Page 28 of Crusher

“My real name, Carly. Give me my real nameand I’ll let you orgasm and share in your pleasure as I lap upeverything you offer to me.” I didn’t haven’t to wait long.

“Damn it, Russ, let me come!” I bent my head,sucked her clit in my mouth, my right thumb in her pussy, the leftone I pressed against her back hole and her scream echoed in theroom as her orgasm rocked her. I pulled my thumb out of her pussyand replaced it with my tongue, lapping up every drop of hercream.

I laid her legs down on the bed on each sideof me as I knelt and retrieved the condom, ripping the foil openand rolling it down my length. Carly’s body was still shaking whenI position the head of my cock at her entrance and pushed in. WhenI bottomed out, I leaned over her and rested my weight on myelbows.

Carly had her one arm thrown over her eyes,“Look at me, Carly.”

“I don’t think I can,” was her reply.

“Why can’t you look at me?” I would nottolerate her be embarrassed about anything we do in our bedroomtogether.

“Not that, I don’t think I can have anotherorgasm.” I smiled because her voice sounded more filled withannoyance than it did of denial.

I pulled out and thrusted back in and shemoaned, “How about now, think you have another one in you?” Shedidn’t answer as I repeated the movement. I took her moans as myanswer and rocked in and out slowly. When I pushed in, my pelvicbone hit just right, placing pressure on her nub.

Pressure from my own orgasm building wasbearing down on me, but I needed her to fall over the edge one moretime with me. I pulled out, reached between us and thrusted backin, hard, and pinched her clit, sending her over with me as Ifilled the condom with my cum.

I collapsed to the side of her and we bothlaid there catching our breaths. I turned and looked at Carly, hereyes closed, her face flushed, her chest rising and falling, and Iknew that everything I’d done up to her would be insignificantcompared to what we could do together.

Carly snuggled into to me and whispered, “I’mtired.” I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close.

Kissing the top of her head, I closed my eyesand listened to her breathing as it changed when she drifted intosleep. No matter what happened from now on, knowing that I wouldend my days like this would be all I needed.

We woke and though I wanted to rollover andhave her again, food was in order. I slid out of bed and I watchedCarly stretch while I pulled on my pants.

“Where you going?” Her eyes opened andfollowed my hand as I pulled the zipper up on my jeans.

“Nowhere if I don’t get out of the room.”

“Then don’t go and come back to bed,” shesaid and patted the mattress.

“Food first and then I will bring you back tothe bedroom. There are a lot of things I want to do to you. Somewill have to wait until you are completely healed but I’m sure wecan be inventive.” I walked to the door, opened it, and entered thehall. “See you downstairs in the kitchen.” Her ‘you are no fun’ hadme laughing as I started down the stairs.

Carly appeared in the kitchen just as Ifinished making the sandwiches. She was dressed but her hair stillheld the messiness of having just gotten out of bed. We each hadtaken several bites of food when my phone beeped. I pulled it out,looked at the screen, and frowned. When I looked up, Carly wasstaring at me.

“Brax, a woman and man are down at the gatedemanding to see Stroker or me. Stroker is on his way down. I’mgoing to go too. You can stay here and finish your sandwich.” Irose and she did too. “Carly, you don’t need to go. Sit back downand eat.” I started toward the stairs with her on my heels.

“I’m not staying. Though I’m on leave, I amstill a deputy with the sheriff’s department and if someone wantsto cause trouble I should be there.”

“Fine, I don’t have time to argue, Strokerwas already on his way.” We got fully dressed and in the truckwithin minutes. As I pulled up behind the parked bikes, Irecognized Speed’s, Coast’s, Devil’s, Flirt’s, and Jag’s—Brax musthave called everyone. I looked over to the group of men linedbehind Stroker as he and a woman spoke while a man stood by theopened back door of a limo.What the fuck now? I thought asI helped Carly out and we walked toward the crowd. The men partedwhen they saw me and as the space opened up my view landed on thewoman, her dark brown hair styled pristinely and the skirt and toplooked like the kind women had tailored to fit their form.

I moved beside Stroker and the woman’sattention shifted to me and a pair of brown eyes looked me over.Fuck me, the woman standing before me had to be my mother ‘causeour resemblance could not be denied. She verified my assumptionwhen she spoke.

“Oh my, Russell, you turned into a such ahandsome man.” Marianna smiled hugely at me and started to move incloser.

“What are you doing here, Marianna?” Hersmile left and she frowned at me.

“I am your mother.”

“You actually have to earn that title. You,Marianna, were just the woman who carried me. I get it was anaccident brought about by another woman’s actions. I also know youwere going to abort me but Stroker found out you were carrying hiskid and made a deal with you to have me. Something like paying forthe rest of your college.” Stroker put his hand on my arm. My voicestayed even but my insides vibrated.

“Stroker, I see you poisoned him against me.”I stepped closer to Marianna, and Carly stepped beside and put herhand in mine. I squeezed her hand but kept my eyes on Marianna.

“Marianna, I told him the truth when he askedabout who his mother was.” Marianna sneered at Stroker.

“Of course you did,” she said to Stroker andturned back to me, “I was eighteen and in college. I wasn’t oldenough to take on the responsibility of a child. My parentswouldn’t have understood and would have made me move home. There isa lot you don’t understand, Russell, and won’t unless it happens toyou.” Marianna had nerve, I’d give her that.

“Get in the car, Marianna, with that dude whoI assume is your husband, and go back to DC, stop calling my phone.It was you, wasn’t it?” She nodded her head and I continued, “Ifyou had spoken and told me who you were, I could have saved you atrip across country.” I was done, I asked about who my mom was whenI thirteen. Stroker told me and I never asked again, my curiositywas filled.

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