“Gorgeous, that’s not how this is going to work. I’m going to get my fill of you before I slide into you. You going to be a good girl and let me?”
Fuck me, why did that one question turn me on more than anything I’ve ever heard? Unable to utter any words, I nod at him while looking into his deep blue eyes.
“Glad to hear it. Now let me undress my present so I can see the amazing fucking body I know you’ve got hidden under all these clothes.” His lips crash back into mine and within seconds, he’s got me down to my bra and panties. Thank the lord I didn’t wear any granny panties tonight. That would have put a damper on this whole thing.
“Fuck me, darlin’, you’re even better like this.” He lets my hands go free and I want to get him naked as fast as possible. Before I can move my hands to take his shirt off, he lifts me up in his arms. My legs wrap around him without even thinking about it. He moves a few steps into the room and I can tell he must reach the bed. With an agility that I could only have in my dreams, he lays us both down on the bed. He pushes back up and takes off his shirt, revealing a tattooed, broad chest and that happy trail I’ve read about but never seen in person. I suddenly have the urge to lick it.What the fuck is he doing to me?We haven’t even done more than kiss and he’s got me more turned on than I think I’ve ever been. Not that there’s been a lot to compare to. I’m brought back out of my head by a ripping sound. He’s just torn my panties off. He’s looking at my pussy like it’s his next five-star meal. The man moves with a speed that makes me think he’s possibly as turned on as I am. He bends down and takes a lick all the way up my slit, stopping at my clit. His moan against my clit along with his tongue has me edging close to a climax. Just as I’m getting used to his rhythm, he adds a finger to the mix and sends me over the edge, my whole body shaking as the orgasm washes over me.
“You are fucking beautiful when you come. I can’t wait any longer to feel you squeeze my cock like you just did my finger.” I watch him undo his jeans and take them off while grabbing a condom from the pocket. He puts it on quickly and enters me in one swift move. In unison, we both exclaim, “Fuck!” He fills me so completely. I don’t think any of my exes have ever felt like this. Neither one of them.
“Fuck me, you’re tight, hugging my cock like a vise.”
For the next few minutes, there is nothing but groans, moans, and the sounds that can only describe two people fucking. He moves my legs so that my feet are almost resting on my shoulders, making me more flexible than I’ve ever been. This isn’t making love or anything with roses and romantic gestures. This is two people so lost in the physical sensation that words aren’t found. Another orgasm builds and I just manage to get the words out. “So close.”
He must be close cause he doubles down and pistons in and out of me, sending me into the biggest orgasm of my life, including those given to me by my BOB. I don’t know if I actually say any words or just scream through the wave of the orgasm that hits me and has me shaking all over.
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Him
“Fuuucckkk!” Holy shit, I’ve never come so hard in my life. I see stars as I come. She’s something else. I pull out and take care of the condom in the trash can next to the bed. As I try to catch my breath, I look over at the gorgeous stranger in my bed. She turns her head toward me and gives me a stunning smile, causing me to lose the words I was going to say.
“Sexy, I hope you recover quickly, cause we need to do that again before I take off.” She’s a pistol, this one.
“Beautiful, give me a minute and we’re doing this at least a couple more times, cause that was fucking amazing.” She nods in agreement. This is definitely the best Friday I’ve had in a while.
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Kierstie
So it wasn’t my finest moment. After the fourth round of mind-blowing sex, we both must have passed out. I woke up around four a.m. Realizing what I’d done and the fact that I had no idea what his name was had me freaking the fuck out. I ordered a ride on the app, snuck into the bathroom with my clothes, minus the panties he’d ripped earlier in the evening. I got myself dressed and, as quietly as someone like me can, I went outside and got in my ride as soon as it showed up.
I got home and tossed and turned the last couple of hours. That was the craziest thing I’ve ever done, and I can’t even tell anyone. Mads wouldn’t understand. She’d just yell at me about putting myself in a potentially dangerous situation. She’s the one I share almost everything with, but this is gonna be just mine. It’ll be the main replay in my finger vault for years to come.
CHAPTER 1
Almost two months later.
