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A Collection of Short Stories

WARNING: this story contains sexual themes, dni if you're under the age of 18, this content is not for you 🤎  

2. Date Night 

“Come on mama, you're alright,” Wren cooed to the newborn babe she cradled. It had been two months since her daughter, Snoh was born, and her life was effectively in shambles ever since. Her husband Darius owned a construction company, and took off of work for the remainder of her pregnancy and the first month of Snoh’s life, but a few weeks ago he had gone back to work and was away for majority of the day, leaving Wren alone to deal with a very colicky baby. 

Wren was miserable, pumping, and feeding, and changing dirty diapers day in and day out. She loved her baby with all her heart but that didn't make up for the fact that she needed a break. Her mother lived fairly close to the couple and offered on many occasions to help Wren with the baby but she always refused, letting her pride and stubbornness get the best of her. 

She felt like if she did ask for help, that would be a sign that she wasn't a good mother, or that she didn't have things in order, which was far from the truth. When Darius was home he’d spend quality time with their newborn, but because he’d work long hours, it wouldn't be long before he showered and eventually drifted off to sleep, to get ready for his next work day. 

When that happened, like clockwork Wren would clean up the mess she produced throughout the day, cleaning the dishes, sanitizing bottles, putting soiled clothes in the wash, and at the end of all that, she’d climb into bed with her husband, cuddle up next to him and fall asleep, only to wake up every 3 hours to nurse, or change, or to snuggle Snoh because she just wanted to be held. This was her new routine, and it was becoming even harder to settle into it. 

Sighing, Wren sat on the large couch in the middle of the living room, and pulled down her top and guiding her nipple into her baby’s mouth, and watched as she latched and began to suckle. She stroked Snoh’s plump cheek and smiled down at her, admiring the beauty of the baby she made. Hearing the door open and close, Wren looked behind her and saw her husband Darius kicking off his work boots, and hanging his coat on the rack. 

“Look at my babies” he spoke softly, and leaned down over the couch to plant a lingering kiss on his wife’s lips. “I’ll be right back” he continued before exiting the room. Wren watched as he walked away and bit her lip. With all the attention on the new little human in their lives, they barely had any time to interact with each other besides, greeting each other in the morning when Darius left for work, and saying goodnight when Darius came back later in the day. 

There was no doubt that the sexual tension between the two was starting to increase. They hadn’t had sex in about 3 months, the last time being just a couple of weeks before Wren was due, and because Wren needed to heal, and all their time was focused on their baby, the thought of sex wasn't even on their minds. Until now. 

Over the past couple of weeks, Wren would sit in the living room and wait for Darius to come home while she nursed the baby for the final time before putting her to bed. She’d wait for him to walk through the door, kiss her on the lips, and take his shower so he could wash his day away and spend time with their baby. Being a stay at home mom, the thought of her husband working to provide for them not only filled her with warmth, but aroused her greatly. 

Darius on the other hand enjoyed watching Wren be a mother. He loved the fact that his wife was able to carry and deliver their child safely, and because of that his love and appreciation for her increased tenfold. He especially admired the way her body took to this new role as well. During her pregnancy Wren’s hips widened and her breasts grew three cup sizes, going from a C cup at the start of her pregnancy, to a triple D at the end, and Darius loved every bit of it. 

After about twenty minutes of nursing, Wren removed her nipple from Snoh’s mouth and sat her upright, supporting her head and neck with with her left hand, and using her right to gently pat her baby’s back, and after a minute or so she received a well earned burp. Moving to her feet Wren walked up the stairs to the second floor, and entered her bedroom. 

She got comfortable in bed with her child laid comfortably in her arms and quietly sang to her as she drifted off to sleep, watching as Snoh fought her sleep before eventually dozing off. Wren shifted and gently laid her baby in the cot right next to her side of the bed, and sighed in relief as she laid back and shut her eyes. 

The sound of the bathroom door opening made Wren look to the bathroom, and she watched as Darius walked out with his towel wrapped around his waist, and as the droplets of water ran down his chest, making her heartbeat accelerate, and the all too familiar feeling of the pulsing between her legs increase. 

Darius walked into the closet and tossed his soiled work clothes into the hamper, then before exiting he dropped his towel and put on a pair of briefs. With the way their room was set up,  Wren could see into their closet and as he dropped his towel, she had a full view of his naked body. Her eyes roamed his body, and the lower she got, the more aroused she became. 

