Bad Habits Part 36

Mathew groaned, slowed his pa.s.sionate thrusts to swirling hip pushes before withdrawing. He dropped back on the sofa. Kim was quick to maneuver. She got on him again so they were face to face while she rode his d.i.c.k. Those eyes of his were smoldering with desire, focused solely on her. Kim had never known eyes such as his, so hot in their intensity. She gripped his shoulders, unable to look away. Her endurance wavered under his power driving maneuvers, and those beautiful eyes held her captive as he hit the corners and went deep with each rise and fall on his c.o.c.k. After four rounds of lovemaking, with him only e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.n.g. once, he knew her body completely. His mastery allowed him to pluck all the right chords, drawing her nearer then just beyond the reach of another climax.

"You still want me to stop?" he panted, sensing her struggles, her pleasure and sensing that she lied and wanted nothing but. A seductive smile crossed his lips as she trembled in response once his a.s.s worked in a continual swirl and the thrusting had him tickling her deeply rooted g-spot. She shook her head no, unable to say a word out of her constricted throat. Her tongue flickered out and moistened her impossibly dry lips. "Mat-thew." She breathed his name in two distinct syllables.

"You're so beautiful. Do you know that? And you feel-" He licked his own lips, lifting up with one hand braced to the top of the sofa bed and another flat to the mattress so he could see his d.i.c.k go in and out of her p.u.s.s.y. "You feel so soft, so warm...p.u.s.s.y so f.u.c.king juicy. It's good, real good," he groaned.

Her eyes shut again. The muscles in her inner thighs trembled again. She held on wanting the feeling, the loving and the way he made her feel in his arms to go on forever and ever. "You know how long I've waited for this?" he asked, now teasing her with slow movements, yet remaining impossibly hard and thick, filling her up, deep. "How I've dreamed of this body, your body...long before I ever got the courage to say a word to you?"

Her eyes fluttered shut and her mouth opened to speak, but she just let go a pa.s.sionate sigh with her brows creased deeply in confusion. Did he know? Know what? She wished he'd stop talking and just f.u.c.k her. They were just friends, and this was just an extension of that friendship, pleasing each other. He spoke to her as if... she didn't want him to go into the 'if'. She just wanted to enjoy the moment. And by G.o.d he was making sure she did. He kept grooving in and out of her, oblivious to her mounting discomfort. His eyes lowered to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s now glistening with beads of perspiration. "I imagined these b.r.e.a.s.t.s, Kim. Did you know that? I imagined that they would be tipped with large brown areolas, darker than your skin. Yeah, just like this." His gaze flipped up. He kept rolling his hips. "Look at me when I'm talking to you."

Kim swallowed the lump of emotion in her throat. She regulated her breathing the best she could and focused on his voice again, on his beautiful caring eyes. "I imagined how your nipples would come to life when I took them into my mouth, worried them with my teeth, lapped at them with my tongue. Yes, baby, do you know how much I love to suck them?" Before she could answer, his head dropped to tweak her nipples. He rolled his tongue over a sweaty peak and sucked it in through his teeth just as he said. A current, more like a lightning bolt of sensations, shocked her entire breast, delivering a punch of adrenaline through her heart. Involuntarily, the walls of her p.u.s.s.y clenched in response. A deep guttural groan escaped through his throat. A cry for mercy tipped her lips but got lost in her heavy breathing. She could feel the vibration on his tongue as he chuckled deep in his throat from her response. He felt it too, and gave her several deep strokes as a reminder he was far from done.

He released her b.r.e.a.s.t.s smiling, looking into her eyes once more. "I imagined how you would beg me to suck them just like that and how you would wind your hips just like this. Mmm, yes, like this. Do you want me to pet your pretty p.u.s.s.y or own it-ummm yeah, just like that. Do you know how hard it is for a man to live off his imagination when you are so close?"

"I-don't care!" Kim gasped. "Stop talking and just f.u.c.k me!"

Mathew chuckled a deep baritone of a chuckle that made it clear he'd do as he please. He hit her spot again, and she swallowed the rest of her complaint.

Mathew grinned. "You don't tell me what to do, Kim." He thrust into her hard and fast. "You hear me? You're mine now. At last," he chuckled. "Did you ever wonder what it would be like to have my c.o.c.k pounding into your tight p.u.s.s.y and my mouth on your juicy nipples? Me loving you so hard until you can't deny that you're mine?"

