BATES
Lana grips my hair and yanks my head up so I’m staring at her face instead of her gorgeous bouncing tits. “You make me so fucking wet, but I want to be dripping. Cum. Yours. Now.”
Um… What?
Did she just say that, or did I only imagine the exact words I wanted to hear coming out of her mouth?
My hands snap forward, and I clasp her face. “Baby, I don’t think I heard you right. What the fuck did you just say to me?”
She bucks her hips at me again. “I said: I’m fucking ready for your massive cock, and I want your cum inside me. Get your fucking jeans off.”
She pushes out of my grasp and stands in front of me shedding her clothes at lightning speed.
So hard I can barely think straight, I remain frozen to my chair. “But—”
Lana shakes her head and throws her jeans and soaked panties on my floor.
“You cannot say that cunt-stretching monster cock shit to me and then expect me to wait. I need your cock now, and you had best fucking deliver, or I will scream. Is that what you want? Hawk to come running so he can watch his little girl begging to take your cock forever and have your babies? I want them, Bates. Now, next year… I don’t care when I get results, but I know what I want, and I don’t care if it makes me sound crazy. I’m fucking in love with you.”
I swear under my breath, unbuckle my belt, and shove my jeans down to my ankles before I grab her off the floor and pull her into the seat with me so she’s straddling my lap.
I meet her eyes, then check her pussy to make sure she’s really fucking ready for me.
She is. As promised.
She soaks my fingers as I push against the walls of her strong, snug pussy.
“This cute little cunt of yours is about to get stretched hard, Lana. I am so fucking in love with you too, and I am pissed that I didn’t get to say it first.”
She’s about to say something, but I steal her breath when I pull her downward as I’m thrusting my cock upward to open and fill her in one deep drive. We cling to each other, panting as we adjust.
“So fucking big,” she utters with a whimper.
“So fucking tight,” I whimper back, keeping myself rooted firmly at her limits.
“So fucking good,” we both whisper in unison as if we’d scripted it.
Our eyes meet, swiftly followed by our lips. Her breasts press against me, and she tilts her ass slightly to alter the grip her cunt has on my cock. I moan and run my hands over her hair and her soft skin until my palms are cupping her round buttocks and my fingers are teasing her asshole.
“I want to move,” she rumbles. Her soft curves become more and more restless beneath my touch.
“So move. It’s going to get your sweet little cunt so full of cum you’ll soak every pair of panties you own before you’re done dripping.”
Lana’s thighs tighten around mine as she rides me, but interestingly, she keeps herself at an angle that gives me the best access to her asshole.
She rubs that puckered little rim against my fingertips just as much as I’m rubbing them against her, and she’s so fucking wet that it’d be easy to slide a finger in there.
“Mm. What’s my girl thinking I’ll do with her sweet little asshole? You gush on my cock whenever I’m playing with it, but I’m too big to fit in there, baby.”
She whimpers softly, as if disappointed.
“Doesn’t stop me from wanting to push my cum inside your hot little ass to mark it as mine, though.”
“Do it,” she commands, her eyes alight with excitement. Her movements speed up, but I keep her controlled, loving the feel of her wet, velvet heat as she sheathes my cock to perfection.
“Mm. You going to come hard when I let you have it, baby? My balls are aching to fill you in any fucking hole you want me to. You want it to say Bates was here, right up inside, beautiful?” I press my slippery fingertip to the center of her ring and dip inside her hole just a smidge.
Lana’s cunt cinches tight and tugs at me as she whimpers.
“I’m going to take that as a yes,” I say with a grin as I give her a little more freedom to move. She uses it to nudge her ass at my waiting hand, and I could fill her with cum in an instant, but I hold it.
“You’re a perfectly filthy little thing, and you’re all mine,” I whisper with disbelief as I breathe in the scent of her. “Tell me how good it feels, baby.”
“So fucking good,” she pants at me as her cunt grows even tighter.
“Damn straight. My cock’s inside you — bare — and it’s all yours to fuck as wild as you want with that beautiful pussy.”