Huffing she looked away from her husband and crossed her legs to ease some of the tension she felt in her lower body. Feeling the bed dip Wren turned back to face her husband, and watched as he got comfortable in the bed. Darius smiled at her and leaned in to kiss her lips while wrapping his arm around her waist, pulling her on top of him. She straddled his lap and snaked her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss by slipping her tongue into his mouth. 

Darius placed his hands on her hips and held her there as he rubbed his bulge up against her. This action earned a quiet whimper from his wife and while they kissed, his hands moved from her waist and up to her breasts. He was hesitant about squeezing them, so instead he broke the kiss, removed her tank top and peppered gentle kisses all over her chest. 

“I missed you today baby” He murmured, moving his kisses from her chest to her neck. 

“I’ve been missing you too,” Wren spoke quietly, “It’s been so lonely here without you. Don't get me wrong I love our baby and taking care of her but I just wish I had more time to spend with you” she continued. 

Stopping what he was doing, Darius locked eyes with his wife. He sighed and embraced her in a tight hug, and kissed the side of her face while he spoke. “I’m sorry Wren,” he started, “I know things are hard because I’m back at work, and I don’t want you to feel like you’re going through this alone. I love you so much and I’m so thankful that you were the woman to deliver our daughter. I want you to know we’re in this together, and if you need me I’m here.”

With tears in her eyes Wren nodded and laid her head on his shoulder, sniffling every so often. “How about tomorrow we go on a date? I’ll call my mom and you know she’ll be more than happy to watch Snoh and we can just have the day to ourselves. No diapers, no bottles, no 3 am feedings, just us for the day.” She suggested. 

Darius nodded at the suggestion, and trailed his fingers up and down her back, rubbing small circles in her lower back. “I like that Idea. I’ll take the weekend off and have one of my guys take over for me” he said. Wren nodded and sat up, wiping her eyes. “I love you” she stated.

“I love you too” he replied, pecking her lips a few times, then giving her one last kiss before he laid back with her still on his chest. He continued to gently run his fingers up and down her back until they both eventually fell asleep. 

The Next Morning 

Waking up, Wren noticed she was no longer in the comfort of her husband’s arms, but instead in the bed alone. She rubbed her eyes and adjusted to her surroundings before noticing that Snoh, was also not in the room with her. Confused, she threw on one of Darius’ shirts and made her way out of their bedroom and down the stairs, where she was greeted with a shirtless Darius dancing in the kitchen as he cooked. 

Wren creeped up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Good morning baby. Where’s Snoh?” she asked as her hands roamed his stomach and chest. 

“Your mom was so excited to watch her grandbaby that she came at the crack of dawn to pick her up.” he said, chuckling. 

Wren giggled and shook her head at the thought, that was definitely something her mother would do. “ Why didn't you wake me though?” she questioned. 

“Because you needed your rest, and if you would’ve seen her leaving you wouldn't have wanted her to go”  he said, as he turned around to face her, and once he did he leaned down and kissed her all over her face, before leaving one final kiss on her lips. 

Sighing, Wren frowned. “I miss her already. I know she misses me too, we would’ve usually started our day with her eating, and then she’d watch me take a bath, then we’d get dressed, then-” She rambled before Darius cut her off. 

“Baby, today is about us. Snoh will be perfectly fine with your mom. They have everything they need in the diaper bag, plus extras just in case.” He said, trying to assure her. 

Nodding she buried her head into his chest and clung to him as tightly as she could. “You don't know how much I’ve been missing this...how much I’ve been missing us” she told him. 

“If its anything like how I've been feeling I know all too well mamas. I’ve been thinking about this since you brought it up last night, I have more than enough workers to cover the workload, so I’m going to start going in 3 times a week instead of 5. I will have to put in a couple of more hours when I'm working but it'll give me the opportunity to be here for you whenever you need me, and I wont be missing out on Snoh’s major milestones. What do you think?” he asked. 

“I think this sounds great, but are you sure we’ll be okay?” 

“We’ll be okay, I promise, I got yall and would never do anything to interfere with our financial stability” he reaffirmed. 

“Okay then, I think you should do it” Wren beamed. She couldn't help but show her excitement about Darius being home more, and she was more than happy to spend more time together as a family. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of diapers and bottles but now that Darius assured her he’d be home more, she felt that weight lift off her shoulders. 

