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“You want to fuck them?” I asked seductively.

“Ahh, fuck,” he said as he kept stroking inside my pussy.

He squeezed them harder and pulled out. He moved higher on me, so his ass was right over my stomach and I pushed my titties together for him. He slid his cock between and he started fucking them. I put my mouth low, so I could lick the head when it came through the top of my breasts. His cock was that long, he knew how to work it and I love that he did.

He started fucking them with earnest and I kept letting the head pop in my mouth. When his thrust started to get frantic, I knew he was about to cum, so I opened my mouth with my tongue out and waited for him to coat me with his juice. Holding on tighter, I smashed my breasts down towards my body, adding more pressure to his cock and he growled, then released over my face, my mouth and my breasts. I licked where I could reach and he groaned loudly.

“Damn, mama. That was fucking hot.”

I licked my lips one more time and said, “Yum.”

He laid back on the couch, looking thoroughly exhausted. I was tired too, but I wanted to make sure he was satisfied. It was my idea for him to titty fuck me, but I didn’t know if he had other plans. He closed his eyes, so I got up to go to the bathroom and wipe my face and body clean. I heard the shower come on, so I turned around and saw he was naked.

“Come on mama, let’s get you clean.”

I stopped wiping my face and took off my heels. He lathered me in the shower, cleaned every part of me and I was content. This time, he allowed me to wash him as well. I think he liked this or he was just tired, because he had his arms outstretched on the shower wall, his head down and legs apart. Letting me clean him, like the king he was. I rather liked it as well.

He looked so at peace.

JOSHUA:

Last night was one of the best nights of my life. My woman was not only having my baby, but she told me she loves me and sang in my ear. That was hot as shit. I needed to get a realtor to start looking at houses in Maryland or Virginia. She wants to move out to the suburbs, so I will make that happen. It was Sunday and she was in bed sleeping still. I read that pregnancy makes you tired. Here I thought I was putting it on her so deep, put her butt to sleep, in the words of Ice Cube. Well, we’d see about that, when she wasn’t pregnant. I’d have to test this theory.

I called my mom and dad, told them about the baby and our plans of moving forward. They were ecstatic and wanted to come visit us soon. I’d set a date for this once I spoke with Samantha about her schedule, which she would need to start rearranging. I did some research for a local Lamaze class and ordered a lot of books on babies and parenting. I think I was more hyped than she was.

A phone rang in the distance, but it wasn’t mine. I ran to get it, because I didn’t want it to wake Samantha. It was her phone that she left in her clutch at the door. I answered the phone, “Hello.”

There was breathing but nothing was said. I looked at the screen again, but it was a blocked number.

“Hello,” I repeated.

Nothing. Maybe they dialed by accident. I hung up and turned her phone on vibrate. It was 11:00 AM, so I called for lunch for her whenever she got up and I went to work out. An hour later, Samantha walked into the gym with my t-shirt on, looking like a truck hit her. I stopped stretching and went to her. “Baby, what’s wrong.”

“Some man wore me out last night, that’s what.” She smiled.

I smiled. “You sure it was the man and not the baby?” I asked.

“I’m certain it was the man, the baby is only as big as a lemon.”

I grabbed her neck and started to pull her to me, which she struggled, “Eww, you’re gross.”

“I know, now we both need to take a shower, so you can clean me up again.” I smiled.

She raised an eyebrow at me and said, “I’m down.”

We entered the shower and after she cleaned me physically with my wash cloth and soap, she got on her knees and cleaned me out again. I think she loved
this
just as much as I did. The site of her kneeling in front of me, worshipping my cock with her mouth, and trying to take it all gutted me every time. I came hard in the back of her throat. She swallowed every drop. That was my good girl.

I broached the subject of her moving in again with caution and ease, and to my surprise, she was on board. This shocked the hell out of me, because before this baby, she would come at me with guns blazing, singing the independent woman mantra. All she said this time was that she would go talk to her landlord, since her lease was up soon.

Well, that was easy enough.

We spent the day together, ate lunch and made love again. Then she broached me with the notion of her going home tonight, so she could have an evening alone and when she did move in, she’d like a room where she could go to and not be disturbed. That seemed fair enough. I knew she was an introvert, so she gained her strength by being alone and not being around other people. Being around other people, especially large groups drained her. I’ve seen it. She gets snippy and bitchy. Not a good look, especially with me. Which is why I consented with her being alone. I don’t like her going back to her place, but for now that is a place of comfort and she has work in the morning, so I agreed for the time being.

