Chapter 24
I play for shit all night, though Isaiah, Martin, and I have a hell of a lot more fun after kicking Mara out. What happened earlier has me reevaluating my interactions with her over the years, and it’s easy to see now how much of a drag she was. I don’t know how I didn’t see her behavior for what it was before.
What I thought at the time was a sarcastic and crass sense of humor was actually her being an ass to us in the guise of “just joking”. Also, all the weird touching she did. She definitely went out of her way tonight to touch me more than usual under Shayla’s apparent watchful eye, but it’s not the first time she’s done it. It makes my skin crawl to think about it.
Eventually, Shayla announces she can’t concentrate on her homework while we are having so much fun and asks if she can sit and watch us play. Fuck, yes.
“Of course.” Martin yanks Mara’s vacated chair to his side of the table and pats the seat. “Come sit next to me, and I’ll teach you everything you need to know,” he says in his panty-dropping voice that even makes my angel blush.
“I think the fuck not,” I bark and pull Shayla down on my lap, which is both enjoyable and painful since my dick is achingly hard under her ass for the remainder of the night. It doesn’t help that her short and sexy white skirt keeps working its way up her thighs every time she shifts, and I can’t keep my hands off of her smooth skin.
When we finally call it a night, the guys invite her to our next game night with promises that Mara is gone for good, which she excitedly accepts. I’m excited, too. I get the warm fuzzies that they are accepting her into our group, which has been small and tight-knit ever since we started playing together after college.
Shayla offers to clear the table while I push the guys toward the front door. “Better not fuck it up with your dream girl, bro. A woman like her will have a line of guys ready to pick up the pieces if you break her heart. Of course, if you do, I’ll be the first to offer a shoulder to cry on because I’m nice like that.” Isaiah winks, and a slow smile spreads from ear to ear when I clench my jaw.
“Nope, I’ll be the first in line. Imagine how beautiful and smart our kids would be. A red-headed Lainey or two running around,” Martin jokes, painting a picture I want to rip apart.
I slam the door in their laughing faces and stomp into the kitchen, where I find Shayla leaning against the peninsula counter. She’s wearing the prettiest, sweetest smile, and there’s a glint in her eyes as she leans back on her elbows, making her perfect tits jut out.
She really does look like an angel in her white skirt and sandals, with her blonde hair brushed back over her shoulders. How she ever thought I could be embarrassed about her blows my mind. I want everyone to know she’s mine.
I surprise her by dropping to my knees in front of her and hug her around the waist. I press my nose into her soft stomach and inhale her clean scent, closing my eyes to savor this moment of peace and quiet as I hold her now that we’re finally alone.
She slides her fingers through my hair, combing back the long strands, lightly scraping my scalp with her nails. My whole body shivers at the sensation, and my dick swells larger in my jeans.
I slide my hands to her sides, slowly push her top up higher, and nuzzle my nose in the dip of her belly button. I place small kisses all along the exposed strip of sensitive skin, teasing her lightly and making her breath hitch.
“Angel,” I whisper over and over again between kisses. “My angel.”
She moans my name softly and shifts her feet apart when I nip the edge of her waistband with my teeth. I drop my hands down to her knees, then slide my hands up her smooth, silky thighs under her skirt and slowly peel her equally sexy white panties down. When she steps out of them, I spring to my feet, picking her up with my hands under her bare ass. She immediately wraps her legs around my waist and pulls my mouth to meet hers in a hungry kiss.
What started slow and tender turns ravenous as I suck her tongue in my mouth, laving it with mine. I rip my zipper down to free my cock when I set her ass down on the clean kitchen table. My mouth goes dry when she rips her tank top off over her head, her large milky tits a feast for my eyes and mouth.
“Oh fuck, I could cum just looking at you.” I really could. I have to fist my dick with a punishing grip to stop it from spurting off as I take her left nipple in my mouth. Her hands are a vice around my head as she holds me in place and arches her back so that her breast is pressed against my face, suffocating me with her tit. I fucking love it.
I yank her hips to the edge of the table and rock my erection against her already slick pussy as I switch to her right nipple, swallowing her sweet milk that jets in my mouth. Before meeting her, I had never once thought about what a woman’s breast milk might taste like, and god help me, I don’t think I’ll ever get over how phenomenal it feels to suckle at her full breast and fill my belly with her sweetness.
Shayla moans breathily and rocks her hips against me at the edge of the table, spreading her legs wider so I can fit my hips closer to hers. I chase a drop of milk that trickles down the underside of her breast with my tongue and continue to lick and kiss my way down to her stomach and lower to her pussy with her skirt hiked up to her waist.
Suddenly, she pulls back on my hair and asks, “What you said earlier about our babies being siblings? What does that make us?”
It’s easy to see her vulnerability peeking through every line of her features and questioning tone. Mara really hurt her, making her question her place in my life and why I’m with her when it should be the other way around. I’m the lucky one Shayla has chosen to be with, and I despise Mara for doing this to my angel.