Darius kissed her forehead and slapped her bottom, before finishing breakfast. While he did that Wren set the table, got some apple juice from the fridge and filled their glasses with the liquid. Darius plated the food, and sat the plates in their respective spots, and before she sat down, Darius pulled Wren into his lap and wrapped his arm firmly around her waist. 

Giggling at her husband Wren picked up her fork and began to eat, Darius doing the same. They took turns feeding each other while laughing and joking the entire time. This would continue throughout the day, the couple would laugh and joke and cling to one another. Wherever Darius went Wren would follow, and wherever Wren would go Darius was right there with her.

Hours passed and the couple was dressed and ready to go on their date. Wren untwisted her hair and wore her natural curls while Darius put his locs in a bun at the top of his head. They made their final adjustments to themselves and their outfits before finally making their way out of the house and to their car. The pair had settled on going to a local family owned restaurant, something they’d both been familiar with. 

Sitting in the driveway of their home, Darius pulled out a thick, beautifully wrapped joint, and smirked as he waved it in front of his wife. “Hotbox before we eat?” he asked. Wren had already anticipated that she’d have to dump any milk that she pumped throughout the day, so she nodded eagerly, and watched as Darius lit the joint. Before getting pregnant, smoking weed together was something they'd do regularly, but once Wren got pregnant, the pair decided to quit.  

The two passed the joint between one another, smoking it until it was barely even big enough to hold. Darius threw the roach into the ashtray so it could burn out, and started the car. Wren connected her phone to the car’s Bluetooth and let her RnB playlist run. 

On the way to the restaurant, Wren’s mother flooded her with pictures of her and the baby doing many activities. The pictures showcased them going on a walk, Snoh taking a nap, her mother cooking, and watching Judge Judy, making wren laugh. At a red light she showed Darius the pictures and he chuckled along with her.

“Send me those” he said in between laughs, “I told you she’d be alright, she’s even learning about how the justice system works” 

Wren giggled and playfully rolled her eyes. “You know good and well my baby wanna watch cocomelon, not no damn Judge Judy. I don’t know why my mama got her watching that foolishness”  

Snickering, Darius shook his head as he pulled into the lot of the restaurant. He parked the car in the closest available spot and made his way out of the car, and over to Wren’s side, opening the door for her. They walked into the restaurant hand in hand, and waited in the foyer to be seated. 

Once seated at their table, the waiter greeted them, got their drink orders and left to give them some time to decide what they wanted. “Have you decided what you want?” Wren asked her husband. 

Darius continued to look over the menu and nodded his head. “Yeah, Ima get the chicken fried steak, with the baked macaroni, red beans and rice, and some good ole collard greens” he said, a big goofy grin sprawling across his face. 

Wren nodded and continued to look over the menu as well. “That sounds really good, I think I’m gonna go with the smothered turkey leg, black eyed peas, baked mac and green beans” she beamed. By this point the two were definitely feeling the effects of the joint they smoked, and were happily waiting for their food to arrive. Once they decided what they wanted, the waiter returned a few minutes later, wrote down their orders then took their menus.  

Crumpling up the wrapper to his straw, Darius flicked it at Wren and watched it bounce off her forehead. He erupted into a fit of laughter and dodged the numerous sugar packets being thrown his way, earning strange looks from the neighboring tables. 

Wren threw one last sugar packet and laughed when it smacked him in the face. “That’ll teach you to leave me alone” she teased.

“Don’t worry, ima get my revenge when we get back to the house” he murmured and picked up the packets that surrounded him, then neatly placed them back in their designated container. 

After another 15 minutes of the couple playfully bickering and messing with one another, their food was served.  “Do you want some?” Wren asked. Darius looked at her plate and nodded. 

“Let me get some of that turkey leg, and I’ll trade you some of this steak” he replied. Wren obliged and cut him a piece as he did the same, then placed it on his plate. 

The couple ate in silence, often taking bites of food from the others plate. Wren, being full after a while, sat back and took a sip of her drink, feeling bloated after the large meal she had. She closed her eyes and sighed in relief, until the sound of an infant crying made her abruptly sit back up.

Darius, confused looked at his wife in concern. His eyes traveled from her face to her breasts, and his eyes widened once he saw her once white shirt turn transparent.

Wren's cheeks flushed in embarrassment and quickly crossed her arms over her chest, attempting for cover her now milk stained shirt. Darius took off his jacket and handed it to her, as well as the keys to their car. "Go wait for me in the car baby, I'll box all this up" he told her. She nodded and nearly ran out of the building.

