Chapter Seven

Karmen Jones

Wesley keeps his word. I’m not sure when I

fell asleep, but I do know my legs were jelly. When I wake up, I’m

lying in his bed with his arm banded around my middle and his hand

possessively cupping my pussy. His erection is resting against my

ass, and I can feel the thin fabric of his boxers that separates

us.

I’ve been awake for fifteen minutes, but I

am letting him sleep. He has been through a lot, and I know waking

up is the hardest part. For a moment, everything is normal and then

reality hits and your heart breaks all over again. If I can save

him from that feeling for just a little while, I will. I’m also a

chicken shit and I’m terrified he’ll regret what happened here this

morning.

“Are you okay?” he asks against my neck. “I

can hear the wheels in your head turning.”

“I’m fine,” I say softly.

He turns me until I am flat on my back and

he can see my face. “Did I hurt you?” he asks, concern lacing his

tone.

“Not at all,” I say with a smile as I cup

his face.

Wesley kisses me deeply while he slips in

between my thighs, his hard chest pressing me down into the bed. I

feel him push down his underwear before the head of his cock rubs

against my sex. He rubs the hard length along my pussy, and I want

to beg him to just get inside me already.

“Do you still want this?” he asks.

“More than anything.”

“I’m not going to let you go if we do this,

Karmen. No leaving for the city, no changing your mind.”

This is all I’ve ever wanted. He is all I’ve

ever wanted. Pressing my lips against his, I distract him enough to

flip him over before I impale myself on his hard length.

Fuck!” he curses, gripping my hips

tightly.

That hurts like a motherfucker, but I don’t

make a sound. I focus on breathing and relaxing my body.

“Why would you do that?” he asks angrily.

“Are you okay?”

“You were taking too long,” I say through

clenched teeth.

“Karmen,” he admonishes. “I wanted to make

sure you were ready, take it slow.”

“I don’t want slow and soft. My entire life

has been about waiting and playing things safe. I want you and I

don’t want you to hold back.”

A moment passes before Wesley chuckles,

shaking his head. “Well, then, take what you want.” He laces his

hands behind his head and smirks.

“Fucker,” I mumble, staring at him.

I have no idea what the fuck I am doing, and

I honestly thought he would just take over. For a moment I sit

still before it hits me. I’ve watched porn before, and I’ll just do

what I’ve seen. Raising my hands, I cup my breasts while slowly

rotating my hips. I pinch my nipples softly and it sends little

ripples of pleasure to my pussy. Lifting my hips an inch I impale

myself on his length again. With every move I watch him

closely.

“If you clench your jaw any harder, you’re

going to break a tooth,” I say softly.

“If you keep doing that, I’m going to blow

my load before we even get started,” he counters.

“This?” I ask, lifting almost all the way

off him before impaling myself again.

“Jesus,” he groans, the muscles in his neck

straining. “Shit. Stop.”

His hands grip my hips harshly holding me in

place. I love the feel of his hands on me and hope his grip leaves

bruises that I can admire later.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“I’m not wearing a condom,” Wesley says with

a frown.

“Do you want to put one on?” I don’t want

him to stop but I ask the question anyway.

“Fuck, no. But we need to be safe.”

“I’m on the pill,” I say. “Isn’t that safe

enough?”

He looks conflicted before he flips us over

and thrusts into me. “It’ll have to be,” he groans. “I don’t want

anything between us.”

His hips pump, his length touching places

inside me that have me thrashing beneath him.

“I’m never letting you go, Karmen,” he says

kissing me harshly. “This is it for you. I’m it for you.”

His hand slips between us, a single finger

circling my clit, sending additional spears of pleasure through me

while he continues to thrust into me. My orgasm barrels down on me,

stealing my breath as every muscle in my body convulses

violently.

“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Strangle my cock.

Milk every drop of cum out of me.”

My pussy contacts with his dirty words and

my vision dances with colorful spots. Wesley throws his head back

and groans loudly as his cock kicks deep inside me and he comes

just as hard as I do.

