Chapter 11
“What that pussy ’bout to do for me?” Boston asked as pushed me down onto the mattress.
The date Boston planned was great. We had dinner and talked the whole time, then we went on a helicopter tour of the strip. It was so beautiful seeing it from above. After we got back to the hotel, we showered and got in bed.
My pussy spasmed when Boston asked the question again.
“Talk to me, baby. Tell me what I want to hear.” He groaned as he smacked my ass.
“I’m about to cum.” I almost fell forward, but Boston’s grip on my waist tightened, so I didn’t.
“I know that shit. You think I don’t know when that pussy about to talk to me?”
Boston was trying to ask me questions; meanwhile, I was trying to figure out what my damn name was.
As soon as I came, Boston pulled out of me and lay on the bed. He stroked his dick while he stared at me.
“Come sit on it,” he commanded, and I followed.
I straddled his lap, then slowly slid down. My pussy was so wet, so there was no problem with him entering me. I grabbed one of my titties and put it in Boston’s mouth. He licked and sucked on my nipple, which caused a ripple effect on my body.
We moaned together as I rode him.
Boston released my nipple, then sucked on the other one until he said, “Let me taste that tongue.”
Our mouths collided, then my tongue entered his mouth while I bounced on his dick. The kiss was nasty and sensual as hell, making my toes curl.
Boston gripped my ass cheeks like basketballs. “Don’t fucking move,” he demanded as he controlled my movements and fucked me from the bottom.
My moans were loud as another orgasm ripped through me.
“Fuck, mama. Wet that dick up.” Boston continued to slide me up and down his dick. Each time I went down, it hit a spot so deep inside of me that I had to close my eyes.
A few minutes later, Boston came. It had been a long ass day, and it was a good thing I didn’t have anything else to do, because I was tired. Unfortunately, but not really, Boston told me he wasn’t finished with me, so I didn’t get that much sleep, but it was worth it all.
The next morning, Boston and I had breakfast in his suite, then he told me to get dressed. He refused to tell me where we were going, so I was in anticipation since I’d put my clothes on.
“How long is this trip supposed to take? It feels like we’ve been driving forever,” I said to Boston.
The scenery was nice, but it was taking forever to get to wherever we were going.
“That’s why I got us some snacks and stuff. Relax.” He tapped my leg, then kept his hand in that spot.
“I’m relaxed. Just curious. It doesn’t look like anything is around here.”
“Because it’s not.” He chuckled.
I hadn’t been on a road trip in a while, but I enjoyed the fact that it was with Boston.
I still wore my wedding band, except when I had my photo shoot.
I knew if I kept it on then, people would have questions that I wasn’t ready to answer.
I enjoyed the bubble that Boston and I were in.
I knew once word got out about us, or what they thought of us, it wouldn’t stop.
Everything would be looked at under a microscope, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready for that.
I pushed those thoughts out of my mind, to relax as Boston suggested.
“How many kids do you want?” I asked.
“At least two. I love having a brother because he was my in-home playmate. I want my child to experience the same thing.”
“Yeah, it did get lonely sometimes growing up as an only child. I had friends early on, but I would have loved a sister.”
My parents said once they had me, they decided not to have any more kids. Not that I was a bad kid; they just didn’t want any more. Growing up, I didn’t understand it, but as an adult, I did. Kids were expensive as hell. Even when a person had money, kids still cost a lot.
“How about you? Do you have a certain number of kids you want?” Boston asked.
“Two to four would be perfect. Maybe the first two, back-to-back, then the second two, the same. That way, everyone has a partner.”
“That makes sense. That’ll give you a chance to rest between the two sets. Would you still model while pregnant?”
“For sure. As long as there is someone wanting to work with me and I’m healthy, I’m working.”
One of the benefits of being a model was its flexibility.
It didn’t matter what happened. As long as I could get out of bed, and there was someone who needed me, I could work.
I might slow down at some point, but I didn’t see that happening until I had a family, or when I got older.
I could be a senior model too. I wanted to make sure I enjoyed life as well.
The shoots I had done paid very well, and I didn’t live above my means, so I had a nice nest egg in multiple accounts.
A lot of the companies I modeled for paid for accommodations, so most of the time, the only thing I had to pay for was food, and if I wanted to explore whatever town I was in.
“Love to hear it. I don’t think I would ever retire, but at some point, I do plan on being less hands on.
When it’s time for kids, I want to be there for them like my dad was.
It’s easy to throw money at them, but I want to be involved in everything.
Whether it’s the kindergarten play or the senior prom, I’m going to be there. ”
I was glad he said that because I’d heard about how a lot of men with money weren’t really involved in their children’s lives. They thought buying them things was enough, and it wasn’t. Of course, it took money to raise kids, but it was so much more than that.
“That’s good to hear.”
“It sure is. I can’t wait until we have our kids.” He looked my way and winked.
“And you just know this?”
“I do.”
We talked a little more, then I eventually fell asleep. Boston had worn me out the night before, and we were in the car for so long that the night had caught up to me.
I wasn’t sure how much time had passed when I felt Boston slightly shaking me.
Wiping my eyes, I sat up and looked out the window. As soon as I spotted where we were, I screamed. I wasn’t even sure why we were here, but it was exciting either way.
“Boston, what are we doing here?” I asked skeptically as I stared at him.
He leaned over the middle of the seat and kissed the side of my mouth.
“I’m showing you that I will make shit happen for you.
You want it, I’ll do it. This isn’t about me throwing my money around or trying to poke my chest on some other shit.