Kierstie
I packed up the last box just in time to run to the bathroom for one last visit to pray to the porcelain god of my apartment. The ten sticks confirming my situation no longer adorn the counter in the bathroom, but the answer they gave me is making itself known this morning.
Yep, I’m pregnant and I don’t know the name of the father. It’s not like I sleep around and have so many to choose from. I’ve slept with four guys in my entire life. It’s an average number for someone like me… someone who’s so completely average it’s not even funny. I’m not talking badly about myself, only factually. I’m the very middle child of my family, with three older and three younger siblings. I’m five-six and carry an extra ten to twenty pounds, depending on the month. I’m a solid B-cup and wear size eight shoes. See? Average. The only two things not average about me are my temper and my hair. My temper, like my hair, is hard to contain and you never know when it might explode. I blame the Weston genes for that. Oh, that’s right. I’m also the only one of my siblings related by blood to Ma and Pa. Technically, I’m only genetically related to Pa. See, they adopted me from when I was a small baby. My birth dad is Pa’s brother. My birth mom was a young girl who wasn’t ready to be a mom. The only smart thing she ever did was decide to give me to Ma and Pa. I don’t have any memories of her but the pictures I’ve seen of her, she was a beauty, reminding me kind of Emma Watson. She died of an overdose before I was five.
I’ve met my biological father a few times. He’s always decided drugs and being in and out of prison are more important than growing up and getting to know me.
But back to my current situation. When Pa had his hip surgery and subsequent stroke, I had decided enough was enough and I was gonna move back home and take the job that Jon’s always bugged me to take at the shop. I hated getting the call about Pa and having to drive three hours to see him at the hospital. I want to be closer to my family. They may drive me nuts, but they also feed my soul in a way nobody else can. I found a place just down the street from Mads and not far from everyone else. Luckily, it’s a two-bedroom, since it would seem I’m going to be needing that in a few months. Have I told anyone I’m pregnant? That’d be a big fuck no. How can I when one of the first questions will be who’s the dad and I can’t even give them a fucking name? I could be crass and tell them that I don’t know, and that this baby is a result of the hottest, most erotic night of my life. Yeah, somehow I don’t think even with my attitude that would fly.
I think Ry might suspect something is going on. He’s come to help me take a few loads over to my new place and has seen me run to the bathroom a few times. I probably could confide in him, ’cause lord knows he’s got his own secrets he’s keeping. I think the last one was named Brian. I’m not judging. I just want my brother happy, but he’s got to decide to share that part of himself.
See how distracted I can get? Back to the matter at hand. If I knew his name, I would definitely tell him. I’m not one of those women who would lord this over some guy, but it would be fair for him to choose if he wanted to be a part of his kid’s life. As it stands, I can’t exactly do a Google search for the hot guy I met in a bar, now can I? I know I can’t hide it much longer. I’ll be starting to show soon. I know my family will be supportive. I’m just not sure how to deal with the baby daddy question. All I keep thinking of is Pa’s advice…You should always tell the truth, but you needn’t always be telling it. I know some people won’t need to know and it’s none of their business, but Ma, Pa, my brothers, and Mads are gonna demand to know.
Fuck this. I’m gonna pull a Scarlett O’Hara and think about it tomorrow so I can get moved in. I’m going to the family barbecue tomorrow and will be ready to start work on Monday. Then I’ll tackle this one who’s causing me to lose my stomach every day.
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Him
Thankfully, Pres doesn’t always hold church on the weekends that we have a family barbecue. It gives me the entire weekend to go hunting. I know, some people might say spending almost every weekend for over two years searching for someone is futile and I should give up. Logically, I know that, but how can I give up on him like that? He’s my little brother. Sure, he’s in his twenties and an adult, but when I came back after getting out of the Army and found out that he was out on the streets, I felt like I failed him. Like maybe if I hadn’t re-upped the second time, he wouldn’t have fallen in with the wrong people and wouldn’t have ended up addicted to drugs. I know Pres is getting tired of me leaving just about every weekend we don’t have church. I know he wants us all at the family days and I get it, but how can I leave my brother out there and not try to find him and get him help? Uncle Grant reminds me that maybe he doesn’t want to be found and isn’t ready to accept help. He’s probably right and, at some point, I might decide to stop looking, but today’s not the day.