She shook her head no, because it was true. When did she have any time to dream of such things? She was barely hanging on. He lowered his face to hers and kissed her softly. "I know," he said against her lips. "I know, so I imagined for us both." His tongue speared deep. She opened her mouth wider, taking on a more pa.s.sionate demanding kiss. Finally, he did let her leg drop. It went limp to the sofa bed and then got scooped up by the crease of his arm, the other one too. She wiggled sensations back into her toes that had gone numb from the awkward pinning. He lifted his torso again, never breaking his connection, pelvis to pelvis, with devilment in his eyes. How long could he go on like this? She feared the boys would wake any minute. She knew they would. The internal clock as a mother kept ticking the warning. They had minutes, just minutes left to this tango.

But he felt so good. What could she do but offer him as much p.u.s.s.y as he could stand?

"d.a.m.n, you're so tight. So yummy and f.u.c.king tight! That's right. Give it to me. Give me more of that sweetness. I can't let it go. I can't," he panted.

"Please stop torturing me," she pleaded, so stuffed with him that she could account for each thick veined inch of him as he glided in and out of her.

Soon Kim got her wish. The games neared an end. With his b.a.l.l.s smacking against the bottom of her a.s.s, his p.u.b.es sc.r.a.ping her c.l.i.t and his d.i.c.k tunneling, he drove them both at breakneck speed to the point-of-no-return. He kept looking down to watch his withdrawal and re-entry between their sweaty bodies. The sound of wet flesh smacking against wet flesh, along with their pleasured moans and groans, created a sweet symphony throughout the room. As the mattress creaked and the boat swayed in sync with his maneuvers, she felt her climax like a tightly wound spring in her center threatening to snap at any moment. She held tight to it, hoping he'd join her. Her bottom lip quivered from the exertion. He kept thrusting. She shot her hips back with each strike giving as good as she got, and soon she was racked with shakes of restraint all over. She didn't want it to end, didn't want him to stop f.u.c.king her, but he had spent so much time teasing her with his words of adoration, and promises to be the man she needed, that she had no choice.

Kim exploded.

Bands of color flashed under her tightly shut lids as her p.u.s.s.y clamped down hard on his jerking c.o.c.k seeking to milk him dry. She barely heard his shouts of completion over the thundering beats of her own heart. He was losing the battle as well. His head went back and the veins in his neck thickened as his face went red and flushed before he exploded too.

Kim gave a pleasurable moan and her body went limp. She collapsed under him. He fell on her, heavily panting in her ear. "I'm in love," he wheezed.

She tensed all over, blinking sweat out of her eyes. "Ah, Mathew, you're heavy, baby. Get up."

He kissed her face, dislodging himself with a wet suction slick sound before he pulled back then fell over. "Whew! That was intense," she said with a nervous chuckle. He turned to his side to stare down at her. She looked away, uncomfortable. "It's getting late."

"Don't," he said easing his arm around her waist to keep her next to him. He kissed her shoulder. "I know this is moving fast. I don't want anything from you other than a chance to know you."

Her eyes slipped over. "Okay."

"Will you give me a chance? Let me in? Trust me?" Mathew asked.

"I already have. I f.u.c.ked you for three hours," she chuckled.

"Kim?"

"Mathew, let's not over a.n.a.lyze this, okay? I want to... let it develop naturally." She pushed his arm away. He didn't respond. She gave him her back. Her thighs shook from the aftershocks of her o.r.g.a.s.m. Her legs were too weak to stand. "I care about you too," she sighed. She looked back. "But if I'm honest, I'm still in love with my husband. I'm sorry if you can't handle that."

"Hey," he said. "All I want is for you to talk to me. Be straight with me. You think I want to replace Dennis in your heart? You're wrong." He ran his finger down her spine, touching each vertebra and stopping at the dimple to the crease of her a.s.s where moisture had gathered. "I want an opportunity for you to make room for something new in your heart."

"I got a lot on me right now." She closed her eyes and heart to his request. "I have problems."

"You're not perfect. I'm not perfect. f.u.c.k, no one is. Problems, I can handle. Losing you to your fear of being happy again, I can't let that happen. It's okay not to be perfect in this."

She looked back at him. "I never wanted to be perfect. I know my mom thinks that's my issue and everyone thinks that I do, but all I wanted was to survive. I've screwed up so badly."

"Not that badly," Mathew scoffed in disbelief.

"I have. I have. Sometimes I feel so lost. I don't know how to fix it."

"Hey? What are we talking about?" Mathew asked.

"MOMMMIIIEEEE!"

She heard the shrill cry of her son. Rising, she quickly put on her jeans sans the bikini bottoms and his cotton shirt. "I got to see to them."

