7. Fred
7
FRED
H e’s so big.
It’d take a lot to stop him from doing anything he wants to do, but if it’s my pleasure he’s intent on, then I’m here for it.
I set my cup on the table and look him over. “What do I do first?”
He blinks at me rapidly a few times, and then, slowly rises to his feet and adjusts the extremely large bulge in his jeans. “Give me a minute to compose myself. I don’t want to rush this.” He collects our cups and takes them to the bakery.
I follow him but pause in the doorway and watch him place them in the sink. “We should stay in the break room for…”
“Agreed.” He grips the sink a moment, and then runs the water and splashes some on his face.
I glance at the timer on the big oven. “How long do you think it will take? Should we wait for the bread to come out? I can’t afford to burn it.”
Vince walks over, watches the timer change from nine minutes to only eight, and then faces me. “How attracted are you to me?”
“What do you mean?”
“The more you like me, the easier you’ll come for me.” He picks me up as if I weigh nothing, swivels until we’re inside the break-room door, and presses me to the wall, parting my legs with his bulk. Mindful of my full breasts, he pins me with a secure pressure between my thighs that lights up my body with a new energy and excitement. “If you like me anywhere near as much as I like you, we’ve got plenty of time.”
I stare at him, my heart racing in surprise and wonder, as each breath catches in my chest.
He smiles, leans in, and inhales deeply, before grazing his beard up my neck and whispering in my ear, “You smell like fucking cookies, and I’m the Cookie Monster.”
I shiver inside my skin until the tremors grow too strong and shake loose.
He rumbles in my ear, and my body shudders against his, as a wicked thrill runs down my spine and the trembling in my legs intensifies. I clamp my thighs around him, to contain it, but it’s hard. He’s so big, I’m spread too wide to really squeeze him, and I end up rubbing my crotch against his firm, muscled abdomen.
Oh God . This is interesting in a good way.
I do it again, and he leans closer, stroking my neck with his finger as he gives a hum of approval. “Feel good, Angel?”
Unable to speak, I gaze into his eyes and nod .
“Good.” He drags his thick thumb across my lower lip. “I love this sweet and pretty, truth-telling mouth.” He bends to brush his lips against mine, and I gasp. He pulls back, his gaze searching my face. He furrows his brow, tilts his head to view me side on, and then he tugs his eyebrows downward. “Was that your first kiss?”
My stomach flutters with nerves, and I wet my lips before pressing them together. Not sure where to look when my cheeks flush with heat, I study his alarmed expression and shrug.
He shakes his head slightly, looks me over, and shakes it again. “We’re going to go a little more slowly than anticipated,” he warns me. “It’ll be better.”
The nervous energy in my belly grows, as he calmly slides his big hand up the back of my neck, to cradle the base of my skull. He leans in and lightly kisses me again. Twice. I part my lips on a breath, and he flicks the tip of his tongue in the gap, gliding it along the underside of my upper lip. It tickles in a teasing way, and I press closer, bringing him inside, where I meet his tongue with my own.
I lick inside his mouth, and he invades mine like he intends to conquer. He pushes and pulls in equal measure, stroking, retreating, easing to a soft suckle, and then forcing a moan from my throat when his fingers push into my hair. We tangle our tongues, writhing against each other in a warm, wet dance of give and take. It feels like fucking. But with mouths. And… different.
Vince holds me in a state of not only wanting, but also actually receiving . I haven’t been given this before, and it feels like a gift — something special, just for me. The firm presence of his body and the supportive embrace of his strong, steady hands, feel protective and safe, at the same time as promising something more. Something good.
He wants to please me. I can feel it, and I crave it.
He slides his hand under my dress, to grip my bare ass, and he moans. He tugs the dress higher, pulling it from between us until my soaking curls rub directly on his skin.
The movement comes naturally. I rock my pussy against his bare warmth, and he rewards me by deepening his kiss. Showing me his hunger. It’s intoxicating, that he could want me so, and it heightens my desire for him. I kiss him back, taking him deep and sucking at his tongue.
His moans taste delicious, and I drink them down, thirsty for more.
He grips my hips hard, guiding me into a pace that coats his stomach slick with my need, and then he drags his hands up my sides, to cup and stroke my sensitive, milk-swollen breasts.
I utter a small squeak into his mouth, and he pulls back, breaking the kiss. We’re both breathing hard, and he looks from my face to my tits and back again.
He presses his forehead to mine. “Can I make it feel better?”
I nod with a need I can’t hide. “Please.”