I straighten to my full height and cup her face, tilt her head back, and look her directly in the eye. I need to make sure that she sees that I’m one hundred percent serious when I answer. “I thought you knew by now. You’re mine, and I’m yours.” It’s a proclamation—me claiming her body and soul, and vice versa. “We belong to each other. Our babies, us…we’re a family. For good, if you’ll have me.”
She takes me by surprise when she pushes me away, and for half a second, my world goes dark and bleak, thinking that maybe the intensity of my feelings has finally scared her off. But then she yanks on the hem of my Henley to pull it off with lust and devotion swirling in her eyes, and I can breathe again.
“Yes, yes, James! I want that, too.” She pulls me back with her hand on my arm, yanks my head down to kiss her, then shoves me away again. Her eyes are wild, almost manic, and her cheeks flush with her accelerated breathing. “Get the condoms. I need you inside me. Right now. ”
I make a mad dash to my bathroom, where I stashed the condoms we bought earlier, while yanking on the waistband of my jeans so I don’t trip with them halfway down my thighs. I finally give up when I do trip on my way back to the kitchen and have to catch myself on the wall to kick my shoes and jeans off.
When I get back, my angel is fully naked, her skirt and sandals discarded on the floor next to her top. She’s on the table, leaning back on her hands braced behind her, with her heels resting on the edge and knees parted wide. I’m struck dumb by the sight of her. All my blood rushes south to my dick, leaving me feeling lightheaded.
“James?”
My brain comes back online at her sound of concern, and I step up, fumbling with opening the condom, trying to roll it on as fast as possible so I can bury my dick inside her. I can’t wait to finally cum inside her, even if it is with a condom on, preventing me from getting her pregnant.
I barely get it rolled down my tip when she shouts, “Wait!”
Ahhh, fuck me.
Shayla hops off the table and pushes me back. I stumble and fall onto a kitchen chair, and she scrambles to straddle my lap. She pulls my hand away from my dick, taking the condom off with it.
“Angel, what—?”
She replaces my hand with hers and pumps my shaft up and down from root to tip while she gyrates her hips on my lap. “Three strokes. That’s safe, right? And then we’ll put the condom on.”
“Oh fuck, yes, yes. Come here.” I grab her by the hips and lift her, and she uses her hand on my dick to angle it toward her wet opening. I slowly lower her down on it when she has the tip notched inside. She’s drenched with arousal but also tight as fuck since I hadn’t gotten my hands or mouth on her pussy yet to warm her up, prep her for my size.
“Oh god, James. Your dick is too big. I—”
I don’t think there’s a man alive who wouldn’t go crazy with lust hearing their woman talk about how big their dick is, and I’m no better. “You can take it, angel. You’ve done it before. Bounce up and down until you can take every inch of me.”
She moans, then braces her hand on my shoulders and does exactly that, bouncing her ass up and down slowly. She fucks my tip shallowly until her pussy walls relax, working the length of my cock in inch-by-inch until it’s finally buried to the hilt inside her.
“Fuck me, angel. You take me so good. It feels like heaven being inside you.” I can’t keep my hands off of her, digging my fingertips into her ass and her hips, then kneading her tits to encourage more milk to spill for me to lick up. My voice grows hoarse with the amount of moaning she forces out of me with each swivel of her hips.
Shayla sucks in a shuddery breath, wraps her arms around my neck, and moans my name each time she raises her hips and lowers herself back down on my cock, sucking in a sharp breath when I’m bottomed out inside her.
When she raises and lowers herself a fourth time, I remind her, “You said three strokes.” I hate myself in these moments. I know I’m doing the right thing, but sometimes I really want to be bad. To let her forget how many strokes she told me I could have before pulling out.
She pouts but nods. I grip her hips and help her slowly lift off my lap. We pause and both look down at where we’re joined, with just my tip left inside her slick, swollen, pink pussy.
“Oh fuck, look at that, angel. So unbelievably sexy.” My arms tremble with the need to slam her back down on my lap, and I strain to keep my muscles locked instead of doing just that.
“Three more,” she begs and wiggles her hips.
I can’t deny her. I’ll never deny her anything she wants. We count together as she sinks down, and my dick bottoms out inside her tight pussy.
“One.”
“Two.”
“Three.” She doesn’t lift off after three. Her pussy walls pulse around my shaft, and I grit my teeth to hold back my orgasm.
“Angel, that’s three,” I remind her, not that I need to.
She knows. It’s obvious with the way she clenches around me and bites the inside of her cheek. Finally, she breaks eye contact to look for the dreaded condom. It doesn’t take long to find it on the floor where I must have dropped it next to my chair.
“Shit, we need to get another one,” I say, though I can’t think of anything I want to do less than get a new condom.
Instead of pulling her off, I stand, supporting her weight with one hand under her ass, the other tightly wound around her back with my dick sheathed inside her. Fucking. Heaven. She hooks her legs around my waist, and I make another mad dash to my bathroom, though I only make it halfway down the hall before slowing down. Each step causes her to bounce and clench around me, and I selfishly turn each step into a stomp so she’ll bounce harder.