Flagging down the waiter, Darius paid for their meal, asked for to go containers, and when the waiter returned with his card and the to go boxes, he quickly filled them, left a tip and followed after Wren.

While in the car, Wren decided to call her mother to check on her newborn. "Mom it was so embarrassing. I don't think anyone even saw but the fact that I leaked THROUGH my bra made me want to cry" she whined, watching as her mother warmed a bottle for the baby.

"Don't worry about it child, you're a new mother, it happens to all of us" she reassured setting the phone on the counter. "When I drop my grandbaby off on Sunday I'll bring you some nipple pads."

"Thank you mommy" Wren spoke softly as Darius opened the door and got in. "I'll call you back later though, I'm about to go home and take a hot bath, maybe even cry a lil" she said.

"Aht aht! None of that crying girl. You gone be alright, and next time you'll know better. Everything is a learning experience!" Her mother continued. "Darius, son don't let Wren beat herself up over this, you know how she gets."

"I got you mama, she gone be alright I promise" he responded, making Wren roll her eyes.

"I love how yall talk about me like I'm not even here" she mumbled. "Alight mama I love you, ill talk to you later" she spoke, then ended the call.

Sighing, Wren took off Darius' jacket, tossed it in the backseat and unhooked her bra, doing the same. She looked down at her shirt and shook her head. "I definitely didn't anticipate that happening"

"Like your mom said, don't beat yourself up. You're a new mother and that's your bodies natural response to feed our baby" Darius spoke as he took her hand and kissed it.

Still feeling embarrassed, Wren nodded and left the conversation at that.

Throughout the drive home Darius continued to hold Wren's hand, kissing it every so often. The drive back to their home was silent, and once they got back they made their way inside. Darius placed the food in the refrigerator before making his way upstairs, into their bedroom, and to their en suite bathroom.

He turned the knob on the faucet, and placed his hand under the running water to make sure it was hot enough. As the water ran he walked out of the bathroom, and sat at the foot of their bed, watching Wren remove her jewelry and makeup.

Wren looked at him through the mirror of her vanity, and turned around to face him. "I'm sorry our date was cut kind of short" she said with a pout then threw away the cotton pad she was using.

"You don't have to apologize to me Wren" he spoke as he stood up from the bed. He walked in front of her and softly touched her face, stroking I with the pad of his thumb. "The night definitely isn't over, and I'm glad we were able to spend some time together, without having to be parents for the night."

Looking up at her husband, Wren stood from her seat and wrapped her arms around his neck, still maintaining eye contact. "I'm glad we got to spend time together as well, I've been missing us so much. You have no idea how happy today has made me."

Darius rested his hands on Wren's backside and rubbed it before giving I a firm squeeze. "This bath gone make you even happier. Go get in" he said as he smiled.

Wren placed a lingering kiss on his lips then turned to walk away, and as she did Darius watched before delivering a hard slap to her bottom. "Damn" he mumbled as his wife yelped and rubbed the area he slapped.

Stripping from his clothes, Darius followed his wife into the bathroom and turned off the water, pouring Wren's favorite soap into the warm water. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her now nude body while burying his head in the crook of her neck.

His hands roamed her body, from her navel up to her breasts, and once he reached them he gave them a gentle squeeze. He then began to kiss and suck on her neck, pinching her nipples while doing so. Darius slowly moved his hips, letting Wren feel his hard bulge pressed against her.

Wren softly moaned, and closed her eyes as she moved her hips with his, matching his rhythm. She leaned forward and looked back at Darius, pushing her wet pussy up against his dick. "Mmmm I've missed how good you felt inside me" she purred.

Darius grabbed the base of his dick, and rubbed his tip up against her clit. He would start to put in the tip, then abruptly take it out, and continue to rub himself up against his wife. "Oh yeah? Tell me how much you want this dick" he teased, rubbing his hand down her back and up her neck until he grabbed a fistful of her hair.

Whining at the fact that Darius was teasing her, the next time he pushed in the tip of his dick, Wren quickly moved her body back onto him, moaning out in pleasure when he entered her fully. "I want you to stop fucking playing with me" she mumbled.

Darius sent a hard slap to her ass, and pulled himself out, letting her go. He went and sat in the bath with a smirk, waiting for Wren to join him. Wren by this point was aroused, and frustrated at the fact that her husband wouldn't give her what she wanted. She sat in the bath facing him, and sent him a glare when he rubbed her thighs.