She left and I felt a little lost. I didn’t have any local friends to speak of or people that I could trust enough to let close to me. I had my hired help, but their loyalty resides in me having their back and paycheck. There were a few guys in Maryland that were stand up guys, so I’d reach out to them and also Lance. He was another standup guy. I’d have to send business his way. I loved the fact that he didn’t try to monopolize on our relationship to advance his career. To me, that was someone I needed in my corner. Like Samantha. She didn’t even want the job I was offering, didn’t want a relationship or partnership. I had to fucking persuade and twist her arms for both. That’s one of the reasons why I love her. She didn’t care whether I was a billionaire or leader of the free world. She’d dumped me, smacked me, left me, and I have no doubts she would cut me if I stepped out of line.

I wish I would have known there was love like this, I would never have married that conniving bitch Alura, whose grandfather had the nerve to contact me after I pressed charges on her crazy ass. That call and all calls from that family, go straight to my secretary. The divorce was final, so there was nothing else to discuss.

My cell phone rang, but it was a blocked number. Not too many people had this number, so I answered it. “Hello.”

Nothing was said, just breathing. That was strange, the same thing happened on Samantha’s phone. My patience was about to get short and red flags were going up.

“Hello,” I barked.

Nothing but dead air. Fuck, I hung up and called Daniel. He was not only my driver, but bodyguard who specialized in communications. He could trace any call and my number was already on his target list.

“Daniel, can you trace the last number that called me.”

“Is everything alright, sir?”

“I’m not sure, but I don’t have a good feeling.”

“Okay, sir. Will do.”

Daniel called me right back, “Sir, it appears the number was from near Ms. Wilde’s apartment. I’ve sent Larry over there now and I’ll be out front when you get down stairs.”

The phone rang again. “Hello, Samantha.”

A muffled voice answered, “No, it will die.” Then the line went dead.

What the fuck!

Alura
:

I’d give it to him, he sure knows how to pick them. First me, now her. I thought that whole, ‘I’m in love thing’ was a rue to get a divorce. Our marriage was kept a secret except in our town, but whatever, now he gets on national television and says he is going to settle down and that she is pregnant!

Calm down Alura, you are a lady. A lady never gets hysterical.

I kept chanting this to myself. I was in love with a man who not only didn’t love me, but loved another woman and she was pregnant with his child. I had been pregnant with his child and I lost it and so will she. I’m not crazy, I’m not going to kill her, but if I can’t have his child, neither will she. Over my dead body.

She laid there, unconscious, because I hit her with my stun gun. Just enough volts to knock her out. She was thoroughly surprised, which was hilarious. How did she not expect me to retaliate after she took my fucking husband and now my baby? I knew he would come for her. Which was good, because I wanted him to see me when I took his second unborn child away. She would never have kids by him or anyone else after I got finished with her. I’d gut her like a fucking fish right in front of him.

The elevator door chimed, but there were no footsteps. Maybe somebody was going down. Either way, I moved towards the door with my stun gun ready. A key was in the lock and as soon as the door opened, I shot him with my other stun gun. I held on, because Joshua was big and the normal volts it took to knock her out, wouldn’t be enough. He jerked back and forth and it looked kind of funny, seeing him not in control. Once he stopped jerking, I pulled the prongs from him, and slowly dragged him to the living room. He was a big man, so it was literally inch by inch. Yoga was working in my favor or it could have been pure anger and adrenaline. I cuffed him to the dining room chair and table. I knew he would come for her. There would be no rescuing his fair lady today.

Fuck that.

I dumped some water on Joshua to wake him up, because I needed to get this done. When he came to, he saw that I had his dear Samantha propped up against the wall with a knife at her throat. He tried to speak, but was unsuccessful. He coughed a few times and tried again.

“Alura, what the fuck are you doing?” His voice was gruff.

“Righting the wrongs that have been done to me and my unborn child.”

“What?” he asked confused.

“You’re such a fucking idiot. Why the fuck do you think I’d let her carry our baby, when our unborn child didn’t make it? If mine died, so will hers. She won’t carry another fucking baby again.”

“Alura, this is crazy. You don’t mean that. Our child has nothing to do with this.”