Biting her lip, she starts to tremble, and I push at her asshole. I tug at her nipple too, watching her enjoy herself while I try not to fucking explode in her perfectly juicy cunt — because fuck, she makes me want to do everything all at once.
“That’s it, baby. You’re so fucking wonderful. Look at you.”
She does her best to shake off her dazed expression, and I don’t miss the sparkle in her eyes as she catches sight of her bouncing breasts being tweaked and rouged by my firm hand.
“Are you going to think about this when you’re working around the mine today, Lana? Your tits swinging. My cock stretching your cunt. My finger in your ass.” I pump it a little faster. “My cum inside you,” I whisper, loving the visible thrill that runs through her.
“That’s going to be our little secret,” I rumble at her. “Part of me staying with you, wherever you go. All the time. That’s what I want. You ready for that, baby?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I want to do this with you again tonight, so you’d better come now before your precious little cunt gets too fuck-swollen to fit me.”
I thrust deep and grind her clit into me as I finger her ass, and she explodes like a fucking rocket. Her reaction to being fucked in both holes is so powerful, she almost launches right off me. She fucking loves it; the gorgeous little unicorn.
I’m fucking keeping her.
And I’m definitely putting a baby in her.
Confetti cannon-level excitement surges through my chest.
She fucking wants to have my kids.
We could be making one now.
Abs aching from the effort of holding back my load, I pin her to me and let rip, grunting and growling my release as her powerful pussy squeezes my cock with all its might.
Her muffled little squeaks and whimpers turn into full-body moans, and she throws herself against me, feeling everything I’ve got for her.
Every spurt I jet into her depths is fucking heaven.
I shouldn’t be inside my friend’s daughter — and definitely not without protection.
I know I shouldn’t.
But I don’t give a fuck.
I’m clean, and the repercussions of getting her pregnant might be massive, but we belong together. I’m the right man for her, and I’m not ever going to let her down like everyone else has. I’ll stand by this decision until I’m dead and buried.
I don’t care how fast things are happening between us. I’ve been through my fair share of relationships and enough false starts to know that this one’s for real.
She’s the one I’ve been waiting for all this time.
Golden hair flying, round breasts heaving, swollen lips panting, cunt so sweet and slick and tight I never want anyone else going near its divine gushing entrance but me…
“I knew you were fucking meant for me from the first. I want you to be mine, Lana.”
“Good.”
“How do I look?” Lana asks, doing a slow spin at the door before she plans to leave my trailer.
“Fucking gorgeous and full of cum.”
She covers her snort and throws the nearest thing at me — a notebook she must have brought in with her. I catch it before it hits me and clutch it to my chest as if offended by such aggression.
“Ba-ates.”
“Mmm,” I rumble at her. “Do it again.”
Her eyebrows lift sweetly. “Do what?”
“Change my name into a two-syllable word,” I say, knowing how devilish my smirk will look. “I dare you.”
She wets her lips and glances at the door. “I’m tempted, but I’m not sure we can afford the time for whatever’s making your eyes sparkle.”
I grunt in agreement. “Do it later, then.” I step closer to tidy her hair just a little better, so she doesn’t look like she’s been so beautifully fucked. “What’s in this?” I ask, handing over her swanky notebook. “It’s different from your other one. Looks special.”
“It is.” She looks down to where it’s now clasped in her hands. “It’s for life math.”
“Life math?” I straighten her shirt collar and smooth out a crease in her sleeve. “Tell me more.”
“It’s… sort of my life plan. Like… goals and timing estimations for certain milestones — spoiler alert, I’m usually behind on all of them.
Until I met you, anyway. I was… When I came over, I wanted to tell you that I loved you — if the timing was right — but I thought you might need convincing about any motivations I might have had because I know it probably seems very immature and na?ve to fall in love with the first guy you sleep with, and the probability of love having stemmed from a one-night stand, I mean…
the math on that freaked me out, so I know how crazy I was going to sound, but you align with every fucking thing on the graph in there, Bates. ”
I take the notebook back and flip it open. “Everything?”
