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He’s wasting no time bringing me to the brink.  I push back into his face, reveling in the ecstasy that’s starting low and exploding fast, even before I get a chance to expect the buildup.  The waves crash over me, sending me deeper and deeper until I worry I’m not taking in enough oxygen and will black out. 

After the last spasm, Jacoby is standing behind me before I can comprehend what’s happening.  My body is humming in pleasure. 
He opens the top left drawer, and I realize my guy has come prepared by stocking that specific drawer with a box of condoms. 

Sheathing his cock that’s sure to work magic, he slams into my hypersensitive body.

“Holy shit!” I scream.  This is what I was talking about before.  Multiple orgasms.  I’m always good for at least two with Jacoby, but tonight might prove to be a record. 

“Christ, Kylee,” Jacoby growls, fisting my hair and pulling it back so tightly that my torso is no longer resting on the desk, but creating the perfect arch in my back.

Surging in and out of me, our bodies work in perfect synchrony; a push for a pull, a moan for a growl, my softness matched with his impeccable hardness.

Every time he thrusts himself forward, the grip on my hip bones tightens
with the most perfect amount of pressure.  I realize that I’m not going to be able to keep up with his rhythm.  Letting my body go lax, I fall under his spell and allow him to use my body however he sees fit. 

When Jacoby understands what I’ve done, the animalistic grumble that comes from his throat is more than enough to push me over the cliff yet again.

My walls clenching around his cock, his pace becomes softer yet quicker, throwing me into yet another earth shattering explosion and Jacoby quickly finds his release as well.  I’m more than positive that my last orgasm must have been at least three combined.  When Jacoby pulls out of me to dispose of the used condom, my body can’t stand up on its own.

I slink down to the floor, still naked on my bottom half, and roll over onto my back.

“That was … WOW.”  I’m still trying to catch my breath when Jacoby bends down to pick me up. 

I want to fight against him, but hell if he hasn’t just fucked me into a coma.  I shouldn’t joke about being in a coma, but that’s kind of what just happened.  My body lies limp in his arms until I’m safely nestled under the blankets.

I’m worrying about asking him to stay, but I let it go once I feel the other side of the bed dip with his weight.  Rolling me onto my side, since I can’t move on my own, he pulls me into him and pushes my hair up and away from my neck. 

“Good night.”

“Mmm, night.”  Those are the last words I remember before I drift off into the best night of sleep I’m sure to have. 

CHAPTER FIVE

Kylee

The sun pouring through the blinds wakes me from the greatest dream I’ve ever had.  I was sitting in my new office, typing like a mad woman
and working on the greatest plot twist when Jacoby comes into the room, gets under the desk and gives me the best head known to woman.

Maybe my body is still riding the waves of last night.  Maybe it’s the oversensitive bundl
e of nerves that got their workout.  Maybe it’s because I’m waking up tangled in the sheets with a man who could make Adonis sweat during a hot body contest. 

Smiling, I look over at the most attractive man I’ve ever known, still peacefully sleeping in my bed.  Jacoby’s dark, almost black hair
is messy and matted down on one side because he slept while holding me all night.  His dark lashes are fluttering with what I hope is a dream about me or us and his lips are parted, slightly snoring.

Jacoby’s torso is a work of art.  Most people will never see what I get to experience each and every time we go to bed together.  During the day, Jacoby is most likely wearing some type of suit, covering up the finely chiseled six
pack, rock hard pecks and the muscular V that makes all the smart girls go stupid.  Not only that, they will never see the elaborate tattoos disguising the muscles, complete with a half sleeve on each arm, a full chest piece starting under the collar bone and a full back.

Each tattoo is different
, or was done at separate times, but all work together in the most beautiful, disturbing collage of images.  My favorite one has to be his back; a skull in the middle of a wreath of roses and ash.  Everything is black and white, except the flowers which are the most vibrant shade of red I’ve ever witnessed in a tattoo. The roses start beautiful and strong and then fade into the ash. 

Waking up this morning has shown me one thing; I’m head over heels for Jacoby.  No matter how much I try to hide it or pretend it doesn’t exist, it’s there and it’s not going away. 

I should be a good woman and get out of bed, make some coffee and probably some breakfast
,
too.  Thinking of the contents of my fridge, I’m not sure I have anything to make for breakfast and probably enough
creamer for one,
maybe
two cups of coffee.  That is if there’s any coffee left. 

Looking back at the god still sleeping
next to me, my lips twitch up in a devious grin.  He’s not the only one who gives spectacular head.  As a matter of fact, he’s complimented me on my skills more than enough times to give me a big head about it. 
Pun is most certainly intended.

