The Soccer Mom's Bad Boy (6 page)

DANE

I made myself busy so as not to go get her. I had some work I could go over to keep me occupied for a couple hours at least, and some phone calls that I’d been putting off while I was focused on her.

I pulled up the sheet I had on her ex in the middle of the day and went over it again. I wasn’t expecting any problems from that corner, they were divorced already after all, but you never know.

On paper he came across as a selfish egotistical prick, and experience has taught me that that type can be unpredictable. Things were about to move real fast between me and his ex family, and I needed to have all my ducks in a row.

As far as I can tell, he didn’t show much interest in his kid either, and I was more than ready and willing to step into his spot. I was going to regardless, but there is always more than one way to skin a cat.

Since the kid is his and he has rights, that meant I was going to have to live with him being a part of my woman’s life, the thing to do now was figure out how much.

From the report alone I knew that so far he hadn’t been doing right by them, but I’d only been on the scene one night and day. For them it might be too soon for me to move in and take shit over, so I had to decide how much time I was willing to give her to get used to my way of doing things.

I noticed that he made good money, had come from money, but his child was living in what amounted to a cottage, while he lived in the mansion she’d once called home with his new piece.

I wasn’t worried about what that was doing to my woman, I could give her that ten times over and not break a sweat, but it must be hard as fuck on his kid; asshole.

By three o’clock that afternoon I had mapped out a plan of action. I already had Ilene in the bag her ass wasn’t going anywhere. Now I’m going after the kid. By the time I was through, whatever face they had lost over his treatment of them, I was about to give them back.

I only needed a few more days to make sure that my parameters were set and that no assholes were lurking in the dark to take me out; and then I can be free to come and go to their place as I like. After that, it’s operation rebuild.

With my course set, I rested my head against the chair back and let my mind rest. I could see her each time I closed my eyes, the way her hair falls, or her ass moves when she walks, the way she smiles shyly because she’s not sure of her beauty.

It hurt like fuck that she’d been hurt, that someone had made her doubt her worth, but I had no doubt I could help her find her way back. My heart and my dick, which seemed to be working in tandem where she was concerned, both kicked a little.

I was so in love with her already it was sick. Now that I’d had her, and had put my stamp on her and staked my claim, I felt like I could relax my guard a little and enjoy the feeling of being in love for the first time.

My mother would have to be informed soon or there’d be hell to pay. I had no worries about her reaction to the news that she had a new daughter in law and granddaughter. She’d love little Alana and be holding out for more if I knew my mom.

Speaking of which, I wasn’t planning on waiting too long before I plant my kid in her, in fact last night I’d done my best to get started on that shit. The sooner I did that the better for all concerned, since I wasn’t too jazzed about the fact that she had given another man something that she hadn’t yet given me.

I know it’s a fucked up way to think but hey, that’s who the fuck I am. A couple sons should erase that bad taste in my mouth. I grinned at the thought. Fuck yeah; a couple little Nightingales running around the place would be nice.

I never even gave kids a thought before a couple days ago, always thought they weren’t in the cards for me. Now I can’t wait to hold my own son in my arms, our son.

She was a stay at home mom so it’s not like I would be interfering with her career goals and shit, though I’m man enough to admit that it wouldn’t have mattered if I was.

The more I thought of it, the more I liked the idea of seeing her fat with child, my child. My dick sprang to life and throbbed, the greedy fuck; he was ready for baby making duty.

I find that it was already getting hard to leave her, to be apart from her for any length of time. Not knowing what she was up to every second of the fucking day. I’m not sure, but I think that shit’s illegal, to want to be on top of someone twenty-four seven. Fuck if I care.

Part of my grand plan is to knock her the fuck up as often as I look at her, that way I’m sure to keep her to myself. Because I’m sure as fuck that some other asshole will come sniffing around her sooner or later, unless the men in this burg were all dumb fucks.

I’ll have to watch my boys and see their interactions with their women. I’ve never really paid much heed to their relationships before, but this feeling inside of me, to have her under me at all times was either the norm, or I was totally fucked.

Even now when I’d told myself to give her time, to let her get used to the idea of us, all I really wanted was to go gather the two of them up and keep them where I could watch over and protect them. The surest way I knew to bring that shit about was to breed the shit out of Ilene fast.

Since I was pretty much set financially, my woman has no need to work outside the house where other motherfuckers could ogle my shit, better she stay home and bear my seed. Not exactly a modern approach, or the in thing as they say, but it’s been some time since I gave a fuck what others thought so I’m good.

My mind turned on a dime again and just the thought of seeing her with my kid at her tit made my dick hard, and I had to get up and find something to do with myself instead of perving on her in my mind.

***

There are way too many fucking hours of daylight. I don’t recall the last time I’d counted down the hours, but found myself doing it a time or two as I waited for the sun to set and the kid to go to bed.

In the meantime I did some real estate shopping online just in case. It was looking like we were staying in this area, mainly because of Alana and school. If we were gonna do that though, I had to do way better than the ex.

I know that’s how women think, never thought I’d find myself in those shoes, but I could see the necessity in that. Some chick had basically stolen her life so it was only natural for her to want to one-up the bitch. Lucky for her she’d found a man who understood shit like that.

Her old neighborhood where the asshole ex now lived with the new wife was one of the best, but there were better to choose from and that’s where I started my search. Sometime next week I’ll take her around to see what made her eyes light up then I’ll go from there.