"Don't touch me" she huffed. Darius laughed at this and leaned forward, coming face to face with his wife. He spread her legs and gently ran his thumb over her clit.

Quiet moans left her lips, making Darius smile. "I thought you didn't want me to touch you?" he questioned.

Wren ignored him and shut him up by attaching her lips to his, and engulfing him in a sloppy kiss. She moaned throughout the kiss as he continued to play with her. Darius broke the kiss and watched his wife writhe underneath him. He used his free hand to grope one of her breasts, putting her nipple in his in his mouth when he noticed her milk leaking out.

Hearing his wife's moans, Darius groaned as he pleased her, feeling his erection begin to throb. When Wren began to frantically move her hips again his fingers, he knew she was close and abruptly picked her up out of the tub, and carried her back into the room.

He laid her down on the bed and spread her legs. Wren watched him while propping herself up on her elbows, and scooted closer to the edge of the bed. Darius leaned down and kissed his wife as he aligned himself with her entrance. As she slipped her tongue into his mouth, he pushed his dick all the way into her.

Wren gripped his forearm and broke the kiss as moans spilled from her lips. Darius grabbed her hands and moved them above her head. He thrusted his hips at a moderate pace, being cautious as to not cum too fast, but being as neither of them had had sex in months, this would be a hard task.

Darius loved feeling the warmth of his wife's wet pussy. He enjoyed the way she felt around him, and being inside of her after so long nearly sent him over edge as soon as he entered. Watching as her face changed with each stroke, he sped up his pace. He let go of her hands and firmly gripped her hips, moving her down on his dick as he thrusted.

Feeling her orgasm rapidly building, Wren clenched her walls around Darius in an attempt to get him to slow down, but in turn he went faster. As her moans grew, and turned into cries, Wren wrapped her legs around her husband's waist, tightly trapping him in her sea of wetness.

As he groaned and moaned, Darius could feel that building sensation in his stomach, and knew that after a few more strokes he'd cum. He leaned down once more and kissed his wife on the lips, switching his stroke from fast and hard, to slow and powerful. He pounded into his wife and felt her walls tightening around him once more, this time feeling her cum spray his lower waist and stomach, and once she orgasmed, so did he, unloading his warm cum inside of her.

The two breathlessly watched one another, Darius throbbing as he was still inside Wren's wet pussy. Wren pushed him out, and shivered while doing so. She stood, wobbled for a second, and regained her balance before pushing Darius down on the bed.

She bent down and wiped their foreheads, then straddled his lap. Wren wrapped her arms around his neck, placed a sensual kiss on his lips, and reached down, rubbing Darius' still hard dick.

Stroking him for a second, she depends the kiss then lifted herself and as she lowered, she pushed Darius back inside of her. The two moaned in unison, with Darius tightly wrapping his arms around Wren's waist. Wren started off slow, still feeling tender from their last round, but this time she wanted to be in control.

She slowly rotated her hips against him, trying to hold back her moans, earning a hard slap to her ass. "Nah baby, let it out, I wanna hear how much you love this dick" Darius spoke in almost a growl.

Following his instructions, Wren moaned each time she lowered herself on his dick. He was angled perfectly so that he'd hit her spot with each stroke, and that he did. Darius thrusted his hips matching his wife's rhythm and slapped her ass a few more times, each one echoing louder than the last.

"You have no idea how much I've missed this dick" Wren moaned breathlessly.

Darius groaned hearing this, and stood to his feet. "You gone take it?" he asked, putting her back up against a wall, then looped his arms underneath her knees so that she was secure.

Before she could even reply, Darius roughly thrust into her, causing Wren to cry out in pleasure. She clung to him as he relentlessly pounded into her. Her voice soon became lost in her throat and all she could do was whimper and groan to show her satisfaction.

Darius nipped at her neck, leaving a trail of swollen love bites along her neck and chest. He peppered kisses all over her face, continuing to keep up his fast rhythm. "I love this pussy, fuck I missed it so much. I missed you so much baby" he moaned in her ear.

Hearing this, Wren clenched her walls around his dick, and continued to moan while he stroked into her. She looked up at him, and into his eyes as she furrowed her eyebrows, feeling that familiar sensation building in the pit of her stomach. Darius never slowed this time, and continued his pace, hitting her g-spot over and over with each thrust of his hips.