He shuffles me higher and slowly pulls my thin dress up my body, his fingers gently raking my skin in a delicate tease. Such a big man, taking this much care with me is hard to fully comprehend, but I love it. I love how special he’s making me feel. How watchful he is.
I lift my arms, and he pulls the dress over my head and tosses it onto the table behind him.
His gaze travels my body with obvious appreciation, and his voice is the deepest and growliest I’ve ever heard it when he rumbles, “ Fucking beautiful .”
He kisses and licks down my skin, until his beard scuffs my nipple, and I shiver in his hands, not knowing what to expect.
He closes his hot, wet mouth around my aching nipple, soothing the symptom, but not the cause. Without my needing to ask, he suckles gently, and I moan with how wonderful it feels. My brain starts to feel fuzzy with pure delight, and when the letdown hits, the pleasure intensifies.
Vince latches on like a vise. He tugs hard and gulps down my milk with the thirst of a very excited and huge, grown man. I cry out and rub my pussy against his firm abs just as enthusiastically, driven by the powerful yearning between my legs. This is so different from feeding a baby. The action is bigger and greedier and more .
Under my ass, he tugs at his jeans and unleashes his massive cock. He thrusts his hips and his shaft slides against my bare skin like velvet, as he pulls at my breast and swallows my milk. He’s creating the most amazing sensations all over my body, but I need more. I desperately want him inside me.
“ Vince .” I drag my nails down his back, and he moans into my flesh. The vibration travels all the way to my core and leaves it rattled in the best way. “I need you inside me,” I say between panted breaths.
His thick, meaty cock strains against my ass, and he comes off my breast, licking his lips. He shakes his head. “Not until I’m sure you can take it.”
He gathers me into his arms, carries me to the kitchen to grab my coat and his shirt, and then takes me back to the break room, where he spreads them over the table and lays me out on top, completely naked, with my legs wide. “Don’t you fucking move before I get back,” he says, walking out the door as the oven timer goes off.
He clanks around in the kitchen, getting the bread trays out of the heat. When I hear the oven door close, the excitement in my belly comes back with a vengeance.
He stalks closer. Bigger than any man I’ve ever seen, in all conceivable ways. His cock is the size of my forearms — if I hold them together and curl my hands into fists.
“Does it frighten you?”
I shake my head. “It suits you. Anything bigger or smaller wouldn’t look right. And if we’re meant to be together sexually, you’ll fit inside me. There’s nothing to be scared about.”
He stands near my feet, points the eye of his cock at me, and strokes his length until a glistening pearl shines at his tip. “You wouldn’t be scared to be mine?”
He sounds somehow worried and resigned, as if my being afraid is his expectation, but I only feel excited. Am I meant to feel differently? Does he? “Would you be scared to be mine?” I counter.
“I would love it,” he says quietly. He lowers his face between my legs, spreads my folds, and thrusts his tongue inside me.
I fly into a sitting position, and he presses a hand to the center of my chest, to push me back down. “Let me get a feel for you.”
I slowly lie back down, my legs trembling at either side of his head. He sucks at my clit, and I clamp my thighs over his ears and rock into his face, while he moans and eggs me on. He comes up with a soaked beard and licks his lips. “I could eat you for every meal,” he says in his growly voice, as he rises and slowly stalks, bear-like, toward my fuller breast.
The nipple is erect and pining for his mouth, and when he latches on to feed from it, I arch my neck and present myself higher for him. He tugs hard, and I thrust my hips in response.
He drags his clawed fingers up my inner thigh at a leisurely pace, heading for my pussy. I buck at him again, coating his hand in my slippery juices when he gets close. The glorious pulling at my breast gets stronger and more frenzied, and I stomp my foot on the table. I chase his touch in a single-minded daze, seeking the promise that’s building so wildly inside me.
He slides his fingers through my folds and massages my clit, until I whimper and beg for more.
Driven by pure longing for an enticing sensation I can almost grasp, I pull him closer — with my heels in his sides, my fists in his hair, and any other way I can.
He grips the back of my neck and angles my chest higher still, as he pulls at my breast, like he can’t consume enough of me. He drags his thick fingers downward, to press their tips just inside my gushing entrance, and the guttural sound of his longing rushes through me like pure carnal energy.
I thrust at the subtle intrusion, wanting him to push deeper, but he easily controls my movements and teases me with only shallow probing. He traces the mouth of my pussy, nudging gently around the edges, as if testing my resistance. I doubt he’ll find any; he’s giving me pleasure, and I’m one-hundred-percent open to receive. “ Vince .”
