In with the New Baby

I don’t want to be mad at him just now. I’m already mad at the world. Well, the world except for Catharine – I’m never mad at her.

He cradles his head in his hands and looks up at the ceiling.

I tell him what happened, somehow zoning in on the comment Margie had made, even though it was more innocuous than the blunt one Anne had made, and how I don’t feel great about myself and my body, especially with him.

He sits up and looks at me.

“Are you kiddin’ me?”

I sit up as well.

“No,” I say feeling foolish and embarrassed.

“Come here, babe,” he says and holds me. “You are a beautiful woman with sexy curves. And I love every single one of those curves.”

“Oh, Lincoln,” I whine.

“If I wanted to be with a skinny chick with no meat on her and ribs sticking out, I might as well

date a boy.”

I laugh. “I never thought about that before.”

“Yeah, that’s what my gay buddy John says.”

“Oh, the really smart one?”

“Yeah, and I have nothing against guys but I want to be with a woman,” he says. “And that woman is you.”

“Oh, Lincoln,” I whine again.

He kisses me and I rest my head on his shoulder.

“Have you eaten?” I ask.

“No,” he says. “I’m starving.”

“I was just about to order room service.”

“Great,” he says. “Let’s eat.”

“And then what?” I ask.

“And then you can have me for dessert,” he says.

I pick up the phone and order room service.

Yes, I really don’t need to starve myself any longer.

In any way.

Chapter 21

Lincoln

After we eat, I get to feast on Amanda’s hot little pussy. And I enjoy devouring her, spreading her legs open and munching on her sweet, hard little clit. I suck on it while fingering her, and she starts shouting so loud I’m afraid we’ll get kicked out by the hotel staff.

“Oh, Lincoln. Lincoln!” she yells. “I’m cumming!”

Her juices are pouring into my mouth and I’m lapping them up like I might die of thirst without them. Oh, how I love making her little pussy quiver. She wiggles around on the bed, enjoying the orgasm as my tongue circles around her clit some more.

Then I tell her to get on all fours and I look at her plump ass lovingly.

“I can’t believe you were worried I wouldn’t like this amazingly hot ass,” I tell her, spanking it a bit.

“Ouch!” she calls out, but it’s more in a pleasantly surprised tone of voice than one that sounds as if she’s actually hurt.

“You don’t like that?” I ask her, slapping her again.

“Mmmm. Yeah, I do,” she admits.

I grab ahold of her ass cheek with one hand and start playing with her clit with my other hand. She moans and cums again for me. I stretch her ass cheeks and pussy lips open so I have a great view of her pussy mid-orgasm. It’s shaking and quivering and so much wetness is coming out of it that I think I’m in heaven.

I’m so hard I can’t take it anymore. So I slip my cock inside her tight little hole and fuck her hard, holding onto her hips, pulling her closer to me so I can get all the way up inside her.

“You’re stuffing me so full,” she cries out. “I love it.”

“I love it, too,” I tell her, as I feel my hard, raw cock start to pulse and throb inside her warm, naked pussy.

I love you, I start to say, but I hold back.

How could this be love? Deep infatuation, but not love, right? I still haven’t even decided so many things. Whether I’m going to give up fighting so that I can live a long, healthy life with her. Whether I’m going to go to Texas with her.

There’s no time to think any deeper about any of it, though, because I’m so deep in her that I’m starting to cum. I can tell she is, too, as she reaches back and underneath her, playing with my balls and moaning.

Soon, she’s screaming my name loudly again as I’m pounding her tight little pussy with my cock. And I’m shooting my cum into her, grunting while we both say that the other is making us cum.

Finally, spent and exhausted, we cuddle in the bed.

“That was amazing,” she says.

“Sure was.”

I think we’re going to just drift off to sleep when she says the words I’ve been dreading.

“So, I hear you might be fighting again soon?”

I just swallow hard, not saying anything.

“Who told you that?”

“Is it true?”

“Maybe. I don’t know yet.”

“The girls were saying that some other fighter is taunting you. I didn’t even know what they were talking about really.”

“Yeah. My agent wants me to do it but I’m still deciding.”

“You’re still deciding on a lot of things.”

“Yeah,” I tell her, hating to admit it, but she’s right, and I had just been thinking it, myself.