Trent & Isis:

I felt a soft weight pounce over me. I wake to sunshine, the smell of white orchids, and sexy feminine curves. Isis was bouncing up and down on top of me. Then images of her riding my dick flooded my brain.  “Baby, wake up, wake up, WAKE UP!” I never saw her in such a playful mood. “Breakfast!” On the nightstand, there was a plate stacked high with: waffles, sausages, bacon, eggs, pork chops, sliced fruit, and orange juice.

Damn, my baby-doll is a keeper.

“Good morning, baby doll.” I reach up and swipe a strand of crinkles out of her lovely face. She smiles all big and attacks me. Raining kisses all over my face and neck. I giggle and instantly stop. I don’t fucking giggle. “Go a little lower.”

She lifts her head and smiles. “Breakfast first.”

“Okay, but after breakfast, I’m getting the pussy.” I grip her thighs and stare into her eyes that reminds me of black diamonds with such intensity, she freezes. “Don’t you think I deserve it?” her chest rises and falls rapidly. I know my words got her hot.

She bites that sexy full bottom lip looking shy. Fuck. I wish she could see herself the way I do. She’s my dream girl. “Yea,” she whispers. Her nipples hardened through the black nightie. I run my thumb over the stiff peaks. Mouthparts, hips buck forward, she's so responsive.

I give her a wolfish grin, grabbing her lovely round ass, I toss her forward, so her pussy is in my face. No panties either. Perfect. I nuzzle her clit with my nose. It’s shower fresh too. “Oh God,” she breathes.

“Not God, baby. Trent is the one who’s going to make this pussy come.” I smile noticing the moisture on her soft folds. She's panting wanting more. I spread her for my tongue. She rocks against my face as I make short fast strokes over her clit. Her moans are like music filling the room.

“Oh baby, you’re the best,” she tells me. I know. Her first, last, one and only. The fucking MVP. I smack in the pussy like it’s my last fucking meal. She comes quick. Her body shaking then going stiff. Finally, she lets go, screaming and I’m rewarded with her sweet honey. I make sure not to waste a single drop. “Trenton James you’re the fucking best!”

I free my dick from my sweats. “It's your first time so I’ll let you take control.  I’m big, baby. You might want to go slow.” I guide her to my dick. She braces herself, holding her breath. “Just breathe.” It takes all my self-control not to just impale her. I’ve been waiting for so long since the moment I met her. I can’t be rough- at least not the first time. She’ll meet Dom Trent. We’ll play that later on, though.

She braces her hands on my pecks, looking a little scared. I know how deeply this affects her. She's never wanted to give herself to nobody, only me. I'm honored feeling like the luckiest man alive. I murmur reassurances. I’ll never do anything to hurt my baby-doll. I love her. She's mine. Tears drip from her eyes. “I love you, my sweet girl,” I tell her as the head of my manhood slowly enters her. She’s more than ready for me but still, I guide her hips. Our breaths come out loud and ragged. I close my eyes and lean my head back into the pillow. She feels so good. I feel her pause then she completely sits down upon me. My dick deep inside her. I hear her loud gasp. My eyes fly open. “Baby, you alright?”

She nods and began to move her hips. “Shit,” I hiss between clenched teeth. I grab her hips and move her up and down slowly over me. She’s so damn wet and tight I’m barely holding on to my sanity.

“It doesn’t hurt anymore, baby. Harder,” she tells me. Oh fuck. I buck my hips up, burying my dick so deep both our eyes roll back and toes curl. She meets me at every thrust. I rip open her nightie tugging and rolling her nipples between my fingers. She sobs.

“Tell me what you need, baby.”

“I need to come. Please, Trent. Now,” she begs. I work my thumb over her clit applying pressure. Watching her come undone sends me over the edge. I go deep and come into her slick pussy as she screams my name and collapses on my chest. We lie there just holding each other. I smile feeling proud I made her come twice but I want her to come more for me. And she will. I’ll let her rest for now.

I wait for the three little words to spill from her lips. But they never do. I don’t force her to say them. I know in my heart she does feel them for me. I’ll wait for her to say them. “Trent, our breakfast,” she murmurs sleepily.

“We'll eat it later, baby-doll.”

~•~

Jericho & Mona:

"You took our nine-year-old to see IT! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!"

"Just a little," Jericho responded. "She practically begged me." All I see is red as I charge him like a fucking bull. "Oh shit!" He shouted. What started out as a wrestling match quickly turns into horseplay as our four kids all jump in to wrestle with mommy and daddy. We roll around laughing. I completely forget why I was so angry. Just for a moment. Jericho and I are so happy it's almost unreal.

"I love you, mama," he tells me. "I'm sorry. You know I'm trying. It's just I love the kids so much I want to give them the world."

"No more excuses, Jericho."

"Ok." He raises his hands in surrender. "No more excuses."

~•~
The next day...

"Mr and Mrs. James I called you here to talk about your child's..." the Principal Warren sighs. "Your daughter said she wanted to be a serial killer clown when she grows up."

"She said what?!" The principal closes her eyes and then pulls out a paper from a folder and slides it across the desk. I take one glance at the paper. Sure enough there's a drawing of the clown from the movie It. "You dumbass!" I smack Jericho in the face with it in front of the principal. "Look what you started!" He takes the paper, looks at it and then laughs.

"Mr. James, this is no laughing matter-

"Our babygirl is an artist. Who would have thought," he speaks with such avidity, smiling at the stick figure clown.

I nearly faint. "Oh lord, Jesus. Help this man," I beseech, holding a palm to my forehead.

"Mr. and Mrs. James, I would recommend a child therapist-

"What the fuck did you say about my kid...?"

The woman suddenly turns bed sheet white at the killer's stare Jericho is currently throwing in her direction. "A-all I'm saying is this isn't normal-

"She's a kid. A little girl at that. She'll grow out of it once she starts liking boys. Not that I want her to like boys-

"Mr. James what if your child-

"Not another word, bitch. My daughter will no longer be attending your school-

"Jericho-

He grabs my arm and just like that we're leaving. "Are you out of your mind! That was one of the most prestigious private schools in the state!" He hauls me down the steps. "Jericho! Jericho! Are you listening to me?!" Nope. He just keeps marching out of the school like I said nothing. I root my feet in place but he only throws me over his shoulder and stomps to our car.

He's in one of his moods. There's no reasoning with him at this point. He drives well above the speed limit. Two minutes later he pulls over and is already out of the car. He moves smoothly and fast to the passenger side. Opening my door, he pulls me out. We're in a wooded area of town. I'm not scared. I know Jericho would never hurt me.

"Both hands on the hood," he orders in a dark voice. His tone resonates straight to my pussy.

"Jericho-

"Quiet." I hear the sound of his zipper. Then his hands are on my hips pulling me back, putting me into the position he wants me. "I need to take control of you. I'm getting the urges again..." that hangs in the air as he rips my panties and pulls my skirt up and over my hips.

"Ok..." I whisper.

"Good girl. You're mine. You've always been mine. You know why?" My only response is a moan as he enters me from behind. We've been together for nine years now and what keeps this fresh and new is the dark passion between us. Jericho keeps me excited and wanton for him. It doesn't take much effort to get me wet. "You were made for a demon like me, Mona. And I need your beautiful loving soul." He's rough but I love every minute of it, his hand wrapped around my neck. The tips of his fingers rubbing my clit bringing me closer. The head of his cock hits the spot deep inside that always sends me over the edge. I scream his name.

"I ain't pulling out," he growls just before he comes inside me. He never pulls out but at least he's keeping me informed. We already agreed on no birth control and if it happens. It happens.