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Alexandra had wrung me dry after I came the second time. I’d never imagined pegging would make me feel like that. Our anal play before that experience with fingers and plugs had been enjoyable after the burning and pain subsided enough. But I hadn’t expected the pegging to be any different. I agreed to allow it out of curiosity and to get to the real goal, which was me in her ass.

I wasn’t new to anal sex. There had been a few women in the past who allowed it. They tolerated it because I wanted to do it, or were curious. I was praying Alexandra would end up liking it. I wanted to be able to bring her some kind of sexual gratification she hadn’t gotten from anyone else.

Having her lovingly clean me up and then proceed to kiss and lick my chest made me think about moving. When her mouth closed around my nipples, and she sucked hard, then bit down on one, then the other, I perked up more. My cock twitched. It would take more than that to get him to rise. I wasn’t holding my breath that she’d be able to get me hard a third time. After coming twice so close together, I usually required an hour or more.

Alexandra nibbled her way down my stomach. However, before reaching my cock, she sat up and straddled my thighs. I saw her pick up a bottle she put on the bed when she came back from the bathroom. Assuming it was more lube, I observed her squirt some in the palm of one hand. Then, she rubbed her hands together, coating her palms. Once satisfied with the coverage, she reached down and lifted my spent cock off my thigh.

Her hand slid up and down my soft cock. I knew this wouldn't be enough to awaken the bastard. I desperately wanted to have her ass. Wake up! I shouted silently to it.

“Domina, I hate to disappoint you, but I won’t be able to get hard again. I’m sorry. Let me at least eat your sweet pussy. I can make you come that way. Or I can get more toys and play however you want,”

I offered.

“Have faith, Devoted One. I do. If I can’t get you hard and aching in less than ten minutes, we’ll do as you suggest. Until then, close your eyes.”

Doing as she asked, even though I didn’t care to. I waited for her to realize it was a waste of her time.

“I love the feel of your cock in my hand. When it’s hard, nothing compares. No dildo, vibrator, or toy can replace the way your cock makes me feel. It’s like steel covered in softness. See, there’s that cock envy again. If I were a guy, I’d spend hours just masturbating and seeing how long I could hold back and when I came, how much cum I would have, and how far I could shoot it. I bet you’ve done that, haven’t you?”

I heard her teasing tone. I didn’t admit she was right. Boys do stupid things once puberty hits.

“What was it like the first time you fucked a girl? Who was she? Were you both virgins?”

I opened my eyes to look at her. Was she seriously asking me to tell her? The way her stare drilled into me, she was.

“Tell me,”

she demanded. I wasn’t sure why she wanted to know, but I answered.

“I was sixteen, and she was the same age. We were both virgins and had no clue what we were doing. But we were both horny, and we liked each other. She and I wanted to experience what our friends were talking about. We ended up on a date and went to a secluded spot where people liked to park and make out. If you were lucky, you’d go all the way. I almost shot my load when I saw her naked tits. Somehow I held back, and she let me suck them. I was in heaven. I knew enough that I got her wet, at least. I diddled her until she was. Then we went at it.”

“How did it feel to sink your cock into your first pussy? I bet it was amazing—more than you imagined. God, I wish I’d known you then, and we were the same age. I would’ve gladly let you have me so I could feel your hardness inside of me. All that heat around you, clenching you tightly. I bet you got off fast, didn’t you?”

The talk about my first time should’ve been a turnoff, but I wasn’t remembering the girl. As Alexandra talked, I saw her face in the backseat. It was her pussy taking my cock. She was the one I humped in that car until we both came. Her grip accentuated her talk of heat and tightness. She was stroking my cock and doing a twisting motion. The heat was increasing. And I was astonished to note that along with the rise in heat, my cock was hardening. My eyes flew open, and I stared in shock at it.

She was smirking, but she didn’t stop. Her hands worked my cock and balls until I was standing tall and throbbing with the need to come. Alexandra moved off my thighs, but before she let go of me, she lowered her head and sucked the head and lashed it with her tongue. She hummed. When she rose, I saw how aroused she was.

Her nipples were hard beads. Her hoops enticed me to tug on them. She moaned, then grabbed my hands and showed me how far to twist them. The rich scent of her arousal was back to perfuming the air. It wouldn’t be long before I had to taste it.

“Domina, am I free to pleasure you?”

I croaked.

“Yes, you are, as long as you don’t make me wait much longer, Devoted One. I’m so needy. I need to be filled up. Oh, and when you do, make me scream. Hurry,”

she whimpered.

Not wasting time, I wiggled myself to a spot where I could latch onto her cunt. She was soaked, and I lapped up that goodness eagerly. I sucked and tugged on her clit piercing and then finger fucked her pussy as I flicked my tongue up and down her folds. I gathered all her creaminess I could find. She was rolling her hips and panting as she tugged on her nipple rings.