Carefully moving the sheet off his lower body, I gaze in amazement
at his already hard cock.  Glancing at his face, I notice his eyelids are still fluttering, small noises are coming out of his mouth and he’s taking even breaths.  Well, if waking up to a beautiful redhead sucking your dick isn’t a fanfuckingtastic present, I’m not sure what is.

Taking him in my hand, I start at the base
and lick my way up to the tip.  Swirling my tongue around the head before I sink him into my mouth, I’m relishing the time I get to enjoy this before he wakes up and sets the pace to “Kylee doesn’t really need to breathe” and nearly kills me.

It doesn’t take long before I feel the familiar hand making its way through my hair, wrapping it tightly for grip and the grunt encouraging me to continue.  I smile as much as I can with a dick jammed in my mouth, growing wetter by the second
, knowing that I’m doing something he’s enjoying so much. 

My bobbing motion is countered with the thrusting of his hips upward to meet my mouth.  As much as I try to keep my tongue in play
, like I would with any other partner in the past, he’s just too large and my mouth isn’t
that
big.  Secretly, I’m happy he’s taking over so I can worry about nothing but sheathing my teeth from grazing his sensitive flesh. 

Moments later, Jacoby finds his release.  Holding a much tighter grip on the back of my head and surging further, he stills and the first stream of come hits the back of my throat and then coats my tongue as he
begins to pull out. 
He thinks he’s getting off easy, does he?

As he’s about to pull out completely, I start sucking him back in, paying special attention to the head.  Jacoby’s jerking and trying to push me back.

“Kylee, you can’t do that.  It’s too sensitive.”  Jacoby is frantic, lost in the pain of the sensitivity and the pleasure of me not letting up.  A second, smaller stream hits my taste buds and I greedily continue sucking.

I let loose once
he rolls over, taking me off the bed with him.  I’m laughing uncontrollably as I watch him grab the boxer briefs from the side of the bed and leave the room.

“Really?”
  He comes back in the room, now wearing a tee shirt as well as his underwear.

“It’s not so funny now
, is it?”  I can’t breathe I’m laughing so hard.  He loves to keep messing with my clit after I come, no matter
how
much I beg him to get away from me and not touch me.  It looks like he doesn’t like it when the roles are reversed.

“That was … something,” he chuckles, helping me off the floor. 

I pucker my lips at him.  He scrunches his face, leans forward and places a chaste kiss on my forehead.  “You know better, Red.  Some guys think it’s hot to kiss their woman after he’s come in her mouth.  Not this guy.  Go brush your teeth, rinse twice, then come see me.”

Even though his logic is a double standard, as I don’t mind when he kisses me after going
to vaginatarian town, I guess it’s different for guys. 

Doing as I’m told, I hit the bathroom but don’t just stop at the teeth brushing.  I take a quick shower, washing my hair and
taking special care to gently wash my sensitive areas.  I’m sure if I take a mirror down there, my pretty kitty’s going to be bruised.

The ache is delicious but painful, nonetheless, and I’ll probably have trouble sitting right today.  Thinking back to the old school rap that Mira and I used to listen to, all I can think of is a lyric that said something about beating up the pussy.  And that’s the truth, my damn pussy has been beaten, but in the most pleasurable way possible.

Stepping out of the shower, I quickly pat myself dry and throw a long tee shirt over my head.  I make good on my promise to rinse twice, take a brush through my hair and head out into the living room. 

“There’s something I want to talk to you about.”  Jacoby catches me off guard, causing me to stumble over my own feet for a second.
  The hesitance pouring off his body is freaking me out. 

“Okay.”  That’s all I can say.  I’m so nervous he’s going to
make me regret every emotion I’ve felt in the last few weeks and I don’t know if I can take it.

“
There are two things, actually.  The first one is a pretty big one and I’m hoping it’s not a deal breaker for you,” Jacoby says staring at his feet, unwilling to look at me before he completely sets me off. 

“
I’m not  gonna lie, you’re really scaring me, Jacoby.  You can tell me.  As long as you aren’t planning on harvesting one of my kidneys or putting gum in my hair, I think it’ll be okay.” 

“I promise, I’m not now, nor have ever been
an organ harvester and I like your hair too much to put gum in it.  This is about a girl.”  My heart drops to the floor, along with my jaw. 
Platinum Barbie, I fucking knew it. 
At least we can get this out of the way now.

“A girl?
  Are you seeing someone else?” 
Don’t even try to fucking lie to me.  I saw the bitch at your house
.  I should just have him get his stuff and leave.  At least I can be the one who ends whatever this is.  It’s always better to be the dumper than the dumpee.

