We met Jeff at the same diner as last time as per his request. I wasn't happy about this, considering how things ended last time, but the situation had taken a drastic turn and these were desperate times. We had barely sat down when Jeff was out the gate, already on the offensive. "What will it take to get you to leave my son alone?" he asked, suddenly father of the fucking year. "Don't pull that shit. Don't pretend you care who I have in my life when you're not even in it," I said, unable to not be triggered by Jeff, even after promising myself that I'd keep it together for her. I already had Stacy saying I made her feel like we were a mistake going round and round in my head. Her saying those words was my worst fear come to life. Or at least what I thought was my worst fear, until I was once again faced with losing her. Did I spend six months making her feel unwanted? Unhappy? Miserable? The rest of the night wasn't exactly perfect either. I was primed for a meltdown."I care w
All of a sudden, the perceived danger I was in by being with Stacy took a back seat to his career and I became an afterthought. I tried to shrug it off. After all, I didn't come here for Jeff's protection. Certainly not from Stacy. "Just one thing. No matter what happens, protect Scott at all costs. That's what I want," she said, blowing my mind. All this time, I had assumed that this whole thing was just about Jenny. It didn't occur to me that now that the dead man's switch was gone we'd be back to square one and she'd be thinking of me. Worrying about me. "Is that why you came here? For me? Do you even think this is going to work?" I couldn't stop myself from asking. "Of course I'll protect my son. That goes without saying," said Jeff, and I felt triggered again. Where the fuck was his protective nature when he was fucking Melissa mere feet away from me with the door open? How many times did it take before my mom finally believed me about what a piece of shit he was? This man w
It was the night before the wedding and I was sitting on the couch watching TV alone, trying not to lose my shit. Everything hurt. It didn't help that Stacy had spent most of the last three days either with Tessa and Tony or making preparations for Jeff to receive the intel he needed to audit Don Angelo's favorite company. All while I was being babysat, courtesy of Stacy and Jeff. A squad car was parked out front. When I did go out, they followed. She said she was working on something with Tessa and Tony to strengthen her bluff, like that was enough to excuse her absence when she might be walking out of my life tomorrow. It already felt like she was gone. "Hey," she said into my ear, startling me. "I'm home. Want to hang out?" I was so in my own head, I didn't even hear her come through the door. I wanted to lash out, to bring up all the reasons why I didn't fucking want to be near her. After ghosting me for three days, she suddenly thought I was worth her time? It took everything
I had a few minutes to get it together before Stacy walked out of the bedroom in an olive green dress. It was my favorite thing on her. She wore it on our first unofficial date after we got together. I can't believe I'm now separating our dates into official and unofficial. Everything about us being whatever the fuck we were for the last six months was now triggering to me."You look beautiful. You're always beautiful," I said, holding my hand out to her."Thanks," she said, beaming at me as she took my hand in hers.I told her this was only happening if we could ditch the feds by going out through the fire escape and catching a cab, as I didn't feel like being stalked all night. After some reluctance, she agreed.She refused to give up the small show of intimacy of holding my hand, reclaiming it right after we got into the cab and then again when we got to the hotel selected for us
"No, Stacy I'm not—""Can I offer you guys anything else?" the waitress said, showing up out of nowhere like a fucking ghost, her body bent over the table, her arms squeezing her breasts together.Stacy mouthed see and I struggled not to go into stitches. Then she grabbed my hand again and squeezed hard, smiling sweetly up at the waitress while staring daggers at her.Instead of walking away from the crazy chick sitting across from me, as I no doubt would have done if it were anyone else, I indulged her."You have huge jugs," I said to Stacy, looking her directly in the eyes.She squeezed my hand again, indicating that I wasn't done."Your tits look amazing when you're braless," I said, feeling my ears reddening.Subtle, Scott.At least Stacy was pleased, beaming from ea
When the restaurant kicked us out because they were closing, I took her upstairs, to the room Marlene had booked for us. "Damn, Kenny's a lucky guy. Marlene knows how to treat," she said, kicking off her shoes as we entered the suite. "I might have told them you were bummed about missing out on Vermont," I said, taking her into my arms from behind. "I was," she said, leaning back into my embrace.We fooled around as we explored the place. When we found the jacuzzi, I wasted no time getting her out of her dress and pulling my own clothes and shoes off. I grabbed the bottle of complimentary Scotch and threw her over my shoulder. She giggled all the way back outside until I set her down. Once we got into the water, I couldn't keep my hands to myself. I pulled her into my lap and kissed her like the gentleman I wasn't. Three dates, my ass. Even if I had gone about this the right way, I would have been inside her after the very first date. The idea that I never would be again, that ev