Screaming out, Wren subconsciously dug her nails into his flesh as she begun to shake, at the sheer power of her orgasm. Unable to contain it Wren squirted all over them both, and once she was finished she continued to tremble in Darius's arms.

As he felt his wife's walls clench around him for the last time, Darius came just as she did and continued to throb inside for a second, before pulling out and watching his cum drip from her tight pussy. He kissed her forehead, and walked them back over to their bed.

Looking down at her he seen that his wife was already fast asleep. He chuckled at this and yawned, feeling sleepy himself. Darius Laid them down and fell asleep there, with his wife laid peacefully on his chest, both of them putting the other to sleep.

[constellation-sol]

i just want a Darskin GF that i can spoil and make happy

[xxtraord1nary]

POV

Fandom: Open Heart

Pairing: Tobias Carrick x f!mc (Charlotte West)

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Constructive criticism is always welcome! No hate please and thank you for reading reblog and comment if you enjoyed.

Summary: A very naughty and heavily pregnant Charlotte much prefers her handsome lovers point of view.

Warnings: Strong Language, Fellatio, Sex, and a tad of dark humor. If that makes you uncomfortable please exit stage left because you’ve been warned. Overall vulgar.

Tag list: @katkart122 @missmiimiie @openheartfanfics

“Tobias, I am not playing with you get that damn camera out of my face! It's way too early for your shit.” Charlotte snapped whilst swatting at the pest she called a husband as he continued to record his very moody wife with his old camera he found a couple a months ago when Char ordered him with a broom in hand to go “clean that damn garage” or he could sleep on the couch for a month, so that being all the motivation he needed Tobias got to it with vigor.

“You're really good at this whole black mama thing Charlie.” he teases with a shit eating grin plastered on his stupidly perfect face. “Keep it up and I’ll be a single black mama if you don’t quit.” she grunted while taking down her plaited kinky tendrils that in the morning tended to have a mind of their own.

“Now why would you say that?”

“Because I’m going to kill you” she said whilst continuing to grumpily apply toothpaste to her electric toothbrush.

“Really talking like that when I’m recording, then the police will immediately know who to be held responsible in the case of my untimely demise, Charlie.” he further ribbed while shaking his head playfully behind the lens.

“Screw you and the police Carrick.” she spat.

“Babe, you know all you have to do is corporate and let me get my daily picture of you and our little Tiny Tia. So get with the program.” he chided with a small but genuine smile as he further gazed at the love of his life and their little one growing inside her very pregnant belly.

“Alright two things: that name is super cute and I’m surprised you came up with that yourself.”

“I’m good for something, see?” to which she answered with a ‘meh’ and shrug of her shoulders.

“I’m offended.” and again another answer in the form of shrugged shoulders and a hard roll of the eyes.

“Now for two, why on earth do you need a picture every day?” she whined with tired eyes.

“This is our first child out of many, I need to capture every moment. Now lift up your shirt!” he confidently proclaimed.

She didn’t want to burst his little bubble but if he thought for a second she was pushing another of his big headed babies out of her lady parts he was sorely mistaken. ‘What the hell is “out of many” anyways?’ she pondered with a perplexed expression. “Absolutely not, I look like a gross ragamuffin.”

He sighed, “Charlie lift up your shirt or I’m gonna hold out.” he asservated pleased with her shocked expression. “Oh yeah, hold out what exactly?” she challenged with raised eyebrows. He knew the denial of sex would be the thing to do it for her. Already she had an insatiable sexual appetite hence here they were here six months pregnant, but pregnancy hormones only amplified that. “You really don’t wanna play those games with me Tobias, or you’ll find yourself handcuffed to bed and taken by force.” she lightheartedly fired back. “I’m quite intrigued as long as I can return the favor.” he huskily dropped an octave and whispered to her. She shivered and scoffed “You a silly little freak.” with a laugh.

“Honestly Charlie, all this is unnecessary as all I wanted was my pictures and could have been going about my business by now but someone refused to get along with the picture. Pun heavily intended.” he sighed.

“Okay I’ll bite, but what are you even doing with these pictures?”

“Well, if you must know. I take your picture or video then I pleasure myself.” he sexily drawled “then upload it online to make a virtual scrapbook.” he happily finished. “Why am I not surprised?” she chuckled as she shoved his laughing form. “Wait, you still masturabte?” she inquisitively questioned.

“Well, yeah sometimes you're in a horrifying mood and I’d rather work with what I’ve got than you ripping my head off, do you?”

