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impressed us by making a dinner of meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and roasted Brussel sprouts. The girls and I were pleasantly surprised by how tasty it was. Jordyn even made a comment that he was in charge of dinner from now on.
“I don’t know that I’m ready for such a big responsibility,” Tate had answered.
Later on, after the girls had gone to bed, I decided to take a shower. Leaving Tate to read on his phone, I went to the bathroom and stepped under the spray. I would have preferred a really hot bath or shower, but doctor’s orders said that wasn’t a good idea when pregnant. Instead, I settled for a very warm shower. Once I got in, I lathered my body and thought back on the talk Tate and I’d had at the restaurant. I felt much closer to him after that, especially after he gave me the ring. The last week had been a little strange and awkward having him around. After today? I couldn’t think of anyone I wanted here more.
After the shower, I dried off and stood in front of the mirror, I looked at my body and saw how my belly bump had grown. My breasts were also getting bigger, like… a lot bigger. The ring hung between my swelling breasts. I leaned closer to the mirror to inspect it. The black stone caught the light and shimmered. Seeing it, I remembered his words from that afternoon. I was a little scared to believe everything he said, but he’d been so earnest. Everything he’d said had been truthful, and knowing he meant every word filled me with happiness. All I wanted was to be fully with him.
My mind drifted back to that night in New York. Tate’s hands on my breasts. I lifted my hands and gently stroked my nipples. I thought of the other night, when his face had been between my legs, sliding his tongue into me. My nipples hardened and ached as I stroked them. I imagined him sucking on them, and heat flashed across my chest and between my legs. I knew exactly what I wanted.
Turning from the mirror, I stepped out of the bathroom, and into the bedroom, wearing nothing but the ring necklace. Tate glanced up from his phone as I walked out. His eyes widened, and I smiled coyly. He looked at me, sliding his eyes from my face down my body before locking on my eyes again.
His voice was deep and husky when he spoke. “You know you’re playing with fire, right?”
More sexually confident than I’d ever been in my life, I replied, “I guess it’s a good thing I like the heat.”
Tate threw his phone aside and made a sound like a snarl as he stood and crossed the floor in two quick strides. He pulled me in close, pressing my naked body to his as our lips locked. I was almost dripping wet between my legs, and as we kissed, I ground my pelvis against his thigh, rubbing my clit across the muscles beneath his pants. I moaned into his mouth as his tongue moved between my lips. I imagined what his cock would feel like in my mouth and nearly came just thinking about it. I was as horny as a teenager, my hands already working at his belt and fly, desperate to get him undressed.
Before I could complete my work, he slid his hands under my ass and picked me up. I gasped at his strength. He lifted me like I was nothing, and his show of strength only heightened my arousal. Tate laid me down on the bed and stripped his shirt off. I gazed at the rippling muscles of his chest and stomach hungrily. He was fucking hot. I’d almost forgotten how good he looked naked. Through half-lidded eyes, I watched him yank his boots and pants off. Then his underwear. His cock was already throbbing and rock hard. I looked at it and bit my lower lip. I usually thought penises looked strange, but right now, nothing looked sexier. I spread my legs and laid my head back, never taking my eyes off him.
Tate knelt on the floor in front of the bed, kissing my legs. Working his lips up from my knees, closer and closer with
each kiss. I was breathing heavily when the warmth of his breath breezed across my pussy. I moaned and looked up at the ceiling. My clit was throbbing, engorged, and pulsing. I’d never experienced anything like this. I was so hot for him, and he was teasing me. I shivered, except I was the opposite of cold; it was like my skin was on fire, and only he could put out the flames.
Instead of stroking me with his tongue, he lifted his head and kissed up my stomach toward my breasts. I whimpered when he didn’t slide his tongue into me.
“I need you to fuck me,” I panted.
Glancing up at me, he murmured, “Oh, I will.”
Without another word, he took my breast into his mouth. I cried out, “Oh shit,” and nearly came from the warm, wet touch of his tongue on my nipple.
While his lips played with me, I reached between his legs and wrapped my fingers around his dick. I stroked it twice, and he pulled his mouth away, grunting in pleasure. The tip of his cock was already wet, cum already starting to seep out. I slipped my finger around the slippery head. Tate’s face was a mask of ecstasy as I touched him. I felt empowered, knowing what I wanted to do. I pushed him back and knelt between his legs. I locked eyes with him and slowly slid his dick into my mouth. He groaned as I took every inch of him.