"I love your body," I told her, my eyes trailing up and down her back and ass as she crawled onto a bed filled with rose petals. She turned around, sat down, leaned back on her hands and spread her legs for me, her bedroom eyes inviting me in between them. Fuck that never got old. I made my way onto the bed, sliding my hands up her legs as I drew closer. "I love your delicious thighs," I said, lowering my head to kiss and suck on her inner thighs, knowing she loved being touched there. Sure enough, she reacted readily, her fingers once again getting tangled in my hair. "You know your way around my body too well," she said, breathless. "I love your perfect round ass," I said, lifting her ass off the bed to kiss her cheeks one at a time. She let out a little yelp, surprised at the sudden movement. I set her down and pulled her towards me by her thighs, our eyes locking, the moment charged with potential. "What else do you love?" she asked, baiting me into saying something. "You
I pulled back, realized the crying hadn't stopped and panicked. "What's wrong? Don't you want me anymore?" I asked, the scotch making me say stupid shit I wouldn't be brave enough to say otherwise. "Stupid. Idiot," she said with a sniffle. "Of course I want you. I love you, you big dummy. I will never not want you, Scott Brady.""Then you will be my princess tonight," I said, pulling back to start thrusting into her. "I'll give you a lifetime of I love yous."And I did. I rocked gently in and out of her, keeping my body pressed up against hers the whole time. Kissing her over and over. Only stopping to tell her how desperately I loved her again and again until my throat was hoarse from saying it. She cried the whole time, every so often assuring me that she was happy, wanted more and that she loved me too. Begging me not to stop touching her. Moving inside her. It was quiet and gentle, much like the way I fell in love with her. Nothing like the way we fucked once we realized what w
I lost all self control and drove into her hard and fast, unable to help myself. "You should have let me treat you like my princess. Now I am going to fuck you like the whore you're being," I said, pounding her ass for all I was worth. "Do it, please fuck me like a whore," she begged even as pain and pleasure mixed on her face. I was beyond turned on and finally gave in to what she wanted, grabbing ahold of her swinging breasts and letting go completely as I drilled into her ass."Let me hear your voice baby," I begged, delirious with pleasure, no longer paying attention to her comfort the way I was in the beginning. "Don't stop. Make me come again. I'm so close," she said through whimpers. I pulled together what little restraint I had left, grabbed the bullet on her clit and turned it up to the highest setting. "I love you baby, so much. Come for me," I said to her, just as my own orgasm knocked the wind out of my
I knew my hang up wasn't rational. She should get to do whatever she wanted to herself and yet I couldn't stop the envy. Even of her pleasuring herself. "Are you touching my pussy without permission, whore?" I asked, my jealousy getting the better of me as I thrust into her with force. Her whole body jerked forward and she yelped, immediately making me regret it and slow back down. I couldn't stop myself from pumping into her if I tried though. For fuck's sake, this wasn't my first time in someone's ass. I should have her drooling all over the sheets by now. What the fuck was wrong with me? "You're inside me too often for me to get the chance," she said, licking her lips, her lustful eyes flickering open to meet mine in the mirror. Knowing what was coming, I slipped my fingers out of her pussy and grabbed her ass, spreading her cheeks wide as I squeezed them painfully hard. My eyes flickered between the visual of my dick going in and out of he
It had been two months of us being in Europe. We were in France for about six weeks before the fixer moved us to Rome. I was bummed about giving up my job at the art gallery. It kept me sane that first month, but I didn't need it nearly as much anymore. I was so caught up in being between my girlfriend's legs that letting it go didn't matter the way it would have in the beginning. When the fixer offered us replacement jobs Stacy declined, saying she wanted some time together, just the two of us, to explore Rome. Being the pussy whipped idiot that I was, I just went with it, because that's what I did these days. Think with my dick. What she really meant was she wanted time to fuck. Since the exhibition, we went at it constantly. I knew it for the red flag that it was, but it had been weeks of not touching her and I was only a man. One desperately in love with her at that. When she walked into the room in next to nothing or one of my shirts or my personal favorite, nothing at all, m
