She finished the cut she was in the middle of, then put the knife down. She stared at me for a beat before her cheeks rose. “I feel like this is a trap. I’m gonna let you have it, because I want to lay up under you.”
I couldn’t lie; it was a small trap. There was a topic that we needed to broach again. Since the infiltration of our farm, she’d been having night sweats and nightmares. I was scared that would happen after I came down from the adrenaline of that night. It was time for me to step in and give a little more of a push.
Quality Time . . .
My hand gripped Min’s neck while she rode the fuck out of my dick on our couch. Her head was thrown back, with her hands over her breasts. “Fuck, Min. You’re riding your dick.”
“I love this dick. It feels so fuckin’ good,” she said after a sexy ass moan. Her body moved to the rhythm of my thrust into her.
I pulled her toward me and gave her a sloppy kiss. She loved that shit. Once we were finished with that, I pulled her ear to my lips. “I think this forty-two-year-old sperm done got your ass, Minnow. This pussy feels a lil different.”
That must have been a trigger for her body because a waterfall released on me. Yeah, we were going to need a shower after this. The fact that she wanted to have my child made me love her even more. She was the perfect woman for me, hardheadedness and all.
For the next several minutes, she rode me until my nut shot up in her. It was the most fulfilling feeling I’d ever felt. If her ass wasn’t already pregnant, her ass would be after tonight.
“That was so good. I love fucking you,” she cooed.
I kissed her lips. “You only love fucking me? Is that what it is?”
She smirked. “You already know that I love you. I just feel the need to tell your dick after amazing performances.”
Let me slide this in right here.“Can I lean on our love and ask you to do me a favor? It’s important to me.”
Her eyes softened. “Of course. I’d do anything for you.”
“I hope you mean that, love. I want you to go with me tomorrow to a support meeting,” I said softly. My hands were planted firmly on her ass.
Her small smile fell. “I knew this was a damn trap. I got dickmatized.”
Oh,The Trickery! . . .
Vic got my ass good. He knew that I was dick dizzy after sex. I never thought I would be the type of female to be dick dizzy. I guess it was alright to be that way for the right man.
With the way things had been since the unfortunate farm event, I understood why he wanted me to go to his support group with him. That didn’t mean that I wanted to go. He had gone every week since it happened.
Pop Carl’s heart attack scared the hell out of everyone. He was doing much better, but Ma Vicky still wanted to go upside Mrs. Cook’s head. She did at the hospital and one time at the diner. Pop told her to chill. He was the only person who could tame her.
I didn’t feel any kind of way about the lives that were lost. Some would say that I might be desensitized, but I didn’t feel as though I was. I handled hostiles as I was trained to do so. When I saw that boy Kevin in town, I knew that he would be a problem. I just never imagined that it would show itself like it did.
The event did trigger a few nightmares and night sweats. I honestly thought that Vic would have asked me well before now to go to his support group meeting.
“I knew this was a damn trap. I got dickmatized.” I pointed my finger at him. “You got me good.”
This man still had his dick in me while he asked this favor. The unmitigated gall of him. He cupped my face, then pulled my lips to his. “I love you, baby. I just want you to come and see what it’s about. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to come back, love.”
I sighed. “When is the meeting? I might have something to do.”
He stared at me blankly. “Minnow, don’t play with me, love. It’s on Thursdays at 1900. You know I love you and appreciate you for coming with me. It means a lot to have you there with me, for me.”
It means a lot to have you there with me, for me.It never dawned on me to go with him to the meeting as a support to him. Yes, I didn’t want to go for me, but I could go for him. “I’ll be there. You didn’t have to trick me with the dick though.”
His head fell back with laughter at the same time that his dick hardened again inside of me. My pussy responded instantly. With a seductive tone, he said, “Allow me and my dick to apologize.”
Do You Feel Supported? . . .
The venue for the Veteran Support Group meeting did not disappoint. It was in the community room of the community center. It was cold. There were metal folding chairs, coffee, and an assortment of donuts, cookies, and cakes. Now, had Vic told me that Mama Vicky made the cakes for these meetings, I might have been here sooner.
I sat next to Vic with my legs crossed and my attention on my plate of lemon pound cake. I looked around at the diverse group of people. “Sitting in a circle feels real therapy-ish,” I mumbled.
