Krisha had never wanted this, and I’d never pushed. Now, I was going to hell for making her do this. I grinned. Whatever the case, I’d make damn sure, we both enjoyed it. It took me several moments to gather myself and hold back the orgasm already rising in my balls. I pulled back and thrust in gently on the first couple of strokes to let her get used to me. Only, she had other ideas.
“More,” she ordered, gripping my waist, her nails digging into my taut skin.
“Your wish, sweetheart...”
I picked up the pace. My strokes turned aggressive. I fucked her hard. My brain short-circuited when she slid one hand down to her pussy and rolled a finger over her clit while squeezing her breast.
“Fuck.” I fought to keep my orgasm in check.
Her eyes met mine, drowsy and pleading. “Harder.”
I gave her what she wanted. I pulled back and pumped into her, fucking her with long, defined strokes. She bucked up and clenched around my cock, harder and tighter. Her cries grew louder, rebounding off the walls. My balls pulled tight, demanding release, yet I held back, fucking her with quick sharp snaps of my hips.
“Oh my God,” she whispered.
I could hardly hear her over the blood pounding in my ears. Leaning down, I gripped one of her nipples between my teeth and bit down. That set her off. Her body arched up, her fingers gripping my arms, she screamed her pleasure, her ass squeezing me tighter. Still, in the throes of her orgasm, I bit down on the other nipple, prompting another spasming scream.
I couldn’t take it. Blood rushed, fast and furious, to my cock and my head swam. I didn’t just fall over the edge, I fucking plummeted into a chasm so deep, I ironically didn’t know where she began, and I ended. My heart pounded and my breath staggered in my chest. This woman would be the death of me by mind-bending fucking.
“Christ, sweetheart, that was fucking insane.” I dropped my brow to hers, breathing hard and matching her gasping pants. When the air slowly seeped back into my lungs, I latched onto her lips, kissing her slowly as I eased out of her. “You okay.” Her response came in the form of a lazy moan as her gaze, drowsy and sated, roamed my face. “Come on.” I scooped her up in my arms and headed for the bathroom and a long soak in the jacuzzi.
Trent
AFTER ONE GLORIOUSnight with Ashrika, I was determined to take her home. How? Didn’t matter for now. What was important was how I broke the news to my kids. I couldn’t just arrive home with a woman who was the identical image of their mother and not give them an explanation. And how would I tell Ashrika? That not only was I a father, but she was their mother. I decided to handle it as diplomatically as possible by bringing in the most level-headed person I knew.
Sianna.
I’d just told her everything and although Drake had filled her in, she wasn’t as impartial as I would’ve liked her to have been.
“So, what you’re saying is that Ashrika is your wife, but doesn’t know she’s your wife. Now you want to bring her home to meet the kids, marry her and you all pretend she’s your new wife? The kids know what their mother looks like but you want to tell them that she’s not their mother for now? She just looks like their mother?” She looked confused as I felt. I nodded. “Are you freaking insane?”
“What?”
“Jesus, Trent. That’s asking for trouble and you know it. Why not just tell her the truth and be done with it?”
“Because she might not accept that I knew who she was all along.”
