Page 95 of The B!tch List

“Shaw…I…think…I…might…come…oh…my…god.” She breathed heavily between each word, emphasizing the pleasure that she was feeling.

Never had I brought a woman to orgasm just through foreplay and I was glad that Nancy was the first. It proved that we were good together and that I was on this earth to pleasure her. When I circled my tongue around her nipple she started to shudder and her legs stretched, her toes curled over. Her orgasm was so strong that I could feel the ripples of it against my skin. When her hands wrestled to be free of mine, I held them strong and moved my mouth to her other nipple. She must have been right on the edge because as soon as my lips locked around it, she practically levitated off the bed and screamed her release. With a pop I moved my mouth away from her nipple and watched as she came apart.

“You still need me to fuck you?” I said right against her ear as she continued to buck under my body.

She shook her head but kept repeating the word “Yes.” I smiled and opened the top drawer of her nightstand, knowing that was where she kept condoms and pulled a handful from the open box. Who knew how many I’d use, but if I had my way, I’d be fucking her all night, proving that she was mine.

As Nancy buried her face into the pillow, relishing in the aftershocks, I put the condom on, squeezing my dick to try and relieve some of the pain and pressure. Once it was on, I put my hands on Nancy’s hips and flipped her over.

“Hands and knees, Nance,” I commanded.

She was still a little floppy from the orgasm, but when I slapped her ass just once, it brought her to life, and she soon got into position. I put my hands under her hips and lifted her ass up, and pumped my dick a couple of times, ready to push inside.

Nancy looked at me over her shoulder and gave me a lazy smile. “Fuck me, Shaw.”

I didn’t need any further invitation, I thrust inside of her and pumped in and out like my life depended on it. I was right, she was soaking. I drove in and out so hard and so fast that Nancy was shifted up the bed and had to put one of her hands out against the headboard to brace herself.

“Fucking perfect,” I ground out. “So perfect.”

“Shaw, I’m going to come again.” Nancy’s voice cracked, as if she was going to burst into tears. Of fucking joy.

I wrapped her hair around my hand and pulled her head back so that I could kiss her. I needed to feel her lips on mine. Our tongues met and I felt the familiar pull in my balls.

“Mine, Nancy,” I growled. “You’re all fucking mine.”

It was then that I shot my load and came with a roar, knowing that I wanted this with her for as long as I had breath in my lungs.

* * *

Lying in Nancy’s bed with her in my arms, I felt at peace. The noise in my head around everything going on in my life had subsided. I felt confident that I would get to keep Tia. I had proved to child services that I was going to be a good dad. I had that confidence in myself. Of course school with a toddler was going to be hard, but something told me that I’d do it. Maybe it was the endorphins that were still buzzing around my body after great sex, or maybe it was simply being with Nancy that gave all that to me.

“Do you think we should go back to the party.” I sighed as my fingers traced patterns on Nancy’s shoulder.

She didn’t answer but exhaled slowly and then moved to rest her chin on my chest. “Are you sure you want us to be more?” she asked. “You said you want us to be something. Do you?”

I lifted my head from the pillow so that she could see my eyes. “Yes, I do. That was so much more than fucking Nance and you know it.” I kissed her softly. “Do you want us to be something more?”

“I do. I have for a while now.” She smiled and looked coyly at me through her lashes.

“Yeah, well, we might have sorted this sooner had I not said that shit about needing a girlfriend.”

“Let’s forget about it,” Nancy replied. “I know you didn’t mean it. Otherwise, you’d have asked Bronte to tell me about the meeting and persuade me to pretend. You didn’t do any of that. I was shocked when I turned up and realized that they were there. I’d come to see your dad.”

“I was a little shocked,” I replied, dropping a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

“Yeah, you looked it. That’s how I knew that you hadn’t sent Bronte to see me.”

I then thought back to the bar and the run in with Ruthie. “Do you want to talk about your mom, Nance? How what Ruthie did upset you for more reasons than missing the prom?”

She was silent for a few moments, and I thought I’d upset her, but then she sighed. “No, I’m good. I didn’t realize that was what upset me the most and I know saying it out loud once won’t make it go away, but I feel better for it. I feel like saying it eases the pain a little.”

“You know you can talk to me anytime about your parents, don’t you?” I turned to look at her and she was smiling.

“I do and thank you. You know, it’s your mom and dad that I really want to talk to.” She started to giggle and when I tickled her side it developed into a full on laugh.

“You know it’s me and my dick that holds your attention. Admit it.” I tickled her some more until she gasped.

“Yes, okay, it’s you I want.”

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