“Yes, it fucking does. I was your wife, I carried our child for three months and then it was taken away from us. The chance to be a real family was ripped from us. Now she comes along and wants to take my place and her child will not take the place of our child. Fuck that.” I pressed the knife in her neck. “That won’t happen as long as I’m here.”

“Alura, what happened at the institution?”

“What?” She blinked. “Oh, my daddy told them I was fine and he’d take care of me. I’m not crazy Joshua, you know that. I just needed another perspective and now I have to avenge the death of my child.”

A knock came on the door. I motioned for him to answer it.

“Yeah?”

“Mr. Kelly, is everything alright?”

“Yes, everything is fine. Thank you Craig,” he replied.

I waited for the footsteps to recede then I said, “Now to get this done, before we are interrupted.”

I lifted my knife high up, while Joshua screamed for me to stop. I stabbed that bitch right in the center of her stomach. Then there was a bang and the door flew open. I went to stab her again, but was tackled by two men. Joshua was yelling and I think I saw tears in his eyes or maybe they were my eyes. The men grabbed the knife from me and held me down. I watched the blood seep from her into the carpet and closed my eyes, because I now felt peace. There would be no child and I could rest at night.

JOSHUA:

“Call the fucking ambulance! Uncuff me!”

Daniel searched the woman for the keys to the cuffs, while Trevor called the ambulance. Apparently, there were no keys to the cuffs, so Daniel took a hammer and broke off the legs of the table and stokes in the chair. Alura laid on the floor, pressed down by Trevor’s boot, with her eyes closed, looking like she was preparing to be taken into the sky. I was losing my fucking mind. As soon as I got free, I ran to Samantha and Trevor threw me a towel and said, “Put pressure on the wound. The ambulance will be here in five minutes.”

I sat on the floor and pulled Samantha in my lap putting pressure on the wound. I whispered in her ear, “Baby, hold on, okay. Daddy’s got you. I love you. We’ll get through this.”

I started to choke up for a minute, because I couldn’t hear her breathing and I couldn’t imagine life without her. So help me God, I would kill Alura with my bare hands and send her remains to Antarctica.

Trevor looked at me and snapped, “Focus, man.”

I glared at him, but he was fucking right. I started whispering in her ear again, “I love you. Remember, you love me too. So you can’t leave me, okay. We are going to get that house, you are going to take my name. Mrs. Samantha Kelly. I like that.” I exhaled, “Mama, I like that. You and me, we’re a unit, remember.”

I heard the sirens from the streets. They were getting closer. Her body was so limp and I couldn’t tell if she was breathing or not. My head felt so heavy. I buried my face in her hair to hold back my roar and to inhale her scent so I could remember it. I couldn’t bear to lose her. I wouldn’t make it.

“They are almost here, mama. Just hold on for me.”

The paramedics came in, put Samantha on a stretcher and ushered her out. All I heard was she lost a lot of blood and I had no idea what that meant for the baby. I was scared to ask. I just wanted to make sure she was going to be okay. They let me ride in the back of the ambulance, while Trevor said he would handle the cops and Alura.  I had no choice but to let him handle it, because at this point, if I had to, she would be missing. I think Trevor knew that about me, as he eluded to it before. He was aware of how I dealt with business partners who crossed me. He and I would need to have another conversation. Once all this blew over. If it all blew over.

They took her from me when we reached the hospital. Daniel had to calm me down on more than one occasion. I almost had the throat of one of the attendants, who was joking around with a nurse rather loudly. We were in the fucking emergency room, shit wasn’t funny. Why his dumb ass couldn’t figure that out, just made me more pissed. Nobody would tell me anything, even though I told them I was her fiancé, they said they didn’t have anything to tell just yet. I contacted her parents and let them know. I sent the jet to get them, so they’d be here in a few hours. My parents wanted to be here as well, so I sent the other jet to get them. Roslyn, Elliot and Vicki were also informed and would arrive within the hour, which caused me more anxiety, because I had nothing to share with them. Trevor walked in a little later and motioned me to the side.

“What happened?” I asked.

“How is she doing? Any word?”

“No, nothing yet,” I sighed.

“They are keeping Alura in jail on suicide watch, because she was spouting off some shit about being free now. I told them you would be pressing charges as soon as you left the hospital, that Samantha had been stabbed, and the paramedics corroborated that story. The police should be here any moment to get your statement. They want to know about your relationship with Alura and they’ll ask about your marriage. You might want your publicist or lawyer to handle this?”