BATES
“Honey, I’m ho-ome.”
We’ve been living together for nearly two weeks — which Lana will tell me isn’t sufficient time to draw any conclusions from — but I’m pretty sure greeting her that way won’t ever get old.
Her computer and notepads are sprawled across the table, but she’s not with them.
“You here, babe? The fire pit’s lit, and Hawk’s getting the grill fired up for dinner,” I call as I’m shedding my dirty coveralls at the door.
After freeing Martha’s truck from thawed sludge, there’s far too much mud on me to drag through the trailer.
Even without clothes, I’m still a filthy fucking mess.
“Just about to get in the shower,” she calls back in a strange, rushed sort of tone that’s followed by some scuffling and the water turning on.
“Perfect,” I reply, letting myself into the bathroom.
Lana gasps as if caught doing something naughty. Her puffy, bloodshot eyes appraise my naked body. “Holy fucking shit. Did you leave any mud outside?”
The more she looks me over, the more apparent it becomes that she likes what she sees.
I can’t keep my own eyes from appreciating her, either, with her gorgeous tits with their pretty peaked nipples.
Not to mention the way her thighs twist together as she nibbles at her lower lip while she gives me the steamiest look a recently crying woman has ever given me.
Her delicate hand reaches for me automatically and then stops before meeting the mud-caked wall of my chest.
“You look like a sexy fucking swamp monster,” she whispers, before her eyebrows get all confused-looking. “Shit, Bates. Do you have to be so…”
She rumbles at me all surly and such, and then stomps her little foot and hisses at me. “You’re making me want to fuck a dirty swamp monster.”
I grunt in firm approval. “Good. He wants to fuck you too — but first he wants to know who he needs to maim. Who made you cry, baby?”
Lana presses her lips together, and her eyes fill with fresh tears.
“Lana…”
“Nobody.” She tests the temperature of the water, gets into the shower, and turns her back to me. “We’re not pregnant.”
My eyes do a quick scan of the bathroom, and I follow her into the shower despite the cramped space. I turn her around, lift her, and guide her legs around me so we can hug each other with maximum efficiency — the way we both like.
“It’s okay, baby. We’ve got plenty of time.
If you got your period today, we probably missed your ovulation window anyway.
We still had fun trying though, right? Don’t cry.
I’m definitely going to get you all kinds of knocked up at some stage.
As many times as you want. So many times you’ll look back and laugh about being worried this time. You’ll see.”
“Ba-ates. Put me down. I’m going to make you… a bloody mess.”
“Babe, I’m already fucking filthy. I think I can handle it. And we’re in a shower. And you gave my name two syllables. That’s your not-so-secret code for wanting pleasure. I’ll just wash up a bit, and then I’ll give you what you want.”
Lana squeals as I juggle her higher so I can scrub my junk clean.
“You cannot be serious.”
“Why would I kid about pleasing you, beautiful? It’s my favorite thing to do.
Did you think I was only fucking you to make babies?
I’m in love with you, Lana. Every day of the month, including this one.
You’re my fucking home, and I always want to be inside you.
Babies or no babies, I’ll be here. Now, do you want your big, filthy, keen as fuck swamp monster to please you with his big monster cock, or not? ”
She shivers as she moans, and her hips tilt in a grind. “Ba-ates.”
“Mm. That’s a fucking yes if ever I’ve heard one. Here, hold the soap for the cleanup in cubicle Kelly. It’s going to look a fucking mud-bath in here by the time I’m done with you.”
I push the fat head of my cock into her snug heat before easing out and then forging my way inside her an inch at a time while she’s panting from the stretch of it. “So you like fucking monsters, huh?”
“Just one.” She runs her fingers over my neck and hair before she drags them across her chest to leave her breasts streaked with claw-like stripes of mud.
“Did you just mark yourself as his?” I rumble as my cock strains with delight. I grab her ass and thrust into her harder.
“Mmhm. He likes it,” she whispers, a delicious smile on her lips.
“Yeah, he fucking does.”
I fuck into her faster, and her mud-streaked tits jiggle like crazy. “He really fucking does.”
Lana braces herself against the cubicle, but her grip keeps slipping.
“Shit,” she utters, breathlessly. “How do I…?” She angles herself this way and that as she grinds against me, seeking out more friction with difficulty in the confined space.
When her eyes flick to mine, all sadness is gone.
Dark with desire, they’re now twinkling at me in a way that encourages me to give her everything she wants immediately.
“There’s not enough fucking room in here.
” I slam off the water and back up so we’re out of the cubicle, but the bathroom is still too cramped for us to make love to her the way I want.
“Bear with me, babe. I’ll clean up after, I promise.
” I walk muddy and dripping with her through the trailer to the bedroom. “Thank God for tinted windows.”
“Oh, shit. The fire pit is right next door,” she hiss-whispers. “Are any windows open? What if someone hears us? What if Dad hears us?”
“He’ll leave and pretend he didn’t. Maybe avoid us for a time. You can always muffle your screams in the pillows if you come too loud, baby.” I lift her off my dick and set her onto all fours on the bed before I push back inside her.
She loves being full of fucking cock. My cock. It makes her whimper and rock against me as I’m stretching her from entrance to womb, making myself at home inside her wet heat. So fucking wet. Always. For me.
I fuck into her with even more enthusiasm, sliding in and out of her while the filthiest sounds fill the air. Her pretty cunt takes every slippery, slapping thrust, and each time I draw back, I feel the suction sounds with my fucking guts as her ultra-snug depths do their best to hold on to me.
I grit my teeth against the building pressure inside me. My spine is tingling from anticipation of the kickback I’ll get when I pump her full of cum. It’s going to shoot out of me like a fucking cannon and make her a whole new kind of messy.
Water and mud fall from my face to splatter her back as I lean over her, and I curl my big hands around her gorgeous tits.
She fills my palms to perfection, spilling over just a touch.
I grip her soft flesh firmly and tug at her nipples as I drive into her cunt.
She gushes more fluid at my cock, and we both moan as the noises intensify.
I drag my hands down her little body and rub at her clit until she’s rearing into me, taking all I can give her.
“Bates,” she whimpers as her little cunt draws even tighter.
It’s heaven to be so fucking wanted by someone so special.
“I’m here for you, baby. I’ve got you.”
I massage her clit and angle my cock to pummel the front wall of her pussy, and the rewards are immense.
Her head bows down, and she moans into the pillows as her cute little toes begin to curl. The position brings her ass higher, and I barely brush my thumb across her puckered little asshole before she tumbles over the edge.
She slams her cunt down on my cock, and it grips me hard from all sides, choking the fucking cum out of me.
She wails into the pillows as she shudders and contracts around my dick, tugging my seed into her depths with a vengeance.
And I try not to lose my fucking mind. My brain is firing all its happy chemicals at once, and pleasure explodes like fireworks bursting around my body.
I empty myself into her until I’m dazed and lightheaded — and still her pussy won’t stop squeezing at me.
I drape myself over her as I catch my breath, and I let her cunt suckle at my cock until she’s had her fill. Then I topple us slowly sideways, making sure to keep myself seated deep inside her so I can hold her trembling body until she grows calm again.
“I love you so fucking much, Lana.”
Her pussy clenches at my sensitive cock, and she murmurs soft, unintelligible words; but I know what she’s saying.
She loves me too.
We belong together. We’re forever family.
Home at last.