****

Wesley Blake

I turn us until I am once more on the bottom

with my cock still deep inside Karmen’s heat while she fights to

regain her breath. Her cheek is pressed against my chest where my

heart is hammering.

“I love you,” I say softly, running my

fingers through her hair. “I have for years.”

The brilliant smile she gifts me has my

heart tripping over its own rhythm. “I love you too.”

I want to say more but my phone rings and

reality crashes back.

“How are you holding up, Adam?” I ask when I

answer.

“Shit,” he says. “But it’s to be

expected.”

“I know, buddy.”

“You need to meet us at the funeral home to

discuss the arrangements.”

“I didn’t know the funeral home was open on

Sundays.”

“You know what Shane can be like.” He

chuckles. “We have a three o’clock appointment.”

I check my watch. “That’s in thirty

minutes.”

“Yup, I’ll see you there.”

I stare at my phone, and I want to throttle

both of them. I’m having a damn moment here and they are ruining

it. Karmen slips from the bed before walking to my bedroom

door.

“If you want to have shower sex you need to

hurry. We don’t want to be late. Shane will have an aneurism.”

Her naked ass sways as she walks across the

hallway into the bathroom and a moment later the water turns on and

the shower door closes. I don’t have to be told twice and quickly

follow her. Standing beneath the spray I can’t help but admire the

woman in front of me. Curves in all the right places and beautiful

tan skin.

Wrapping my hand around my cock, I stroke

the length while she washes her hair, her breasts swaying gently

with every movement she makes. When she finishes rinsing her hair,

she watches me as I work my cock.

“What are you doing?” she asks as a flush

spreads across her chest.

“Fulfilling a fantasy,” I reply. “I used to

stand here and fuck my fist while imagining you joining me in the

shower.”

She laughs happily and I smile. The moment

is pure and simple, and I couldn’t ask for more.

“Does it live up to your fantasy?” she

asks.

“It’s better,” I reply honestly. “And I

don’t have to fuck my fist because now I can fuck you.”

Turning around she pushes her ass out and

places her hands against the light blue tiles. “What are you

waiting for?”

“Goddamn, woman.” In an instant I have my

cock lined up with her entrance. “This is going to be hard and

fast. Tell me to stop if it hurts. I know you must be

sensitive.”

“Do it,” she implores, wriggling her

ass.

I thrust into her harshly and she moans like

a fucking porn star, her insanely tight pussy gripping me like a

fucking vice. My hands hold onto her hips as her nails scramble for

purchase that isn’t there. I stroke into her in long fluid motions

until I feel her orgasm start to crest before I pull out.

“No!” she complains, glaring at me over her

shoulder but I ignore her.

Closing the water, I lead her out of the

shower to the counter where a large mirror hangs. I bend her over

and place her hands on the reflective surface before pushing back

into her heat. I stare at her in the mirror, watching her tits

shake with every thrust.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” I mumble, lifting her

left knee to place it on the counter. I change the angle of my

thrust and fuck her harder. “I’ll never get enough of this, of

you.”

“You’re an idiot,” she mumbles, and I

laugh.

“You’re right. But what are you referring to

this time?”

“We could have been doing this for years,”

she moans as her cunt contracts around my length.

“I’ll make up for it,” I say with a grin.

“Pretty sure if I fuck you three times a day, every day, for the

rest of your life, I can get you to forgive me.”

“We’ll see.”

Her eyes roll back in her head and her legs

shake as her orgasm washes over and drag me right along with it. My

cum leaves me in powerful jets and I lock my knees to keep us both

standing. I know I should start wearing a condom, even if she is on

the pill because no birth control is foolproof, but I don’t want

to.

Thinking of her swollen with my kid does

things to my insides. I’ve never even considered having kids and

now all I can think of is knocking her up over and over. I want to

suck on her milk-filled tits and rub my cum into the skin of her

big belly. It’s my newest fantasy and I swear I will make it come

true. Maybe not today but eventually.