His cock was thick, warm, and hard as steel between my lips. Nothing had ever felt as erotic as staring into his eyes while I moved my head up and down, fucking him with my mouth. His hips started to thrust unconsciously as I worked him. My wetness was dripping down my leg. I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer, but I was enjoying the power I had over him. The fact that I could bring this big, strong man down into a puddle, the same way he’d done to me, was fucking hot. I didn’t want it to end.
“If you don’t stop, I’m gonna come,” Tate gasped.
For a moment, I almost did it. Almost sped up the movement of my tongue and lips. The mental image of his back arching, fingers digging into the sheets, spurting cum into my mouth, was almost tempting enough, but I wanted to come with him. I pulled my mouth away, sucking the head as I did. He breathed a deep sigh and looked at me with a fiery hunger, which, at any other moment, would have terrified me. Instead, I returned it with the same fire.
Tate rolled over and grabbed my hips, lifting me so that I flopped onto my back on the bed. I laughed as he straddled me. Instead of entering me, he kissed me deeply. I moaned, stroking the muscles of his back. Then, without warning, he slammed the full length of himself into me. I let out a low throaty moan. It was loud, but I couldn’t worry about it.
He chuckled against my mouth. “Quiet now.”
I looked at him and gasped, “Shut up and fuck me.”
“Oh, is that what you want?” he whispered.
“Uh huh.” I nodded.
Without answering, he moved his hips against mine, slipping in and out of me. My moaning and gasping grew more insistent with each thrust. Each time his cock filled me, the wave of pleasure grew higher, closer to cresting. Tate’s breathing grew heavier, and I could tell he was close. Warmth started to build in my pelvis, the first waves of pleasure beginning to pulse from my clit. I wrapped my arms around Tate and thrust my hips against his, increasing the speed. Desperate for a climax. There was nothing else in the world except for Tate and me.
Three more quick thrusts, and Tate’s body went rigid. He grunted, almost screamed as he came. As he buried himself in me, the wave finally crashed over me. I bit into Tate’s shoulder to stifle my scream. Wave after wave slammed into me. The world spun, and electricity seemed to sizzle across my skin. My body jerked spasmodically, causing his dick to slide into me again and
again, the pleasure almost too much to take. It was truly almost too much—I’d never come so hard in my life. I was on the verge of blacking out when he finally pulled free of me and collapsed beside me.
I lay there, my body jerking every few seconds. My breath vibrated out of me in uneven gasps and sighs. Tate lay beside me, taking huge, shuddering breaths. After a few seconds, his arm snaked around me and pulled me close. He kissed my shoulder, then my collar bone, then my nipple, which sent me into a fresh set of shivers, and finally kissed my lips. I was only awake for another two or three seconds before I slipped into the deepest sleep I’d ever experienced.
TWENTY-THREE
TATE
I’d been living with Harley and her girls for two weeks. The transition had been fairly simple and easy, and it helped that I enjoyed being around them. It was nice to have people at home when I got off work. It was nice not to enter an empty bed each evening. It was nice hearing the talking and laughter that was always going on. It reminded me of how quiet and lonely my house had been before.
There hadn’t been any more signs of Luis. No further kidnapping attempts, no sign of the black car. My guys still followed the girls to school each day. Their reports had been bland and vanilla. Nothing exciting, other than the fact they got to watch two freshmen boys get into a fist fight in the parking lot one afternoon. Carl and Terry had both laughed until they’d almost cried when they’d described it. Apparently, the boys had basically been having a slap fight, and neither had done a very good job proving his manhood. I’d laughed along with them, but I was still on edge. There was no way Ortiz had just up and left. It did not seem like his style. For now, though, things were quiet and calm.
At least it would be if not for what was going on tonight. Mariah was bringing home a boy for dinner. The fact that I
wasn’t her real father was not lost on me. The fact that my dragon, and by association, my own mind, didn’t give a damn also had to be taken into account. For all intents and purposes, I felt like a father figure. I wanted to protect and take care of all the girls. Mariah included.