Chapter 26 #3
“You’re a dirty woman,” he happily and proudly announces.
“You’re a dirty man,” I spit back in a playful tone.
I can feel him shrug. “I guess that’s why we work so well together. I could feel the back of your throat on my tip, but I couldn’t see your face. Were you gagging? Were your eyes watering?” He asks as though he’s hoping for those things.
“Your dick was in my mouth. Why can’t that be enough? You need me choking with tears streaming down my face? Don’t be so selfish,” I joke. In reality, he’s the least selfish lover I’ve ever had.
He releases that belly-shaking laugh of his.
I can’t help but bow my head down and suck his crown back into my mouth, running my tongue through his tip. But this time, I do it in a way that he can see my face.
“W…what are you doing?” he stutters as his cock twitches with sensitivity.
I let him fall out of my mouth with an audible plop onto his stomach. “That coin also landed on heads. That means it’s time for some real tail action.”
And that’s all it takes for him to harden again. What is it with women’s asses that makes men lose their minds?
“Do you need me to get lube or will a healthy dose of saliva do?” he asks.
“Saliva is fine,” I answer. “Just make sure it’s a lot and get me ready. You’re a whole lot of man to take back there.”
“Yes, ma’am. Let’s get you another orgasm first.”
He moves me so I’m seated on top of him, facing away from him. I sit up on my knees while he positions his cock at my entrance before gloriously sinking down onto him. We both let out moans. I can feel every long inch of him. He feels so perfect inside my body.
We’re both still, acclimating to the sensation, when he sits up so that I can feel his broad chest cover my back with his comforting body heat. His fingertips trace the skin of my neck, and his lips run along my ear. “Why do you like to be choked so much?” he asks. “Why only rough sex?”
“I’m not sure. It’s just something I enjoy. I guess I get off on the danger of it.”
“Hmm. Can I tell you why I think you enjoy it?”
“Sure, Dr. Humblecock.”
He tightens his hold on my neck a bit while keeping his lips close to my ear.
“I think you’re always in control of every little thing in your life, but sex is the one time you let yourself give up a little of that control.
The roughness allows you to do so without opening yourself up to any real emotions or intimacy because you don’t trust anyone. ”
I consider his words for a moment. He might be right.
He whispers into my ear, “You can trust me, Kennedy. Not just in bed. Everywhere. I’ll never hurt you.” He places his other hand on my stomach, and chills run up and down my body. “No matter what happens, I’ll always be here for you both.”
Tears well in my eyes as I think I experience every emotion possible. I can feel my heart beating wildly in my chest. I can equally feel his calm and steady heartbeat on my back. He’s truly the yin to my yang, and I think it’s just what I need. He’s what I need. What we need, the baby and me.
I’ve been wronged so many times, and I know I’ve wronged others, but I did something right to bring this man into my life. To have him as the father of my child.
I relax my body into his, subtly letting him know that I’m giving up some control to him. I’m trusting him. He kisses under my ear and again whispers, “I’ve got you.”
Eventually I begin my movements on top of him.
While some of the rough aspects I like are still present, there’s something a little different about the way we move together tonight.
It’s not about pain. It’s not an animalistic battle.
It’s something more. Two people totally in sync with each other, relishing in every movement and every touch.
It's a new and unfamiliar sensation for me. All of my concerns are momentarily put on hold while I completely lose myself in all things Daylen Humblecut.
He makes good on his promise to take care of me, giving me two more orgasms in the front and then another in the back as I ride him reverse cowgirl and sing my pleasure into the starlit evening sky.
He manipulates my body perfectly, with his big, rough hands worshiping my breasts, clit, and throat. It’s a true mix of rough and soft. My way and his way somehow blended into a perfect balance.
By the time we’re done, we’re both completely spent. I don’t even remember falling asleep, but I know we do so under the stars on his special balcony while we’re tangled together, neither of us willing to let go of the other.
I wake in the morning to both my and Daylen’s phones ringing at the same time. Peeling my eyes open, I realize we’re in Daylen’s bed. I have no idea how I got here.
I’m under the sheets, but Daylen is out cold, spread out naked on top of the bed. He’s on his back with his hand wrapped protectively around his massive erection.
I grab my phone and answer without checking to see who it is. I bring it to my ear and croak out, “Hello.”
“Ms. Jeffries, hold the phone out so I can see you.”
Oh, it’s a FaceTime call. Because I’m not fully awake, I do as instructed. Judge Darth Vader’s ugly mug appears on the screen. Oh shit. I forgot that we have our monthly video call today.
Daylen moans, rolls to his side, and throws his arm over me. His hand grabs for my breast over the sheet, and he squeezes it in his sleep.
The judge snarls, “That better be your husband’s hand on you. If it’s not, we’re going to have a big problem. Let me see right now, young lady.”