"Kim? Wait? What is it you need to fix?" Mathew asked.

She didn't wait. She ran for the room, thanking heaven for the reprieve. He was getting to a layer that no one has touched, where all her pain resided. She feared that kind of intimacy the most.

"Mommieee," she heard as she opened the door. Danny flipped off the bed. Denny sat on top, staring and confused. He rushed her legs. She stooped and hugged him. Hugging him made her feel so much better.

"It's okay. Oh, honey, it's okay." She kissed his face. "I'm here," she said, and then the tears came. What if she lost them? What if she lost everything? What if Mathew discovered who she really was and she lost their new start too? What then?"

"Are they okay?" Mathew asked.

She looked back. "I want you to take us back. Now please." She sniffed, but the tears flowed. He stared at her. She could see his eyes searching for an explanation. Kim found it hard to look into those eyes. She wiped her tears and turned away from him going to the bed. She reached for Denny and put him on her lap too. She should have never brought Mathew into her drama. He was a good man. He didn't deserve her lies. Her sons didn't deserve her lies. She didn't know what to do. Dropping her head, she held her boys and cried. Denny touched her cheek. Danny's face rested against her breast. She would quit. Stop the Oxy cold turkey. Take a few days to deal with the withdrawal and go clean, and then it would be over.

She'd be free.

She prayed. Prayed hard that she could see her vow through before it was too late.

Chapter Eighteen.

War of the Livingstons Simone "So you're going on this boat ride with this doctor who happens to have a thing for kids?" Simone smiled. "Wow, things have changed." She chuckled, zipping up her bag. She stood upright, looking around the room. She had two suitcases packed. She'd pack another and then go book her flight.

"Girl, the boys are going to make him wish he didn't offer," Kim chuckled.

"Aww, I can't wait to see them."

"Simone."

"Yes?"

"You sure about this? Coming back so soon?"

"Coming home? h.e.l.l yes, I'm sure. It's about the only thing I'm sure about," Simone sighed, dropping on the bed. "I hate it here. And I swear if Keith ever-" She bit down on her lip thinking of the way he forced himself into her bed last night. "My marriage isn't working. I need to get away from him. I'm just done."

"Then come on. We'll make it. Besides, I miss you."

Simone giggled with happiness. Kim had been pushing her away for so long. To hear her sister say she could come home just did something to her. She felt hope again. "I miss you too."

There was a knock below. Simone's eyes cut to her bedroom door. "Hey, got a visitor or something. Let me call you back. I'll let you know my flight information. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Now what?" She went down the stairs. Tonight she was going to lay it all on the line. Tell Keith she was leaving and this time she was going to tell him all the reasons why. No more running, no more of his bullying and his family's condescension. For her to kiss Cain and allow him to touch her as she did, their marriage was broken beyond repair. She was done with denying to herself. She wanted to tell Keith all of it to his face.

"Who is it?" she asked.

"Stacy."

The answer hit her full force. Simone froze half way to the door. Stacy Chapman was at her door. Her f.u.c.king door? The gall this woman had still astounded her. She stood there blank, amazed and then shaking with rage. Perfect timing. This was a fight she was itching for. Walking over to the door, she s.n.a.t.c.hed it open.

Stacy turned around with her belly bulging, advertising her pregnancy. A very large belly. They both stood there frozen in stunned silence. Simone gave her a sidelong glance of utter disbelief before her eyes glued to Stacy's stomach.

"Can I come in?" Stacy asked, her hand pressed to her belly. Simone, momentarily speechless, just blinked. Stacy mistook her silence as a yes and walked right in. "I take it Keith isn't home?"

"Wh-what are you doing here?"

"Came for a visit." She tilted her head and looked at Simone curiously. "Before it's too late," she said, rubbing her belly with both hands now. "Clock is ticking."

Simone threw the door shut. "You got a lot of f.u.c.king nerve coming to my house!"

"Aren't you going to ask?" Stacy said, dismissing her comment.

"Get out."

"Yes, Simone, this is your husband's baby. My due date is the Fourth of July, two weeks from now. Independence Day! Isn't that ironic? Because it looks like Keith won't be independent for the next eighteen years-daddy duties and all."

Simone couldn't speak. The pain and the realization of it all were too great. She didn't hate Stacy, not anymore. She just felt sad for the child and extremely glad that she wasn't the one pregnant. "That kid is going to have a tough road with you as a mom."

"And you as a stepmom," Stacy chuckled.

Simone smiled. "You're proud of yourself, aren't you? You think being some man's wh.o.r.e and carrying his seed makes you special? It makes you cheap and pathetic."