“Actually no, not since I met you at least.” she truthfully noted, as her hands just didn’t do the job since Dr. Tobias Carrick waltzed into her life with his devilishly handsome face and rocked her world.

“I’m doing my job right then.” he pressed with a smirk. “Mhm, too right if you ask me.” she quipped pointing to her very round and beautiful stomach adorned with barely visible glittery stretch marks that only magnified her beauty and strength. “What’s on your mind now?” he pried while she poked at her bump in the mirror. “Me and Sienna, Aurora, and Jackie are going out to Carson Beach and I can’t decide whether to wear a two or one piece.”

“Two pieces of course so I can enjoy the fruits of my labor.” he smiled proudly.

“Four minutes hardly constitutes at “labor” she mocked with air quotes. He smacked his teeth in annoyance, “If you loved me you’d do this for me.” he pleaded. And now it was her turn to kiss her teeth, “Fine!” she huffed. “But leave my face out of it, I look icky in the mornings.” to which he eagerly disagreed and pecked her lips but not before muttering something along the lines of “stunning”.

“Alright, I’ll give you your little video but you have to do something for me.” she suggestively proposed. To which he readily agreed as he loved her ‘just been fucked’ afterglow. He then turned off the old camcorder and attempted to put it away but she fingered the loops of his jeans “Uh uh turn it back on.”

He was sure his eyes were completely bulging out of his skull and managed to mutter a “Charlie a-are you serious?” in his daze. She nodded and sunk down to her knees as she slowly tugged down his boxers and elicited a low groan from him.

In the lens of the camera she expertly handled his member with care and tenderly began to stroke him giggling at his floored expression. “You ready for me, Tobias?” she tantalizingly asked not ceasing her stroking. Receiving an eager nod and thumbs up from the camera she smirked at her success in making the talkative bastard speechless. Expertly she teased his large in girth and lengthy member with the tip of her tongue before guiding him into her mouth as she had done tons of times before sucking her mans dick like a woman starved.

“Oh god, slow down baby.” Tobias pitifully groaned while screwing his mind down as the love of his life expertly worked him. “You wanna be inside me, baby?” she whispered in a sultry tone against the head of his member cursing a pleasant shiver to rack his body. He didn’t answer but instead made a gesture behind the camera for me to turn around. He thanked the heavens above for the easy access and the fact that she was wearing one of his shirts and abandoned underwear long ago. She hissed as his large strong hand cam crashing down on her bare ass, and soothed the pleasant sting with a soft rub. “Perfect.” he murmured as he continued his caressing of her more than generous backside. “How’s the view?” she asked with a wink through the mirror.

And with a quick and brutal thrust he was inside leaving her panting mess on the cold surface of the bathroom countertop as she moaned slowly.

“Amazing.” he quickly answered before he began his unrelenting deep thrust. “Deeper” she moaned out in the air. Resting on her palms and easing away from the countertop she made eye contact with a chipper Tobias as he violently thrust into her and she had to brace herself. “Where are you going Char?” Tobias teased as she stood on her tiptoes desperately in an unsuccessful attempt of creating space between them.

“Damn I know I told him deeper, but now he's just showing out for the camera.” she thought while groaning as he hit a spot inside her making let out a loud guttural moan. He made the most out of his opportunity reaching to rub her clit. Moaning even louder he soon used one hand to grip her shoulder as he angled the camcorder downwards to catch sight of his pelvis meeting her dripping cunt. Closing her eyes for some reprieve she opened them to meet Tobias’s eyes in the mirror to find him damn near gnawing through his lip to hold back his loud groans.

Her release soon crep up on her and she moaned loudly, “Baby, I-” to which he cut her off as he sped up his tireless thrust, “Me too. Don’t wait for me.” and with that she came harder than ever and fell back on the counter, a panting mess and sweating bullets and winced as he pulled out of her. She mistakenly thought he was going to clean her only for him to zoom in the camera to get a close up of her used pussy with his milky cum dripping out of her.

Once he caught his breath he chuckled “That was amazing and it wasn’t even my birthday.” to which she rolled her eyes with a dazed expression and a small smile on her face since enjoying the after effects of their morning activities.

“Yeah yeah you better delete that.” she warned turning on the shower.

“Uh-Uh Charlie we just made a porno, I’m downloading this to my USB and keeping it in my safe.” he remarked while being transfixed at the camcorder in his hands causing her to snort with laughter.

