat when I first felt her lips around my cock and being with Keyshanw has only grown more exciting in different ways.
“Are you thinking about the pregnancy plot again?” Keyshawn asks, already annoyed with me because I guess I didn’t stare at her tits long enough when she got out of the sauna.
“You look fucking incredible.”
“But you are thinking about it,” Keyshawn says, still distrusting and accusatory. I’ll admit my obsession has bordered on extreme in the past. She should be more patient with me…
“I’m not.”
This time, I’m thinking about how her juicy ass cheeks would look with my pale white dick sliding between the lubed up melons. Delicious. My dick jerks behind my white towel again. I want to suck on Keyshawn’s lips until she screams.
“I don’t believe you. But I like the way you’re looking at me right now.”
I need this woman on a yacht off the coast of Croatia. But thanks to Magnum’s wandering cock, we’ll have to spend all summer in the desert. Keyshawn deserves to have her dark brown cheeks lubed up in baby oil while she lays out in the sun and I feed her sliced mango.
“Good. I like the way you look right now.”
“What do I look like? A tired mother who needs her feet massaged?”
Tired? She doesn’t look tired at all. My wife looks sexy. I love how she looks all covered in sweat fresh out of the sauna.
“More like a sexy MILF whose toes I want to suck,” I tell her, beckoning for Keyshawn to bring her fine ass over to me.
“I don’t trust you anywhere near my toes after the last thing you did.”
I chuckle and take my wife’s hands, pressing them to my lips. She melts when I hold her, which makes it that much harder to let go of her.
“Do you trust me to take you up to our bedroom right now?”
“Bedroom and not the playroom?”
“I was serious about another baby,” I whisper, my dick growing in my pants at just the thought of getting Keyshawn pregnant again.
She looks incredible when her tummy swells with my seed and all the fun it takes to get her pregnant keeps me busy cooking up situations to get her away from our kid and strip her clothes off.
Our chemistry hasn’t died down even for a single day. I loved her the second my cock touched her lips, which doesn’t sound romantic from the outside but given the strange situation we were both in… my body just knew this woman was meant for me.
It doesn’t take me long to hike her ass cheeks up on the bathroom sink and spread Keyshawn’s thighs wide open so she can take my dick inside her.
She tastes like honey when I kiss her neck so I don’t do too much playing around with Keyshawn’s tightness or her bruised ass before I slide all the way inside her.
“You feel so good, baby,” I whisper as I bury my cock inside my wife.
Keyshawn grips my shoulders with trusting tenderness.
She knows she can depend on me to stay balanced as I pump her tightness full of my cum.
My fingers sink into Keyshawn’s ample ass cheeks and she moans as I tease her tender bruises with my tight squeeze.
“I’ll go all night if that’s what it takes to make you cum,” I whisper. “Because you’re not taking that birth control anymore… I’m done with that shit.”
“Are you crazy, Deacon?”
“No.”
“We’re not ready for another kid,” Keyshawn says, moaning between each word as she struggles against me but completely fails to hide how good it feels to have me pounding her with my cock.
We talked several times about another baby and while there are a few ways we might not be ready for the future, we’re never going to be ready.
I want Keyshawn’s body to change with an infusion of my baby batter until her stomach swells with my seed and the two of us bring a whole new life into the world.
I always had darker tastes and ever since I witnessed all the changes and shifts in Keyshawn’s body (and behavior) throughout her pregnancy, I want to taste those changes again.
There’s something primal about getting a woman pregnant with your seed.
It’s the ultimate invasion of her precious womb…
claiming her in a way that no other man will be able to once I’m done.
I will always be the father of her first two kids.
Ultimately, I plan to father at least ten with Keyshawn…
as long as she doesn’t put her foot down.
The thought of keeping Keyshawn completely full sends me into a frenzy of desire.
Pressing my hand to her clit to massage her to a complete orgasm, I fuck her harder and deeper, imagining my seed swimming to Keyshawn’s egg and implanting deep in her soft, accepting womb.
I want her to feel that initial tightness and pain from implantation as I fuck a baby into her and as I pound into her slowly, I get close to an orgasm at the thought of her obsessively wondering if I’ve done it again.
From the very first spurt of my seed in Keyshawn’s womb, I’ll embed myself in her thoughts and become a part of her daily obsessions up until our child’s birth.
There’s nothing more arousing for a control freak.
Keyshawn buckles under the weight of pressure against her clit from how hard I fuck her while holding her up against the bathroom sink. She’s close…
“Fuck,” I grunt into her ear, teasing her with my hot breath. “I want to fuck a baby in you so fucking bad.”
Her thighs spread wider as our wet slapping fogs up the bathroom even more than the sauna.
The sweat coating her thighs makes her buttery soft and as her pussy tightens around my cock, I feel Keyshawn break past the point of no return.
She cries out my name as she cums and I slide all the way inside her until we’re glued together, forcing my cock so deep inside her that I can’t control myself either.
I groan into her shoulder and cum hard, our bodies moving together as I lose control of myself and coat Keyshawn’s walls with thick spurts of juices.
Fuck, she felt so tight that I lasted as long as I could, but ultimately couldn’t have lasted any longer inside that beautiful, thick ass woman.
I don’t even want to move my cock from her pussy when I’m done.
I want my dick to keep pushing my cum to her back walls as long as possible, even if Keyshawn braces herself against her chest and gives me a reminder that I hate to see coming.
“Babe,” she gasps. “You have to work.”
“No…” I growl, easing my hips forward and practically begging my dick to get hard again. It wouldn’t be the first or the second time Keyshawn’s sweet ass pussy has made me hard again with a minimal amount of time to recover.
“It’s important,” she reminds me. “Reed and Cody are both down there, remember? You don’t want to leave them with Zebulon for too long. Last time he scammed your guests out of four thousand dollars.”