Shepard

6 - Nine Years

Shepard

“I’m gonna drop the kids off to my mom; then I’ll be back. I want you ready for me because I’m claiming you tonight.”

“God,” Lynette groans while tightening her arms around my back.

I wrapped her up in my arms after we confessed our love for one another. All these years I’ve loved Lynette, all these months I’ve longed for her, and it was this fuckin.g easy to tell her how I felt. If I’d known, I would’ve done it months ago.

I drop Tate and Willow off with my mother. She has Willow now and again when Lynette works late at night. Mom was only too happy to take her tonight.

My mom loves that little girl, Willow calls her Grandma, and Mom always tells people she has three grandchildren. Tate, Nova, and Willow. It makes that little girl happy, and Lynette, if I’m honest.

Mom is going to love that Lynette and I are finally together, and we are, and I’m never letting her go.

I take my dad to one side and tell him why I need to leave the kids with him and Mom tonight. Not that I want to fuc.k Lynette like she’s never been fucke.d before, but that I love her, that she’s my Old Lady now, and even the fact I want to make her my wife.

True, as the day is long.

I may have asked Celia to be my wife, but I drew it out because I couldn’t see her as my wife.

Lynette?

She was born to be my wife and will be very soon.

In true Apollo style, he slaps me on the back, hands me a beer, and tells me, “‘Bout fuckin’ time, boy. She’s a good woman; she’ll make you a good wife.”

“I know,” I’ve wasted far too much time where Lynette is concerned. No more.

“She’s been faithful to you all this time. You weren’t even hers, and she stayed faithful. You know what they call that, son?”

“What’s that?”

“Rare, my boy. Fuckin’ rare. Hold onto that one. Hold tight. You never know who might come along and try taking her from you.”

My back stiffens, and my eyes lock with Apollo’s. “Lynette is mine. Ain’t nobody will live if they touch what’s mine!”

He slaps me on the back with a chuckle. “That’s my boy. Now, give me that beer and get back to your woman. Go break her in.”

Jesus! My father has no filter.

I make my way back to Lynette’s place to find downstairs in total darkness. Her bedroom light is on, though, and as I follow the sound of her voice singing a 70s rock ballad, I smile to myself.

I poke my head through her bedroom door. She’s standing in front of her mirror, naked but for her panties. She’s showered; I can smell her soap and body wash from here.

I’m struck dumb by how beautiful Lynette is.

How can it be that her body is so perfect, and there are no signs of her ever being pregnant?

She’s taken care of herself. Her t**s are a nice handful, pert, real. Flat stomach, curvy hips, toned legs, ass like a fuckin’ bubble, everywhere nice and tight.

“You’re drooling.” She giggles sweetly.

She’s right; I am.

Shamelessly, I slide my eyes over Lynette’s body. Fuc.k me; she’s going to kill me with those curves.

“You seem to be a little overdressed. Why don’t you. . .” Lynette squeals as I stalk toward her and grab her around the waist. I’m not wasting another second not touching this woman.

She wants me naked?

She’ll get it.

The second my clothes are on the floor, Lynette’s hand touches my chest. “Your muscles are so big, so perfect to touch.”

That’s right, baby, take a good look; it’s all for you.

“You’re so beautiful, Lynette,”

I watch Lynette with a smirk on my face as her eyes and hands travel all over my big body. She touches each tattoo she comes across, and there are many for her to touch. She looks so lost in wonder right now.

Then she grabs my coc.k. “Shi.t!”

“My God, your coc.k is so big.”

My forehead falls against hers. “I’m holding on by a thread right now, baby girl,” I groan while grabbing her hand, stilling it. I can’t have Lynette jerking me off like this. “You have no idea of the restraint it’s taking me not to pin you against the nearest wall and fuc.k you.”

“There isn’t a man alive who could fuc.k me the way I know you will, Shepard,”

“Vince. You’re my girl now; you can use my real name.”

Lynette smirks against my mouth and tells me, “Fuc.k me, Vince.”