“Whatever, if it gets leaked I better get paid for it.” she declared while leaving to her shower leaving Tobias in a cheerful fit of post orgasmic laughter.

Fin.

A/N: That was nasty and you read it so you’re nasty too.

[blackgirlsreadromance]

Review: Rebel

Rebel by Beverly Jenkins

*Warning: This review contains mild spoilers*

CW: racialized violence, murder, sexism

Categories: M/F, historical romance, virgin heroine, arranged marriage

A note: I don’t read a ton of historical romance involving POC, mostly because I just haven’t found the right ones yet. I don’t want to read stories about slaves suffering for their love, I definitely don’t want any slave-falls-in-love-with-master BS...in general, I don’t want to read love stories set during U.S. slavery. But there is one huge exception, and that is Beverly Jenkins (Lydia San Andreas is another exception, but I haven’t read much of her yet). Ms. Jenkins writes the most thorough, well-researched, non-problematic, historical romances I’ve ever read. It’s not just a romance, it’s a history lesson. Some take place before the Civil War, some just after, and they’re set all over the U.S. -- out west, up north, and across the south. Every time I read one of her historical romances, I learn something about the history of Black people in this country, and I love it.

Rebel was no exception. Rebel is set during the Reconstruction Era, after the Civil War, and our heroine, Valinda Lacy has moved to New Orleans from New York to help teach freedmen to read. Val is the kind of woman the term spitfire was made for. She’s sheltered and innocent, but super feisty and a big believer that women can do anything men can do. When we first meet Val, she is talking her way out of some trouble with white supremacists who have come to terrorize her school, and the way she handles that situation shows us how bold she’ll continue to be throughout the book.

Our hero is Drake LeVeq. Drake is tall and muscular with dark brown skin and a beard, i.e., sexy as hell. He’s got four brothers and is super close with his mother, who definitely taught him to respect strong women. Side note -- one of my favorite things about Beverly Jenkins is she is one of few authors I read who regularly write BWBM romance. So many authors write interracial relationships with Black women and men of different races, which are fine, too. But I love Black men as romantic leads. And I know others write them, so it’s on me to expand my horizons and find some more good ones. 

Anyway, Drake is sexy, a fact that Val realizes immediately because she is neither blind nor dead. They get to know each other quickly after Valinda loses her room in a boarding house and Drake’s mother agrees to let the young teacher stay with her. The tension between Val and Drake builds beautifully through the story, with lots of flirting and pushing boundaries, but it’s clear that Drake is willing to take the relationship to whatever level Val will let him. And Val, free-thinking woman that she is, makes a choice to have some experiences with Drake that she knows she won’t have in the marriage of convenience she’s planning with a friend.

That marriage of convenience is the first obstacle to Val and Drake’s relationship (well, not the first -- the first is that she doesn’t believe in love at first, but you know she’ll get over that!). Val’s plan is that when her fiance returns from France with his business partner, he and Val will go back to New York to get married. But after meeting the LeVeq family, when the fiance arrives in New Orleans sort of unexpectedly, Val has to confront her feelings and make some tough decisions about what she wants out of life.

The second obstacle is Val’s overbearing father, who doesn’t believe women should be allowed to do anything without the permission of a man. He’s not too pleased with her choice of husband, nor her desire to be independent. But if you know anything about Valinda by now, you know she ain’t tryin’ to hear that. The resolution of that storyline is extremely satisfying, and left me proud of more than one character in the book.

There’s also so much history naturally woven throughout this story. We learn about the Freedmen’s Bureau, established to help recently-freed slaves find work, education, and other things they’d need for their new lives but hamstrung by politics and finances and other concerns. There are incidents of racial violence and fear-mongering, and shows of strength where the Black people in this story don’t allow themselves to be beaten down by that violence, but face it head-on (and dole out some violence of their own). There are lovely little touches of New Orleans culture, including discussion of some of the tension between former slaves and the free Creole community, and descriptions of gumbo or the celebratory-yet-mournful music accompanying a funeral procession.

I really enjoyed this story. Our hero and heroine have great chemistry, and Val builds strong female relationships during the story, too. The sex scenes are hot but sweet. I cared as much as about the overall storyline -- will Val get to stay in New Orleans and teach? -- as I did about the romance. Overall, just a sweet, fun, educational read that had me cheering for our heroine the whole time.

Review: 4 kisses 💋💋💋💋

[living-vibrantly]

That’s the golden time of day..

[emppatt]