His fat cock jerks against my leg, and he presses his lips into my breast as he swallows. I give a sultry sigh at the mellow sensation, but there’s barely a pause to recover, before he’s nuzzling at me and supplying more of the terrific suction only an adult can create. I tilt my hips more, the most open I’ve ever been, and he pushes his thick, blunt fingers inside me, finally giving me the fullness and friction I desire.
I slam my hips upward again and again, fucking his fingers hard, the way I want it.
He comes off my breast swearing like a sailor, before lunging at my other nipple and latching on again with even greater enthusiasm. His intense pulling brings a resurgence of need.
I grip and claw at him, and he thrusts his cock against my leg, painting my skin with wet streaks of pre-cum, as he grunts and tugs at my breast. He spreads his fingers, pushing against the walls of my pussy with a force that leaves me panting.
He’s stretching me.
The pressure increases, and he slides his scissoring fingers in and out of me in wet slurps before adding a third. I take it well, molding around the intrusion as it fills me. The gentle stretch is incredible, and it brings a whole new sensation — like there’s no going back.
He pumps them into me, curling them to expand me enough to take a fourth. It’s a tight fit, but he doesn’t let up, forcing my pussy to accommodate him, until I’ve slicked him further and he can glide easily again.
He’s thrusting at me with ease, while he sucks and tugs at my breast. Pushing and pulling. Pushing and pulling .
The opposing forces grip my body and drive it to new limits, where it’s impossible not to fall apart. An explosion of pleasure ripples through my system, shattering every nerve into a million sparkling pieces and shaking my soul loose.
My limbs tense and contract in time with my core, absorbing the physical shock from wave after rolling wave of perfection, and my mind empties of everything but the swirling euphoria I swim in.
I drift in a suspended state of full-body dreaming, until subtle shifts at the edges of my conscious slowly lure me back to my senses.
I’m in his arms, bundled in his warm, soft shirt, and he’s rocking me ever so slightly. His bearded chin bristles at the edge of my forehead, where I rest against his chin, while he slowly strokes two of his fingers along the inner walls of my pussy. Every now and then, he pushes against the confines of my channel, and my body responds with quivering spasms of pleasure.
“So good ,” I mumble on a moan when another one hits .
“You sure are, Angel.” He pushes a third finger back into me easily and gives a satisfied mmm , as he presses a kiss to the side of my brow and nuzzles at my hair. “You’ve got a gorgeous and greedy little cunt, Frederica Beckett. With some training, you’ll be able to take my cock beautifully.”
The edge in his husky voice trickles down my spine, and I shiver. “Let the training begin,” I murmur through lazy lips.
He slides his fingers from my pussy, until they’re almost out. Then he curls them into my flesh, massaging me just inside with a pleasant pressure I can feel in my back passage, despite having nothing inside there. The pushing intensifies, and then he changes his grip, and pulls at me instead, stretching my pussy’s entrance open and back — toward my ass — until it feels taut in the most exciting way.
“It already has,” he whispers. He slicks his thumb in my excessive juices and slowly rubs that slipperiness at my asshole.
I’m so pleasantly sensitive there, and the sliding sensation makes my blood rush with anticipation of another new pleasure experience. I rock toward his touch, loving how it feels. He pushes the tip of his thumb inside me, and I bloom around the intrusion, open to the pleasure it brings.
“ Mmm . What a fucking angel.”
I smile and shift against him, to explore the sensation. “I’m just doing what my body wants. You make me feel good.”
“That’s my only fucking intention, Angel.” He uses the thumb in my ass like an anchor point, to get a better grip on my pussy entrance with the tips of his fingers. He pulls at me as if he wants to bring my holes closer together. He stretches me until the edge of pain makes me tense, and holding me there, he uses his other hand to stroke my clit. Within moments, I adjust to the new normal, and then begin to chase the pleasure he’s baiting me with.
I gush over his fingers, and he praises me for it. His words urge me onward and swirl in my head, until I seek more. I’m a good girl. His good girl. His angel. I’m going to take his cock just right.
The pressure at my entrance intensifies, and I can imagine his huge cock forcing me open, pushing me to my limits, so I feel ready to burst, and then forging deep, to fuck me and spill his seed where it can grow.
I want it. I rub at his slippery hands, and push against his thumb, making it fuck my ass while he trains my pussy to take his massive cock.