Urgency was riding me hard when I abruptly lifted her off my face and tossed her aside. As she gasped, I flipped and crouched next to her. I fisted my cock and stroked it.

“On your hands and knees. Put that ass in the air,”

I growled. I wasn’t able to play the submissive at that moment.

“God, yes,”

she whimpered and did as I demanded.

Wanting to feel her pussy first, as soon as she was in position, I lined up my cock and thrust into her hard. She moaned loudly. As I stroked in and out of her fiery embrace, I found the lube she used last and applied some to my fingers. Spreading her ass cheeks, I saw her asshole and the plug. Christ, it was making her feel extra tight. I eased it out. She whimpered. With her hole still gaping from the plug, I hurriedly thrust more lube inside, made sure it was coated well, then withdrew my fingers and cock at the same time.

Without delay, I began pressing inside her ass. She took me without too much difficulty due to the plug having stretched her, but she was still tight. My cock was bigger than the toy. Alexandra began to moan and whimper. I thought it was too much and stopped advancing.

“No! Don’t stop. I want it all. Give it to me. Hurry. Oh my God, I need you to fuck me deep, hard, and fast, Carver. Please, baby. My ass is yours,”

she wailed.

That did it. I let the reins on my tenuous control slip. I growled as I thrust my cock into her ass until my balls touched her pussy. I set up a fast pace, and as I rutted in her ass, I told her what it felt like and what she was doing to me.

“Jesus Christ, your ass is tighter than a fist. It’s massaging my cock so good. How does it feel? Do you like my cross rubbing in that ass? Do you like having your man insane for you? Crazy and wanting to fuck you day and night. I want all of you, and I want you to bathe in my cum. I want you full. You know what this means, don’t you?”

I grunted.

“W-What?”

she gasped. She was breathing hard.

“Now that you proved I can go three times this quickly, I’ll be fucking your sweet mouth and giving you a load. Then it’ll be your pussy and, finally, this ass. You’ll get all three holes filled with my cum. You’ll drip with it,”

I muttered.

My hips were flexing, and I was pounding her ass as she kept thrusting back to meet me. Feeling my cum rising in my balls, I reached around and found her clit. I pinched it and tugged on her piercing. She clamped down on me so hard I could barely move, then she screamed and bucked as I held myself deep and spilled my cum in her ass. By the time we both stopped orgasming, we slumped onto the bed. I was curled behind her with my wilting cock still inside her. Son of a bitch, this was the most incredible scene ever.

“Do you think anyone would notice if we stayed here and slept all night?”

she asked weakly.

I chuckled, causing my cock to slip free. As our combined essence slipped onto the sheet. I kissed her sweaty shoulder. “They probably would when they couldn’t get in, and someone had to kick the door in. Give me time to feel my bottom half, then I’ll get you out of here and home, Domina.”

“You’re such a gentleman, Devoted,”

she said, but her voice was garbled due to her yawn. I closed my eyes and let myself drift along. I’d provide any care she needed in a few minutes.

***

After Friday night at Lustz, we’d returned home in the early morning hours. We were exhausted, so we fell into bed after a short hot shower and slept until late morning. When we got up, we organized supplies for packing next weekend and ran errands that we hadn’t gotten to after work during the week. The ordinary things millions of people do every day. Why did it feel more real and less mundane with her? I had no idea, but it did.

Alexandra and I were lazing around the house. It was Sunday, and we had to return to work the next day. We’d taken a short walk earlier before it was too hot to stand. August in Tennessee was no joke. Alexandra didn’t seem bothered by the heat and humidity. She claimed it was better than Florida. I’d never been there, so I took her word for it.

We were on my laptop checking out a decor and furniture site. She was showing me her ideas for making changes to the house. She wanted my input on whether I liked them or not. I didn’t mind if she painted or redecorated, not if it made her happy. The only rule was she couldn’t touch my office, other than paint I’d approve of, or the garage. She laughed when I told her. She said I was such a guy. I puffed out my chest, tapped it with my fist, and told her damn right I was. She giggled for a minute until I kissed her into submission.

“I thought one of these might be a good color for a new comforter on the bed. What do you think?”

she asked. I was studying her options when the doorbell interrupted us.

“Let me see who that is, and then I’ll finish looking at those. I bet it’s someone lost or looking for their dog or something,”

I told her as I rose from the couch.

We weren’t expecting anyone. I doubted my sister or our friends would drop by unexpectedly. It better not be someone selling shit. That thought had me marching to the door. Solicitation on the phone or at my door was a pet peeve of mine. I detested it. I blamed that for why I yanked the door open without checking to see who was out there. I regretted it.