Daylen’s eyes pop wide open. I’m sure mine match his.
Because I feel like I have no other choice, I tilt the phone so the camera can pick up Daylen, but only from his chest up. The judge would definitely meet his maker if he saw all of Daylen and his astonishing manhood.
Daylen grins widely and, in a cheery voice, practically sings, “Morning, Judge. Just catching me in bed with the wife. We must have slept in. Can we possibly chat another time?” he asks nonchalantly as if we’re both not naked and his hand isn’t still on my breast.
The judge gives a smile that’s something between evil and self-satisfied...and then coughs up a lung. Daylen and I both jerk at the intrusive noise and share a look of disgust at how bad the judge sounds.
Because it’s not enough for Judge Necrosis to see us this way, Daylen’s bedroom door swings open, and Vance walks in. He stops short when he sees me and yells, “Holy fuck.”
“Who’s that?” the judge barks.
“Just my friend, Judge,” Daylen answers. “Again, can we reschedule?”
The judge narrows his eyes. “Fine. In light of the good news of seeing you being…together like this, I’ll allow for one reschedule, but you must take these meetings seriously. Have Mr. Montgomery contact my office. Good day,” he wheezes before hanging up the phone.
Vance’s eyes toggle between me and Daylen. “I’m literally in shock. Don’t you two hate each other?”
Daylen releases my breast and rolls onto his back again in all his naked glory. I motion my head toward his dick. “Don’t you care that Vance can see you?”
He shrugs. “Vance has seen me naked thousands of times. We’ve shared a locker room for ten years. He has a big dick too. We have a club for guys like us. There are very few members. It’s exclusive. We’re thinking of taking in large-breasted women too. Are you interested in joining?”
“I’ll pass, but thanks for the offer.” My eyes move to his still erect penis. “Does he normally see you hard?”
“Sometimes. We share hotel rooms on the road. I wake up hard every morning.”
“Every morning?”
He nods. “Yes. Morning wood is a sign of health for men. If you don’t have it, it’s like a check engine light telling you something is wrong.” He looks at Vance. “Right?”
Vance also nods. “True.”
Daylen continues, “Beau told us to go to the doctor if we ever wake up without it. And then he gave us a long lecture about testosterone levels and diets. Morning boners are super important. That’s all I remember from the speech.”
Vance sighs. “As interesting as this morning wood conversation is, what in the actual fuck? Again, don’t you two hate each other?”
“Don’t you and Sulley have family bad blood?” I challenge back, knowing they’re fucking like rabbits right now.
He twists his lips. “Hmm, fair point. I’ll let you two get dressed. I’ll be downstairs trying to avoid your slobbering beast.”
I scowl at him. “Be nice to that dog or you’ll be on my shitlist, McCaffrey.”
Vance stares at Daylen with disbelief written all over his face, and Daylen smiles. “She loves BJ, and BJ loves her.”
He scratches his head and exits the room, closing the door behind him.
Daylen looks at me. “He’s going to have questions. What should I tell him?”
I sigh in resignation. “Tell him whatever you want. I know he’s your best friend, and I’m sure we can trust him to keep our secret. I was thinking about talking to Sulley about everything anyway. It’s so hard keeping all of this from my best friend.”
He nods. “Thanks. It will be such a relief to tell him. I’ve never kept anything from him before.”
I turn in his bizarrely soft bed. “How did I get here? Didn’t we fall asleep on the balcony?”
He nods. “Yes. It started drizzling in the middle of the night. You slept through it, so I carried you inside and tucked you into bed.”
I snuggle in. “Why is your bed so comfortable? I don’t remember it being like this the last time. I don’t want to move. I could stay here all day.”
He twists his lips. “The bedding is new. I know you like high-thread-count sheets. I remember them from your bed. I just bought this set. Do you like it?”
“I do, but that was…presumptuous.” I smile. “What made you think I was a sure thing last night?”
He purses his lips. “Hmm, just a guess. I knew you were horny and wouldn’t be able to resist my Humblecock.”
I roll my eyes at his arrogance as I sit up. “My dress is on the floor downstairs. Can you get it for me? I’ll have to walk of shame out of here.”
He scrunches his nose. “Don’t be mad…but I got you a few things.”
“What things?”
“That sexy red robe you were wearing at your apartment? I got you one just like it to keep here. I also got some of your toiletries, like girlie shampoo and stuff. They’re in the bathroom.
And the second closet has a few items as well.
They’re not fancy, just some Camels sweatshirts and sweatpants in your size so you don’t have to walk of shame out of here. ”
I stare at him in shock. “You’re bizarrely thoughtful, albeit slightly creepy.”
“Are you mad? I was afraid you would be.”
I shake my head as I rub my fingers through his scruff and peck his lips. “No, I’m not mad. Thank you for thinking of me.”
You’re the first person who ever has.