One day he was sitting in her apartment, on the couch, while she was modelling the latest in maternity wear.
“I hate my belly,” she said, frowning. She wore a breezy blouse of sorts in a soft pastel floral pattern. Tank leaned forward. As different as he had been lately, he was still Tank. It was what she called him, and it was probably what she would always call him. The young man looked her in the eye and held a hand out. She stepped to him and let him take her hand.
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. And I have to say, pregnant, you’re even hotter. You give me some…well, I’m just saying you look amazing.”
Vanessa smiled. “Thank you for saying that,” she said. Tank nodded and then stood up. He was inches from her, still holding her hand.
“I want to kiss you right now,” he said. Before he never would have asked; he would have just done it. Vanessa opened her mouth to tell him that wasn’t a good idea, but instead she said something that surprised her.
“Do it then.”
He did. She closed her eyes and their lips met. She parted hers to his tongue, and their tongues danced together. He pulled her close, mindful not to push against her stomach. His fingers went down, finding the hem of her shirt and tugging it up. She didn’t stop him. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and when the shirt was off and on the floor, he broke the kiss and found one of her nipples with his mouth, which he sucked softly upon. It grew hard against his tongue, and Vanessa felt herself yearning for the man.
“Bedroom,” she groaned, and he took her hand once more and pulled her forward. They kissed once more while his hands cupped her breasts softly. She pulled his shirt off, dragged her nails softly down his chest. She pushed him onto the bed and then pulled his pants off. He was nude, his cock hard and jutting up from his body. She crawled over him after pulling her own pants off and dropping her panties to the floor as well, stepping out of them as she got onto the bed.
She teased him, running her tongue in slow circles around the head of his cock, before finally taking him into her mouth. He groaned and fought the urge to thrust his hips up. He let her stay in control, and she was moving slowly, driving him wild.
When she pulled back, his cock shone in the dim light, the closed blinds stopping most of it from streaming in through the single bedroom window. Vanessa moved up along Tank’s body, planting kisses as she did so. She kissed just above his unruly bush of pubic hair, up his stomach. Her breasts brushed over his hard cock. She kissed his chest, his throat, his chin. Finally, she pressed her lips to his. She reached down, taking his throbbing member in her hand, and began to jerk him off slowly. Up. Down.
“I need you,” he groaned, and she smiled. She gave him what he wanted. She rode him, his cock sliding into her tight, wet pussy. His hands were at her breasts, pawing softly. She put her hands on his chest as she leaned over. He placed his strong hands on her shoulders, pushing her back. He touched her stomach as she rode, rocking her hips slowly.
She was coming; it didn’t take her long. She hadn’t been with anyone in the months since she and Tank had broken up. She’d had too much on her mind. It had just been her at night, with her fingers, her vibrator. Now he was there, the man she loved. The man who had won her back with his enthusiasm for being a father.
Her pussy tightened around his cock as the orgasm rocked her to her core. Warm juices flowed out of her, running down the side of his dick. She didn’t stop rocking her hips, their pelvises meeting with soft slaps. She quickened the pace, and he reached up and pawed at one breast while his other hand found her hair. He pulled on it softly, causing her to groan and smile.
“Fuck,” Tank said as he grabbed her hips and pulled her down onto his cock. His member jumped inside her as he came. He filled her with his hot semen.
Afterward they lay together, naked and sweaty and panting.
“I want you,” Vanessa said. “I want you to be mine, and the baby’s.”
“I want that too.”
“What should we name him?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” the young man said. “Tank Jr.”
Vanessa laughed and slapped his chest playfully. Then she lay her head on that same spot, and together they drifted off to sleep, napping in the late afternoon.
*****
THE END
MOTORCYCLE CLUB Romance – Bad Boy Biker Stepbrother
1.
“Yes, I’m incredibly frustrated, Joyce,” I shouted into the phone. She had the patience of a saint to let me fume over the phone for the hundredth time about the same thing.
“It’s going to be okay, Hellen. It’s just a wedding. If it makes your mom happy you should just go with it,” she replied reassuringly.
I sighed and sank into my chair a little farther. The airport was empty, for the most part, which gave me plenty of room to sprawl out.