“No, God, no I’m not
seeing anyone else.  I said it’s about a
girl
, not a
woman
.  Kylee, I have a daughter.”  I heard
that
one loud and fucking clear. 
A daughter?
 
Shit balls, is he fucking married?
  I can’t make any words form.  The stretching across my brow line is going to give me some terrible crow’s feet, I just know it. 

“Her name is Shelby.  She’s six years old and lives with her mother in Chicago,” Jacoby continues, understanding my shock and the fact that I can’t speak.

“Her mother and I dated in college for a little while.  During our junior year, Dawn got pregnant and nine months later we had Shelby.”

“What happened with you and her mother?  Why aren’t you together?  Or
are
you together and I’m some fucking side chick?”  This is me at my worst.  I can’t just have a normal conversation without lashing out, and that’s exactly what I’m doing. 

“
You’re most certainly
not
any kind of side chick.  Dawn and I tried for about a year after Shelby was born, but it just wasn’t in the cards for us; we weren’t meant to be,” Jacoby says so casually, like he didn’t just drop a bomb on me.  “I need you to know about her if you decide to go further with whatever it is that we’re doing.”

I can’t stand to be in the same room with him.  He purposely made me feel something for him before he told me a piece of information that would have probably been a deal breaker.  I can’t believe the gall of this man.  Infuriating is too kind a word for what he is. 

I walk back to my office, sit on the edge of the desk and try to compose myself before I say another word to him.  I need to think through this one with a clear head, and right now, I’m liable to say something I can’t ever take back.  A daughter.  Shit.  Everyone has a past; I’m a prime example.  I’ve screwed more men than I’d like to admit,
but a fucking child?
  I
sure
as hell don’t have one of
those
.

We all have a past, are you going to let it hold you back?
  He fucking warned me and I was too damn stupid to see it.  Mother fuck my life.

Jacoby knocks on the door jamb, breaking my attention by
the oh so fascinating crumb on the carpeting.  Waiting until I acknowledge him, he stands outside the door.  Smart boy, not entering my space until he’s given permission.

“You can come in, but you might want to keep your distance.  I’m suddenly feeling very hostile.”

“Can we keep talking?” he pleads.  I should say no, but I really
do
want to hear why he thinks what he’s done to me is acceptable behavior.

“Jacoby,” I say, turning to face him, “I’m not sure how much I have in me.  This is too fresh.  I can’t believe you didn’t tell me sooner.  This is one of those conversations people should have on their first date, shit
, maybe even the
fifth
date.  You don’t wait until you’ve been fucking someone for
six months
and then just spring on them, ‘Hey, by the way, I’m a father.’  Makes sense, right?”  I’m trying to keep my temper in check, but it’s getting harder to remain calm.

“Believe me, Kylee.  I never meant to keep anything from you.”

“No, that’s exactly what you intended to do.  You purposely kept this little tidbit to yourself.  I just want to know why.”

“I dated another woman after Dawn and I broke up.  I immediately told her about Shelby, even introduced the two.  After a few months of dating, she
broke up with me out of the blue.  I can only assume it’s because of my daughter.  Not only did she hurt me, she hurt my daughter.”  Jacoby takes a breath, a pained look on his face, like he’s hurting to tell me the rest.  “I take being a father very seriously.  Shelby might live four hours away, but she comes to live with me over the summer and during long school breaks.  I promised myself that I wouldn’t let her get hurt again by getting attached to one of daddy’s girlfriends.  I needed to make sure you were in this for the long haul if I told you.  Based on your reaction, I can safely assume you’re not.”

My heart
hurts for him, it really does, but at the same time, this man willfully withheld life changing information from me all because of another woman’s actions. 

“This is a little much for me right now.  I’m going to need to think on what you’ve just told me.  I’m not mad you have a daughter, not in the least, but I should have been given the right to be upset and walk away from a situation I might not have wanted before I
started to get more serious with you.  You didn’t consider
my
feelings whatsoever.  I understand why you did what you did, but the emotional side of me can’t help but feel blindsided and blackmailed into trying to accept all of this.”

“Kylee, it wasn’t meant to hurt you, but to protect Shelby.  She’s my world and I couldn’t let her get hurt if I didn’t know you were in this all the way
.  These last few days, you’ve shown me the other side of you.  I know I’m in your heart, and I wanted to tell you before I removed that last brick.”  Jacoby puts his hands on my shoulders, anchoring me to the ground like he knows I’m going to run.  I look up into his eyes and the pleading behind them is almost enough to bring me to my knees.  “You feel it, don’t you?  You know you’re mine even if there’s no title on us, right?”