I was also going to need to get with her girl at some point since they seemed to be close as fuck and I know how that shit works. There were things Ilene wasn’t ever going to be comfortable sharing, things that had come before. I’m sure her girl knew them all, and if she’s the kind of friend I think she is, she’d be more than happy to share.

By the time nighttime rolled around I was about ready to rub the skin off my dick. I ate a light meal and fought the urge to call her for the one-hundredth time like a fucking teenager. I had to stop calling anyway because each time I did it just made shit worse.

I was out the door and headed for my truck at nine-thirty, hoping that that had been enough time for the kid to be fully asleep. I patted my back pocket for the kerchief I’d found to use as a gag for now. Tomorrow I’ll have to remember to pick something up, but for now it’ll have to do.

There was one light on when I made my approach to her window. My heart actually sped up, as I got closer after parking my ride in an out of the way spot well hidden from prying eyes.

I slid the window up and climbed through into the darkness, my eyes searching the room for her. There was no outline in the bed so she wasn’t there, but I could feel her in the house.

The muffled sound of water running reached me and I toed off my shoes and unsnapped my jeans as I made my way towards the sound. Thank fuck the bathroom was in the master suite.

She was in the shower. I could see her silhouette through the beveled glass surround as I pulled my shirt off over my head and kicked my jeans all the way off, before sliding the door gently open.

My hands went into action immediately, one going over her mouth while the other went to cover her pussy. “It’s me.” I whispered in her ear and felt her body relax a little.

I nibbled her ear because it was there, while teasing her pussy lips with my fingers. She was already juicing for me as I pulled her back into my leaking cock.

“You missed me?” She leaned her head to the side to make room for my lips and teeth that were making their way up and down her neck. I didn’t wait for an answer before turning her around and lifting one of her legs over my shoulder and pulling her sweet cunt onto my tongue.

“Ummm…” Her sweet moans only made my cock leak more and I dug my tongue deeper into her silky heat. I didn’t have to tell her to fuck my tongue, her body just moved on its own as my fingers dug into her ass hard enough to leave a mark.

I had to stroke my cock for some much-needed relief as her taste burst on my tongue. I slipped a couple fingers inside of her and used my tongue to tease her clit bringing her closer to orgasm.

I drank down her juices as they came, until she was spent and wilted back against the wall. Getting to my feet, I turned her around and stretched her arms out on the wall.

She hadn’t said a word as yet but I didn’t need her to. I just wanted in the pussy. “Push your ass back for me babe.” She spread her legs and lifted up onto her toes making room for my cock to slide in.

I watched as my cockhead split her pussy lips and stretched them to fit; prettiest fucking sight in the world. I remembered in the knick of time to cover her mouth as she screamed.

“Bite me.” She bit down on my palm as I sunk my dick all the way home, until my groin met the plump globes of her ass. I closed my eyes in ecstasy as the most intense feelings rushed through me.

“Oh yeah, we’re not gonna wait too long for me to own this completely.” Her fucking pussy had me by the short ones. This was only our second fuck session, but I already knew there was no living without this. I hope like fuck she could keep up with me, because all my good intentions of giving her room and time were fading fast. Fuck that, life is too short.

We moved together as the water washed over us. She was up on her toes with my hand holding her up as I fucked into her nice and deep.

I love that little touch of innocence in the way she took me, like she’d never had this much dick before in her life. “Fuck baby, grab my dick.” Her pussy was tight as fuck when she squeezed down on me and sucked me in deeper. I leaned her forward and spread her hands on the shower wall.

With my hands on her hips I fucked into her hard until the only sound in the room was the slap-slap of our flesh meeting as the water ran down between us.

We were both groaning, me because her warm pussy juice was coating my cock slit inside, and her because I was deliberately hitting her sweet spot with every inward stroke.

I could see her toes curl against the tiled floor of the shower stall and when her fingers started to do the same against the wall, I slipped an arm around her middle to keep her in place.

“Dane?” Fuck did she have to sound like that? my dick was already all the way deep, I couldn’t go any farther, but that voice made me want to fuck harder.

“Yeah baby?” I could barely get the words past my heaving lungs. Her pussy was giving me a run for my money that’s for sure.

“It hurts.” Even that sounded sexy as fuck.

“No it doesn’t, just relax and let me fuck.” I was pretty sure it was more pressure than pain that she was feeling because her pussy had been opening up in places I knew no dick had ever been.

I could actually feel her cunt opening up to accept me into unused territory. There was no blood on my dick when I fucked in and out of her, so I knew there was no tearing and I wasn’t about to ease up my pounding, in fact I hadn’t even started.

I reached around and flicked her clit while my cock seemed to grow even more inside her and her lower body started to shake like I’d cattle prodded her ass.

That shit only made my cock misbehave even farther and I snapped my teeth into that place where her neck met her shoulder and held on as I fucked her through her spasms.

If her pussy was going to be this good all the fucking time, it was going to be a bitch crawling out of her bed every morning, a fucker will never get shit done.

As I was fucking her to orgasm I was plotting shit in my head. I was going to need a solid month to fuck the newness off her pussy and give my boy a fighting chance for the next sixty years.

“Did you know you have the best fucking pussy in the western hemisphere?” I growled those words in her ear and felt her answer in the squeezing around my cock. She keened and I almost lost my shit.

Maybe I should tell her that those fuck me noises she made were part of the reason why she was now pinned to the shower wall on her toes with twelve inches of steel in her belly.

Just when I felt her body gearing up for another big one, I turned her head so I could tongue fuck her face. I took the screams into my lungs as I fucked her hard and deep until my own toes started to curl and I felt that special tingle down my spine and all the way down my legs.