My name on her lips, God, I have waited years to hear it.

“Not yet, sweetness; I have to taste you.”

Years of wanting Lynette, years of wondering what she tastes like, I won’t wait for a second longer. I’m on my knees in front of Lynette, her left leg wrapped around my neck, her hands clutching my hair, and my mouth on her tight cunt. Ain’t never tasted puss.y this sweet in my life!

Hearing Lynette’s demands for me to eat her there, lick her here, fuc.k, it’s so damn hot!

“Oh God, Vince! I’m cumming!” She calls out to the heavens, hips still rocking, hands practically ripping my hair out of my damn scalp, and I lick every inch of her cunt until the last tremor subsides.

That was damn fast!

I push Lynette down on the bed, her thighs wide, my coc.k sliding up and down her puss.y. She groans when I hit her sensitive clit, all pink and engorged. She begs me to fuc.k her, and I do, and as soon as I’m inside of her, I know I’ve found my home.

I fuc.k Lynette hard; I fuc.k her fast; I fuc.k her deep. Her puss.y gushes, and I bottom out.

Jesus Christ!

Lynette reaches down and rubs her clit with one hand, stroking my coc.k with the other as it slides in and out of her, and it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.

She begins to contract around me, pulling my dic.k deeper as she cum.s again for me, gushing all over my thick coc.k.

I’m not done yet; I’m not ready to cu.m. I slip my arm around Lynette’s shoulders while lying beside her. I grab her breast in one hand, her thigh in the other, and I thrust into her so hard and fast she’s screaming my name, yelling out her pleasure while cumming again. Only this time, I can’t hold back; I shoot my load so deep inside her that even I can feel it hitting her womb.

Once it’s over, I pull out of Lynette slowly, flop onto my back, and pull her onto my chest. Her little body is shaking with after effects. I never made a woman cu.m three times so quickly, one after the other. She’s fuckin.g perfect for me. Ain’t never putting my dic.k in another woman as long as I live. I won’t even miss it. I love Lynette; she’s the only woman I will ever need.

“That was amazing.”

“That’s only the beginning, baby. I do hope you can keep up.” I chuckle.

“Is that right? Well,” I watch with amusement as Lynette straddles me, her gorgeous fuckin.g body above me. “Maybe it’s you who won’t be able to keep up with me. I’ve waited forever for you. I haven’t had se.x in nine long years until tonight.”

My eyes bug out.

She hasn’t had se.x in nine fuckin.g years?

“I’ve only slept with one man before you. No one I dated after you-know-who was good enough. You saw to that.” She smiles.

I did see to that. It was wrong of me on so many levels, but I thought Lynette deserved better than some fucke.r, who could never deserve her.

Still, why wouldn’t she have gone out and had a little fun once in a while?

She didn’t have to listen to me. If she wanted to sleep with other guys, she would have. I’m strangely honored that she saved herself for me.

“They weren’t good enough for you.”

“I know.” She whispers against my lips.

“You’re mine, Lynette. Ain’t no motherfucke.r good enough for you, not even me. But I’ll be damned if I let you go now, woman.”

“I don’t want you to let go, Vince. I love you so much that I ache when you’re not near me. That’s why I work at the clubhouse; that’s why I live right next door to you, in the house you own, so that I can be near you.”

I tuck her hair behind her ear.

“I care for Tate because I love him like my own.” For that alone, I kiss the shi.t out of her.

Lynette has nothing to worry about anymore; she’s mine, and I am hers. She’s a mother to my son, and I’ll be a father to her daughter. Hell, I have been since Willow was born. I love that fuckin.g kid like she was mine.

This woman is going to be my wife before long. Ain’t waiting; I know this time it’s right. Lynette was made for me. She fuckin.g saved my damn soul when I thought I’d got no soul left to save. She’s everything and more.

Seconds are all it takes before I’m inside her again. Nine years without se.x, she has a lot of time to make up for, and I am more than willing to let her use me to get what she wants.