American Bad Boy(62)

“Stand up,” Mack’s voice is hoarse.

I guess maybe one of us is in a rush after all.

I let his cock fall free from my lips and pull myself back up to my feet again.

“Good girl, now turn around, I want to see your sweet ass bouncing when I fuck you.” His hands guide my hips as I turn around, easing me down onto his thick member. I’m so wet from him making me cum that he slides into me a bit easier this time. I push my ass all the way down until I’m sitting on his lap and his cock is fully inside me.

Using the arms of the chair and more strength in my thighs than I knew I had, I ride Mack like a cowgirl bucking around on the back of a bull. Mack’s hands wrap around me, grabbing my tits as my pussy clenches around him tight.

“God, Lauren, you look so fucking good,” he murmurs in my ear. Suddenly he lurches me forward and I flop down onto the bed, face first, without warning. In a second, Mack is standing behind me, between my legs as I’m bent over the bed.

“What are you doing?” I’m surprised by him tossing me around like a rag doll, but I’m not upset. It’s kind of fucking hot.

“I told you, I’m going to ride you like I stole ya,” his hand wraps up around my throat and he pulls my head up off the bed as he thrusts his cock back into my pussy in one swift stroke. I groan at the sensation of being filled by him. Mack’s hand is holding my face up toward the ceiling under my chin, my back is arched back and I’m completely under his control. His thrusts get quicker and I moan as he fucks me, hard.

I can feel my body building up with pleasure as Mack takes what’s his. Suddenly my body stiffens under him as another orgasm rolls through me. The last one was hot and intense like an explosion, but this one is slower and the bliss is more thorough like a warm fire on a cold night.

Mack fucks me harder and all I can hear is the sound of our bodies slapping together, he jerks behind me and his movements grow erratic as he fills me with his cum. Mack drops his hand from my chin and I fall over onto the bed, happy to lie in the wake of my ecstasy.

He joins me on the mattress, pulling me up against him so my legs aren’t dangling over the edge anymore. He pulls me against him until my head is lying on his chest and his heartbeat is the only thing I can hear.

“I love you, Lauren,” he whispers into my hair.

I feel like I’ve finally found my happy ending. I’m engaged to the one man I’ve always loved from childhood until now. To Chris’s father. To my hero. To Mack Forrester.

“I love you too,” I whisper back. I can feel sleep drifting over me, taking me into a land of dreams. I’ll rest easy knowing that everything has finally worked out for me. For us. And that we’ll never be torn apart again.





34





Mack





2014




“Because you know I’m all about that bass, ‘bout that bass. No treble!” Lauren and Chelsea sing along to the hottest hit of the moment up in the front while the little man and I ride in the back. It’s nice to see Lauren having fun and letting loose for once. Having these past few days off have been good for her.

“Yeah, it’s pretty clear, I ain’t no size two.” Lauren and Chelsea look at each other with huge smiles as they belt out the words. “But I can shake it, shake it, like I’m supposed to do.” Lauren looks back at me and winks.

Can she ever. She proved that in the hotel. Damn, I still can’t get the image of her on all fours, shaking her fat ass for me out of my head. I’m not sure I ever want to. I always knew that she had a wild streak in her, but back in high school I was just so relieved when she finally let me fuck her. I was happy to have the same clumsy, missionary sex over and over. Now, it looks like she could teach me a thing or two.

I look over at Chris, but he’s got his head resting against the window and his eyes closed. Smart kid. I wish I could get some shut-eye too, but after my time in the army, I’ve just never been able to relax on long drives anymore. Driving off the base, on long stretches of highway, is one of the most dangerous things you can do in a war zone. It’s the perfect opportunity for the enemy to surround your vehicle and open fire. We’ve lost more good men and women that way than I’d care to count.

Instead I stare out the window and try to relax. I should probably be trying to figure out my next move. Where I’m going to live, for instance. Lauren offered that I stay with her. Move in. I want to, but I’m just not sure if that’s too fast for Chris. The last thing I want to do is start our time as a family off on a sour note. I want him to be comfortable with me in his life.

Will Lauren ever tell Chris that I’m his father? How will he take it? I keep wondering how we’re going to approach that minor detail. And by minor detail, I mean life altering revelation. I suppose I should focus on one thing at a time though. Figure out the living situation first, the rest will follow.