And that's how we ended up here, with my dick up her ass. I spent weeks preparing her for this night, finger fucking her ass, starting her off with just my pinky. My little whore wasn't satisfied with this of course, so we had to get creative and explore positions that would let me fuck her pussy while I fingered her ass. I tried to do everything right to make this special for her. I took her to dinner and made sure she stuck to just one glass of wine so she could relax, but not be too wasted to follow through. I got her her favorite flowers. Booked a hotel suite fitted with wall to wall mirrors so I could watch her the whole time to make sure I wasn't hurting her. I made sure plenty of lube was involved and spoke to her constantly as I fed her ass my dick. Not even the excitement of finally being all the way inside her tight ass incident free was enough to make me less nervous. Not her though. She was all bubbly and excited, completely at ease on all fours before me. "How are you d
With a loving kiss and a doting smile, he pulled away. To test my theory, I picked up my phone, opened my notes app and started typing. The information flowed out of me freely, my mind still lingering on that last kiss. That final thrust. That first touch. In the two minutes that he was gone, I had recreated the very first entry I ever made into a Luciano ledger.When he got back to me, now fully dressed, he said, "Hurry up and spread them, just like you did forty-ish minutes ago.""So it's forty minutes now?" I said with a laugh, setting the phone down and spreading my legs to let him do his thing with the wash cloth."Hey, I checked my watch. The numbers don't lie, Stace," he said, gently going to work.As I watched him, I considered what I was about to do to him. To us. Then I thought about his complicated history with sex. At first, I thought he was full of shit about not enjoyi
"Say my name again and I'm going to fuck you senseless. Is that what you want, baby?" he whispered to me, his whole body pressed up against mine as he fucked me."Scott," I muttered seconds later, unable to help it despite pleasure shooting through my every nerve.True to his word, he sped up, grunting madly as he pounded my pussy. I didn't last much longer before I was coming for him, screaming his name into the night."I love you," he said, more to himself than me, a reminder that he cared about me and my pleasure."You're just a big softie in the end, aren't you, Scott Brady?" I said, unable to help myself as he stilled completely inside me, laying gentle kisses on my lips."Don't fuck with my head, Kendrick. You're so fucking tight tonight baby," he said, swallowing as he took deep breaths, hesitance and passion mixing in his eyes.&
My eyes fell shut as I purred, "No, I got all dolled up so you'd take me out" but when he reached for my panties I offered zero resistance and let him take them off. "I studied and everything," I complained.He chuckled and said, "Did you now? That would all be super sweet if you didn't put your pretty little self in my bed, lying in wait to get fucked like a whore, Kendrick."When he laid his mouth on my pussy, I was done protesting. A sigh of relief left my body as I fisted the sheets and he slipped a finger into me."We're going to be late," I told him, not resisting, but stating a fact."Then we'll be late. Shit you're tight," he said with a satisfactory groan as he pumped his finger in and out of me, licking and sucking on my folds and clit. "You're such a good little whore, keeping your fingers out of my pussy.""I was waiting for you to go there," I
… you fail, you'll still be my heir, but I will make you kill Scott.… you fail, you'll still be my heir, but I will make you kill Scott.My whole world became those words. Round and round they went in my head on a loop. I tried twisting the stupid anxiety ring, but I couldn't unsee Scott's blood on my hands.*Come on Stacy, calm the fuck down," I yelled, slapping myself in the face.I looked around to find something to distract myself. Nothing caught my eye.… you'll still be my heir…Stumbling my way out of my study, I made it into the bedroom. There were no photos of us in our new home. We had left them all behind in New York and Scott didn't take new ones anymore. Just in case it somehow tied back to our past, he said. Another thing I took from him.… make you kill Scott
The moment he left the coffee shop, I made arrangements to have the rest of my shift covered and went shopping for a new dress. Then I got my hair, nails and make up done. My excitement was palpable. I was on cloud nine, having finally gotten over the whole cappuccino mess.Being me, I even did some research ahead of time into the exhibition and the artist, so I would have some things to say to him. I wanted to be animated and conversational when he presented me with what he'd been surrounding himself with for the last few weeks. He deserved a lively back and forth instead of carrying the conversation like he had been for weeks now.Had I been leaning too hard on him? We were supposed to be in this together and I just sort of checked out. Well tonight would be different.Scott: Headed home now. See you soon?Stacy: Can't wait.Scott: Calm down, baby. Keep your legs together unt