My father was standing on the porch, wearing an extra stern expression. I almost slammed the door in his face, but I stopped. I didn’t know why. Maybe there was some residual belief that we should honor mothers and fathers. I glared at him. We stood there silently, battling each other with our glares. Who knows how long it might’ve lasted if he hadn’t coughed. That broke the spell.

“Father. What are you doing here?” I asked.

“I came to see my son. We have unfinished business to discuss. There’s no need to stand on the porch talking so everyone can hear us. Let me inside. It’s hotter than hell out here,”

he demanded.

“I said all I had to say on the phone on Friday. There’s nothing more to talk about. It’s the weekend. I’m busy. I’m sorry you wasted a trip from Knoxville.”

After saying it, I closed the door. Or I tried, but he wedged his foot in the doorframe before I got it fully closed.

“You might’ve said all you had to say, but I didn’t. And what are you so busy doing? You’re sitting at home on your ass, alone. Pathetic,”

he muttered disdainfully.

I felt Alexandra’s presence moments before she popped out from behind me and came to stand next to me. Her arm went around my waist. When I glanced down at her, I saw her determined expression. The one that wouldn’t bode well if the person it was directed at didn’t behave. She was on the edge of becoming Venus.

“Mr. Anderson, your son isn’t alone or doing nothing. You’re disturbing our weekend and house planning. Carver already told you that he has nothing to say to you. You should be ashamed to show your face after your sneaky call on Friday and what you demanded that he and Cady do.”

His face flushed. “No one asked for your opinion. Why don’t you leave so my son and I can talk? I don’t need his plaything telling me what to do. It’s none of your business. Leave!”

he snapped.

I was angry at the rude and callous way he was treating her. He needed to leave and had no business with me.

“Father, you will keep a civil tongue in your mouth when speaking to Alexandra. You dismiss her as insignificant. Well, I have news for you. She’s the most important person in my world. She’s the woman I love, and we’re preparing our life together. She’ll be your daughter-in-law one day.”

“You’re a fool. You don’t let women lead you around. They follow you. By the looks of this one, she thinks she’s in control. Get rid of her before it’s too late. Once they latch on, you never get rid of them. If she tries to trick you into marriage by getting pregnant, let her deal with it. You should learn from my mistake. You fuck them, you don’t marry them,”

he said acidly.

“I swear to God, if you don’t get off my property, I’ll—”

My threat was cut short by Alexandra.

“On second thought, Carver let him in. I think a long talk with your father will be good.”

I stared at her in disbelief. What made me step back and open the door wider was the wink she gave me—one he couldn’t see. She was up to something, and my curiosity was piqued. Father strolled in wearing a satisfied smirk as I swung the door open, and she backed up. I clenched my fist. Alexandra’s hand soothingly rubbed my back keeping me from punching him.

My father had never been to my home. I was surprised he knew my address, but then again, he might’ve gotten it from Mom. He scanned around him as Alexandra walked toward the living area, gesturing for him to follow. By his sneer, I knew it didn’t meet his exalted tastes, but it was more than satisfactory for me.

After I closed and locked the door, I followed them. I found him seated in my favorite chair. My woman acted like the perfect hostess and offered him a drink. I would’ve let him sit there until he died of thirst. He accepted ice water after ensuring it was bottled and not tap or filtered. His upper lip curled when he said the last two options. She assured him it was bottled. Since she and I had something already, she didn’t get us drinks.

I stood impatiently, waiting until she finished serving him. When she sank onto the couch, I sat next to her. We faced him, and I launched back into our conversation.

“Since my girlfriend was nice enough to invite you inside, I’ll hold off on kicking you off my property. Let me make this clear, Father. You and I are nothing alike, and I’ll never take your advice on shit. Your life has been one of misery, which was of your own making. In the process, you made Mom, Cady, and me miserable along with you. When I left our family home, I swore I would be a different man from you. I plan to live a happy life. Now, tell me what you needed to say that has you coming to Nashville so you will leave.”

“You can’t honestly tell me that working at your tiny, mediocre practice and living in this small, plain house with one woman at your side is what makes you happy. You’re my son. You’re meant to do bigger things. To be successful and bring honor to the Anderson name. When the time comes, you need to take over the family company. None of your uncles’ children is capable. Those two had nothing but imbeciles. Your sister has brains but doesn’t use them as she should. Besides, a woman can’t be a CEO. That’s why I called you.”

He paused. This was the first time he had mentioned me and the family company. I was curious to see where he went. I wasn’t tempted, but I wanted to know what he had in mind. When I didn’t say anything, he continued.