“Yes, Angel. I’m so fucking proud of you. Show me how much you want it. How badly do you want my cock?” The hand rubbing my clit slides lower, and those fingers push inside me from the front, while his other fingers continue to tug at me from behind.
I’m being entered from both sides, pulled open while my ass tries to clench the thumb inside it. The stretch is so intense. So good. I grind my clit against his big palm, and my pussy pulls tighter.
Vince hums long and low, and increases the resistance each time my pussy threatens to squeeze. I rock and tighten, rock and tighten, and the pressure builds and builds.
“That’s it, Angel. Come for me again. Come for me, and I’ll make you feel pulled so tight you’ll scream.” The stretch intensifies, and I fuck everything he gives me, as the pleasure coils its heat inside me. I’m past the point of no return. My orgasm is imminent, and he knows just how to push me over the edge.
He works his magic and makes me feel so full, there’s a sense I’ve achieved something impossible.
Then he rumbles his plans in my ear. “I’m going to ruin you for other men. I’ll be the only man who can pack you fucking tight the way you want. You’ll only want me, and I’m going to break you in so you can take my massive cock anytime you want it. I’ll make you fucking gape .”
I jolt back against him with the power of my climax. He catches me and holds me tight, stroking my fucking soul with a tenderness that’s hard to believe after what he just said to me, but it’s happening, and it’s exactly what I need, so I trust it.
This is how he is. Big and overwhelming with both power and sensitivity. A combo I could definitely fall in love with — if that’s something I’ll allow myself to do.
The second I get in the door at home, Mom looks me up and down. She shakes her head, raises a warning finger, and points it right at me. It shakes a little with the vibe of the words she’s leaving unspoken, and then she points to the next room, where I can hear the children playing. “ Don’t you put them at risk for a few moments of pleasure.”
I frown so hard my forehead aches. “I would never put my babies at risk.”
How can she even tell I’ve been pleasured? Do I look different?
I feel different.
My body shivers, as my memory serves up a few reasons I may look like a new, sated woman — Vince, holding me to the wall; Vince, with his face between my legs; Vince at my breast with his powerful, adult jaw working to milk me, while he stretched my pussy to ready it for his huge cock.
“ No , Frederica.”
Mom comes back into focus, and I frown harder. “Vince is different. He’s kind .”
She almost laughs, but her stance remains firm. She looks to the ceiling, her lips moving like she’s praying, then she returns her gaze to me. “They’re always nice at first, darling — even more so when they know how to fool your body. But don’t let him fool your mind, child. He’s out to serve himself before all else. It’s what men do. Stick to your plan and don’t bring danger into your life for a few scraps of fun. No matter how different one may seem, they’re all the same, and the moment you let your guard down, you’ll be made to regret it.”
She tilts her chin to catch the light, making sure I can see the line of her slightly crooked jaw and the scar my father gave her. “Protect your children at all costs, Frederica.”
Her eyes start to fill with tears, and I nod, hoping to stem the flow before a tide of guilt washes over me. “I will,” I promise. “We have a system that works, and I won’t jeopardize it. I feel pulled to Vince, but I haven’t thought about keeping him, Mom.”
It’s a lie, but it’ll put her mind at ease while I’m figuring out how to get what I want without hurting anyone.
“That may not matter to him,” she says, her tone still stern. “If he wants you, he’ll do his damnedest to get you, so you may need to consider the signals you’ve been giving him and start showing him different ones. I don’t care if you’re drawn to him; that sort of attraction is distracting and impairs judgement. Love makes the biggest fools, and I won’t have you counted among them.”
“ Mom .”
“Did he give you these flowers?” she demands to know.
I look down at the sweet posy of orange blooms in my hand. “They’re for the girls. To paint tigers with.”
She relaxes and nods. “Thank goodness. If he’d given them to you, it would be a sure sign he was too interested, and we can’t have that. Keep your distance and don’t encourage him. I know you want a big family, and goodness knows we’ll need the help with the workload around here, but you’re young, and you don’t need to rush. You can find a different father for your next child. Another gentle gay man, perhaps?”
I look down at the flowers Vince gave me and swallow hard. Conceiving through pleasureless sex feels like a chore. It doesn’t hold the same appeal as getting bred by Vince, but Mom’s fears are valid. I can’t deny that.
I give her a small smile. “I’ll think about it.”
This time I’m not lying. I will think about it — think about how little I want anything else, now that Vince has shown me something different. He’s opened a door to a new world of possibilities, but I haven’t thought nearly enough about what that could mean for me and my family.