I flip through the pages of calculations and codes, then come to something that seems to resemble a master plan with diagrams, lists, and a graph with pre-plotted points in black that are labeled with milestones like “first step” and “learn to drive” and “lose virginity” and “own first house” — that one’s coming up soon according to its proximity to the fresh pink mark labeled “virginity lost.” Much, much further along than the house-owning thing, there are other points labeled “Closest estimate for marriage in an ideal scenario,” “Earliest estimate for first child” — which seems very closely followed by: “Last chance to have a baby, with or without a man” and “Menopause.”
I look up from the book and search her face.
Her expression gets all pinched and uncomfortable-looking. “You’re drawing conclusions,” she says quietly.
“I am,” I agree.
She winces a little. “Do I want to know what they are?”
“I don’t know. How do you feel about me knowing that I have approximately…
” I check the notebook again. “Twenty-three years to knock you up as many times as possible? Because I’m going to want to, and my kid-math on that gets pretty scary if some of those pregnancies turn out to be twins and shit, babe. ”
Lana’s eyes get a glassy sheen as her bright gaze shines up at me. She keeps her smile in check and clears her throat before responding.
“Well, you’ll note my initial estimate for making a baby is a lot further ahead than today.
I hadn’t expected to find you until a lot later, but I’m ecstatic to move the date forward.
The actual rate at which you can impregnate me is yet to be determined, but once we can factor it in, along with a few things like budgets and recovery time between each birth, we can easily redo the calculation to find out what size bus we’ll need to cart them all around in. ”
I pick her up to kiss her smart little mouth, and I’m still laughing when I put her back down again. “I don’t care if you think you can’t tell a joke, beautiful. You’re funny as hell.”
“Well, you’re not,” she says, pressing her fingers to her cheeks.
“Did you just scuff me with your beard again? I’m going to have to stay in here another six minutes to let the redness fade.
Dickhead. Get me some more ice, or Dad will get suspicious and come over to demand that you leave his daughter alone. ”
“Yeah. I’m going to have to tell him, Lana. Sooner rather than later if I prove to be quick off the mark on that impregnation rate you mentioned — otherwise he’ll be getting a big surprise this Christmas.”
“What if he fires you?”
I shrug. “I’ll get another job pretty easily, but I don’t think he will. He needs me. I’m sort of the best there is.”
“I know. I mean, I didn’t know you and Kelly were the same guy, but I’ve heard ‘Kelly this and Kelly that’ so many times over the years I half-believed you were some mythical beast from local mining legend.
Kelly could fix the winch on a crane a mile high and with one hand scratching his sack.
Kelly saved the season with his bush-fix on a shaker deck that almost shook its plant halfway to Dawson.
Kelly’s dick is in the Guinness Book of Records for girth, and it tastes like ice cream. ”
Laughing even harder, I pinch her lips together.
“You keep being so fucking cute, and I’m going to do a lot more than kiss you, Lana Baker-Hawkins. Best you hush up and get yourself away from me before I show you what my cock really tastes like.”
She bats my hand away, looks me dead in the eye, and says, “I already know what your cock tastes like, Bates Kelly. It tastes like my sweet fucking pussy, and if it ever doesn’t, you’ll be headed for fucking trouble. I’ll see you later.”
Her smirk makes my dick even harder.
This girl is too fucking delicious.
I want to fuck her again already. She does things to me that make me feel half my age.
I close the door after her, leaning against it so I don’t rush out to drag her back when I should be counting to one hundred — Mississippi-ly — before I follow her. I can’t give away our secret before I’ve figure out how to break it to her dad when I’m meant to be his fucking friend.
Hey, Hawk. I’m in love with your daughter, and not only am I fucking her innocent little cunt with my girthy dick, I’ve also got designs on making you a grand-daddy.
Yeah, that’s going to go down like a cup of cold sick.
I’m going to have to think some more about how to shave the sharp edges off the news.
My sweet girl came here hoping to feel her father’s love, and that’s been looking like an uphill battle even before I’ve put a baby in her belly.
He and I have got some shit to discuss, and it ain’t going to be pretty.