“Anderson Assembling is your future. You’ve got to play around and dabble in law, which might be helpful, but it was never your destiny, which is why it’s imperative you and Cady, if you can get her to control that mouth of hers, speak to Reginald Perry. His company is enormous. If we get them as a customer, Anderson’s will skyrocket. It’ll open doors for us to get business from his friends and colleagues. The future of the company would be sealed. So, you see, it wasn’t purely selfish of me to ask you to speak to him. Find a way to explain to Reginald that there was a misunderstanding or something that caused everyone’s behavior.

“He seemed impressed by you and indicated when I tried to talk to him that he would speak with you. For reasons unknown to me, his wife was taken with your sister, her friend, and this one. If you must continue to involve them, then make sure they know what to talk about and that man Cady married isn’t involved. That’s the last thing we need.”

His lip curled again.

“You realize that neither of your children wants anything to do with Anderson’s Assembling. We have no intention of taking over or continuing it, although, to be honest, I don’t believe that’s even a possibility. While Granddad was alive, he ensured things ran smoothly despite his three sons doing very little and getting paid as if they contributed.”

Father sputtered, but I kept talking over him. He needed to hear the truth, whether he believed it or not.

“It was nepotism at its worst. It was. Before he died, I saw Grandad. He asked to see me alone. He begged me to take over Anderson’s so it wouldn’t die when he was gone. He recognized that what he’d done all those years, coddling you guys, was wrong. He should’ve kicked your assess and made you work, or fired you. I apologized and told him I wouldn’t do it.”

“Like hell he did! My father wouldn’t have done that. I don’t get where you think all I did was sit around. I worked. It kept you, your mom, and your sister living great lives.”

“What great life!? Constantly being belittled and told how worthless we were and how you resented us was the opposite of a great life. We would’ve lived happily in a shack if it had meant you loving any of us. Mom still lives with you being a grade-A+ asshole and bastard to her. Why would I want to save that company?”

I snapped.

“You’re an ungrateful bastard. I knew you’d never amount to shit. Your mother made you soft, a wimp. I don’t know how you can get a woman. She must be stupid, off in the head, or into losers,”

he spat out. He was on his feet, glowering down at us. I came to mine, and Alexandra stood with me.

I opened my mouth to tell him to fuck himself and leave, but Alexandra beat me to the punch.

“You pompous, ignorant, fucking asshole! How dare you come into our home and speak to either of us this way! Your children are wonderful, and they’ll amount to more than you ever dreamed you would. And there’s nothing wrong with my head when it comes to your son. He’s a man in ways you would never comprehend. I suggest you leave before I throw your ass out. Carver shouldn’t have to get his hands dirty on his sperm donor,”

she hissed. Listening to her tear into him was turning me on. Her fire and attitude made me want her.

His expression turned thunderous. The next thing I knew, he lunged at Alexandra. I never expected him to react like that. I shocked him when I moved quicker and placed myself between them, but it wasn’t all I did.

Automatically, I had my hand gripping his throat. I squeezed enough to constrict his breathing but not enough to cut it off. However, if he laid a finger on her, I’d do more than choke him out. I let my fury show. I was a couple of inches taller than him. And I was far fitter than my father. He’d grown fat and bloated over the years. Too much rich food and drinking, and no exercise, did that to you. I gave him a slight shake as I leaned closer.

“I should choke you out and then beat your ass. You have no idea who you’re messing with. If you’d touched her, you’d be dead. I protect my woman. And let me tell you, you can disregard Hoss all you want. We know it’s because you’re a bigoted son of a bitch. However, he’s even more ruthless than I am. He’ll kill for Cady just as I will for Alexandra. You just might like his methods less than mine. And Mikhail’s family takes no prisoners. That’s what happens when you’re Bratva. If you call, email, or come near me, Alexandra, Cady, or Hoss again, you’ll get to see our ugly sides. I wish I could say the same about Mom, but until she leaves you, I can’t add her to the mix of those you can’t contact.”

“Carver, honey, he’s starting to turn purple. You’d better let go. He’s not worth staining our carpet when he shits and pisses himself, which he’s about to do.”

There was amusement in her voice. I fought back a snicker. Slowly, I eased my grip away. Father coughed and gasped as he rubbed his throat. When he was sufficiently recovered to talk, I waited for any final words before escorting him to the door.

“You’re no longer my son, and Cadence is no longer my daughter. As for your mother, that bitch packed her stuff and left yesterday. You all can rot in hell. I never want to see or hear from any of you,”

he croaked.

As his words sank in, he staggered toward the door. I followed him on autopilot. I opened the door, and he walked out. Slamming it behind him was immensely satisfying. Turning, I saw Alexandra standing there smiling. Stalking toward her, I uttered my command.

“Take off your clothes and present yourself to me. Lie over the arm of the couch with your ass in the air,”

I growled. I was thrilled to see her shiver and the need on her face igniting more. Telling my sister about this visit could wait. Right now, my woman needed me as much as I needed her.