"Your husband came to me sweetheart," Stacy shot back.

"And you knew he was married."

"Ha!" Stacy laughed in her face. "What does marriage mean now-a-days? You get to f.u.c.k him by law, and I get to f.u.c.k for sport, while he just f.u.c.ks us both over!"

"You're sick."

"And this is his kid! His kid! He can't get rid of me. You tell him that. The day the baby is born, we are part of the family. I'm doing you a favor by delivering you the facts," Stacy said with a smug smirk on her thick lips.

"Then let me do you one!" Simone stepped up. "After I take Keith's a.s.s to court for every f.u.c.king dime he has, you'll be lucky to get the lint out of his wallet. I suggest you find another pappy for your sp.a.w.n. The two of you together means that kid is f.u.c.ked! Now get the h.e.l.l out! Now!"

Stacy hesitated. She looked around and then to Simone. Possibly, she hadn't considered what pushing herself out there as a jilted mistress would mean when dealing with the messy details of divorce. Simone could see the cash register lights in her nemesis' eyes rolling back as she felt her pay day slipping away. "Look, I just want him to do right by me and my baby."

Simone shrugged. She turned and went to the door then held it open. Stacy hesitated. "He f.u.c.ked us both over. Remember that. I'm a victim too. My kid is innocent."

"Not my problem! And don't play innocent. You planned this down to the detail, I'm sure. But what you didn't plan, was me. You can have a litter of kids for Keith's sorry a.s.s, and I wouldn't care. Now get the h.e.l.l out!"

Stacy walked out. The door slammed on her just as she made it through. Simone slapped her forehead with her hand, pacing before the stairwell. Even now, she was surprised that her husband could hurt her so deeply and that there was a part of her that could still be hurt by him. How could she be so wrong about the man she swore to love and who promised to love her? Was she that pathetic all these years? Her hand went to the railing of the stairs, and she slid down to the step and cried and cried hard for so many things.

When the door opened, she looked up from the table. She had been sitting there for hours. How many she wasn't sure. What a f.u.c.king joke.

"Babe? Why is it so dark in here? Where are you?"

He called her babe. It made her want to throw up all over his expensive suit, smash his face in, rip out his b.a.l.l.s and castrate his sorry a.s.s. She seethed with rage. So much so she was paralyzed by it. Hate? Did she hate him? She kept asking herself that. To hate him would mean she cared. No, she hated herself more for wasting all these years on nothing, on a girlhood dream and a phony a.s.s prince that was nothing more than a pimp in a suit. He played her, he played Stacy, and G.o.d knows how many other women out there he was with. She didn't believe anything about him any longer. Nothing!

"Simone?"

She smashed the ash from her cigarette into the base of the tray and blew a thick strand of smoke. She went to the store and bought her first pack in two years. And the smoking was good. Keith walked in, dropping his briefcase. He frowned at the hit of tobacco that greeted him. "Why are you smoking? You quit."

"Stacy was here."

She looked over and he just stood there staring. Not even a blink. The arrogant b.a.s.t.a.r.d wasn't even surprised. Simone rose from her chair. "Nothing to say?"

"I'll call the police and get a restraining order. She's crazy," he answered.

"You f.u.c.king b.a.s.t.a.r.d!" She grabbed the ashtray and threw it. The crystal dish barely missed his head. Keith ducked the deathblow, shocked by her aim, her rage. He actually looked worried. Simone sneered. "All this time, I believed in you. You were lying to me. A liar!"

"I can explain." He put his hands out waving them for her to stop. "Simone, listen."

"How long have you known? You had me in therapy, thinking I failed you, and she's eight months pregnant? Keith, I can count. I found out you were f.u.c.king her over a year ago. So that means you kept f.u.c.king her! All this time and you kept f.u.c.king her!" she screamed at him.

"Simone, it's not my kid. She's lying to you!"

"No, you're the liar! You sc.u.mbag piece of s.h.i.t!" She turned to grab the vase but he rushed her, grabbing her from behind. Simone screamed at the top of her lungs. "You lying b.a.s.t.a.r.d! YOU LYING b.a.s.t.a.r.d!"

"Listen to me! Stop this!"

"Let me go!" She pulled her left arm free of him then swung her elbow back, delivering a powerful blow to his face. He howled in pain and released her. Simone fell over on the table. She swung around and hit him again, clawing at his face.

Keith caught her wrist and took hold of her, bringing her down to the floor as she kicked and thrashed. "Stop it and listen to me! Listen to me!"