This is me showing you that you deserve the world, Harvest. And I’ll make shit pop every.
” He pecked my lips. “Fucking.” Another peck. “Time.”
“Wait, does this mean I’m doing a photo shoot with America? At the Grand Canyon?”
“That’s exactly what that means.”
Tears streamed down my face right before I tried to launch myself into Boston’s lap.
The car was bigger than a lot of cars, but it wasn’t enough room.
Boston wrapped his arms around me as best as he could and held me as I cried.
It wasn’t just a regular ass cry either.
By the time I was finished, my nose was red.
I had just told Boston my dream shoot, and he made the shit happen the very next day.
It wasn’t even the fact that I was sure he had to pull some strings, and maybe even spend some money.
It was the fact that he actually listened and paid attention.
Some people didn’t realize they were two different things.
Boston not only paid attention, but he also got it done for me.
“How am I supposed to shoot now with my face looking crazy. I can’t believe you did this for me.” I was still in disbelief and really didn’t know what to say. “Like, what is life right now?”
“Life is whatever you want it to be.”
“That simple.”
“Pretty much,” Boston said with so much confidence, I believed him. “Time to go kill this shoot.” Boston popped the trunk, then got out of the car.
I took those few seconds alone to get my head together. Never would I have imagined any of the shit that happened within days. A marriage to my dream shoot.
When Boston got whatever he had to get out of the trunk, he came around and opened the door for me.
“You ready?” Boston asked as he grabbed my hand.
“I am.”
America was one of the nicest photographers I’d had in a while.
I thanked her so many times for adjusting her schedule and for giving me the opportunity to shoot with her.
I was flabbergasted when she told me it was her who had gotten the best opportunity.
She informed me that she’d been wanting to work with me, but she’d been so busy she hadn’t gotten the chance to reach out.
She and I talked about my vision for my pics, and she gave me her input.
Boston even got in on a few pictures, but nobody but us would see those.
Then again, they were so fire, I would post them on my social media once we came out to the world.
I was a thousand percent sure this thing would continue, but I would wait to tell Boston.
“I still can’t believe it.”
Boston and I were in the car headed back to Vegas.
“I’m not fucking around with you, Harvest. Just say the word.”
I bit my lip because I had something on my mind all day from the moment Boston and I had gotten in the car. Then to find out what he had done for me made me want to do it even more.
“Pull your dick out.”
Boston’s head whipped toward me. “What you just say?”
I undid my seat belt and leaned up on my knees. The last picture was of me with my hair up, so I wasn’t worried about it getting in the way.
“I want to show you how thankful I am for what you did.” I reached over and pushed his pants down. He glanced at me as he moved his hips to give me better access. It was dark outside, so I wasn’t worried about anyone seeing us. The windows were tinted pretty dark as well.
My mouth watered when his dick popped out. He was already hard, and just looking at it made me wet.
I gripped it with my hand, then leaned over. I moved my hand to the base, then slowly back up until I glided him into my mouth.
“Shit.” Boston slightly jumped. It was as though my mouth caught him off guard.
“Why is your mouth so fucking wet, Harvest? Is that pussy wet too?”
“Mhm.” I moaned just as I made the head of his dick hit the back of my throat.
He gripped my hair and pushed my head down, making me gag. I reached in between my legs and played with my pussy as I sucked Boston’s dick. It probably wasn’t a good idea to do all this shit in the middle of the desert, but maybe it was. There was less of a chance of getting caught.
I felt the car slow down, but I didn’t slow down on swallowing Boston. The car had come to a complete stop, and I felt Boston push the seat back. I looked up at him but kept sucking.
His eyes were low when he looked down at me.
He bit his bottom lip and gazed at me for a few seconds.
“We would have fucked around and ran into a random tree or some shit if I would have kept driving with you sucking my dick like that.” He dropped his head back as his eyes closed, while a low moan rumbled in the back of his throat.
I gagged a few times before Boston came in my mouth.
“Get out and put your hands on the hood of the car,” Boston said when he removed himself from my mouth.
I wasted no time getting out, pushing my shorts down, and bending over. I watched Boston through the windshield as he stroked his beautiful ass dick back to life. Fire flooded my body as I waited for him to get out. I almost came on myself when I saw him rub precum over the head.
Boston smirked, then opened the car door. With his pants partially down and his dick in his hands, he walked over to me, never taking his eyes off me. When he got behind me, he rubbed his hand over my ass cheek, then slid inside of me.
“Oh,” I moaned.
We’d had sex a few times, but I couldn’t get over how good it felt every time he entered me. I loved sex with Boston. His dick made me feel stuffed like a turkey each time.
We had sex on the hood of the car, in the middle of the desert, and I didn’t worry about a damn thing except the feeling of Boston beating my shit out the frame.
When we were done, we cleaned up as best as we could with wipes I had in my bag, then continued back on the road.
I had my hand on the back of Boston’s neck as he drove, with my phone in my other hand.
As I scrolled, I saw something that gave me pause.
Has Boston Brooks moved on with plus-sized model, Harvest? The two of them were spotted out in the city of sin. Is this real? Or is the newly single Boston Brooks just looking for a rebound? We’ll keep you updated as the tea spills.
There was Boston and I plastered on a popular blog page. We looked happy as we left out of some store on the strip. The picture was cute, but that wasn’t how the world was supposed to find out.
Before I could say anything to Boston, my phone chimed.
My heart dropped to my feet when I saw the name.
Victor.