The only reason I finally rush into my bedroom instead of slowing down further is that her moaning gets louder and higher pitched. My brain will simply implode if she wakes one of our babies, forcing us to stop to tend to them.
With Shayla still on my dick, we make it into the bathroom so I can grab a new condom. I crawl across the bed to lay her in the middle of the mattress. She doesn’t relax her legs, keeping her ankles locked together behind my back. I want to prolong this moment for as long as possible, so I drop my weight on her hips and take her lush lips with mine in a near-endless kiss while she pulses around my cock.
I finally break the kiss when she starts rolling her hips up. We both groan when I slide my knees under me and sit back on my heels, sliding my dick slowly out of her, once again groaning at the sight of my tip still lodged inside her, stretching her opening before pulling out completely.
My hands shake as I tear open the new condom wrapper. Shayla sits up and palms my shaft before I can roll it on. I drop my head back and fuck up into her fist.
“Goddamn, angel, you feel so good.”
She tightens her fist and kisses her way up my throat to my ear, where she nips the lobe. “Two more strokes,” she whispers.
I snap my gaze to hers. “We’re playing with fire here.”
Her eyes flare. “I know.”
I shove her down on her back and fill her pussy with a rough stroke all in one move. Her sex pulses around me, and I jerk my hips back and surge into her again as she screams my name.
“Oh god, yes, James. Don’t stop!”
“You’re killing me, angel. I’m trying so hard to be good for you.” I snap my hips back and plunge back into her depths, stealing another stroke. “Don’t want you to regret this. Have to pull out.” I give myself three extra strokes and yank myself out. Before I have the chance to look for the new condom that I have also dropped, rendering it useless, Shayla springs up and pushes me onto my back.
“Just a little more.” She steals my breath when she climbs on top and sinks down fully on my cock. “Tell me when you’re going to cum, and we can stop and put the condom on.” She rolls her hips, and I give up all my resistance, which was already lagging dangerously.
“Fuck, you know I can’t say no to you. Ride my cock, angel.” I grip her hips and help her bounce up and down, entranced by the way it makes her heavy tits sway side to side. Even though I’m on the verge of cumming with each bounce and twist of her hips, I manage to hold it back by sheer willpower alone, needing her to cum before I do.
“Lean back and brace your hands on my knees,” I command her, and she complies with a long moan. I slide one hand between us so I can roll her clit with my thumb and palm her lower belly stretched taut with her back arched this way. There are a few faint pink stretch marks that I hadn’t noticed before. “You really are the woman of my dreams,” I say as I trace a few of the marks. “You were so beautiful when you were pregnant, though I didn’t know it at the time. I wish I could have seen you up close, your belly so full and round. It’s a miracle what your body can do.”
She sucks in a breath, and her pussy walls flutter around my shaft. I brace my heels on the bed so I can thrust up into her as she grinds in her arched position. I slide a hand up to her full breasts and knead one, milking it as I continue to massage her clit, applying more pleasure.
“If we’re not careful, it’s going to swell again with my baby,” I whisper darkly, my heart and dick swelling at the same time.
Her thighs clench, and she moans as she drops her head back, looking like a goddess, as her milk leaks from her tips and trickles down her breasts. “Oh god, James. I’m going to cum!”
“Fuck yes, cum on my cock, angel. Give it to me.”
My angel screams my name when I abandon her breast and grip her hip, slamming her weight down as I pump my hips up sharply. Her back bows deeper, and her pussy tugs on my cock. Her thighs lock up tight around my hips, and her mouth drops open in a silent scream while her pussy fucking gushes with her orgasm.
“Oh fuck, fuck, you feel incredible. I’m going to—” My vision explodes with color as my orgasm slams into me on the heels of hers. I have just enough working brain cells left to roll Shayla underneath me, yank my cock out, and slide it back and forth through her slit as hot cum pulses out of me, painting her mound and lower belly.
I collapse on top of her with my head resting over her wildly beating heart when I’m fully spent, though my dick twitches with aftershocks of pleasure between us. Our breathing is labored, our bodies lax and boneless. I’ve got to be crushing her under my weight, but she makes no complaints. Instead, she wraps one arm around my shoulders while she slides her other into my hair and plays with the strands at the nape of my neck.
When Shayla finally has her breathing under control and can speak, she asks quietly, “Did you pull out in time?” There’s something in the voice that I can’t read, not without looking at her face.
I pinch my eyes closed, hoping and praying she won’t freak out when I tell her, “I think so.” To my relief, she doesn’t push me away or try to get up and clean off.
“You think so,” she repeats, her voice even lower than before.
I lift my head enough to kiss the spot right over her heart. “We’ll be more careful next time.”
She nods, and I drop my head back to her chest, listening as her heartbeat slows until it evens out. It lulls me into a deep sleep full of vivid dreams of a future I want to come true more than anything else in the world.