under me as I fucked her, trying to match each of my movements. It was beautiful watching her expressions as I worked within her. Working her beautiful pussy closer to orgasm.
Wrapping her legs around me, making me fuck her even harder, Addie got to the tipping edge of a transcendent orgasm. I knew I should have pulled out. There were no condoms in the house and no way to get them. It was bareback or nothing and we had both basically agreed without having to say anything.
It was too late. There was nothing to be done. My load unleashing deep inside her, Addie called her prayers to the heavens. She seemed to reach a new level of existence as I filled her up with my warm, thick cum.
I collapsed against her with my cock still deep inside her. Taking me in her warm embrace, she kissed me softly, holding me tight. I should have been worried. What would she do if she got pregnant? Yet that was not forefront in my mind.
Even when the notion did flicker, it came as more than a comfort and a joy than a concern. I was an only child and did not really have much of experience with children. However, the idea of raising kids with Addie, her own included, actually made me smile.
“What are you thinkin’ about?” Addie asked.
“Family,” I said.
“Me too,” she concurred.
We kissed like we had so many times before, only that time it was different. Much like the sex itself, something about being able to be free and open with our love and to even think about starting a family. It was taking things to the next level. Filling everything with a sense of home.
“How do you feel about breakfast in bed,” I asked.
“Generally, I’m for it,” Addie said, after pretending to give it deep thought.
“As you wish,” I said, stowing my cock in my boxer shorts and heading for the door.
Stopping off at my study to retrieve my pants and shirt, I practically skipped down the stairs, mightily resisting the urge to break into song. Much as I loved them, I refused to let my life become a musical.
“I know what you’re doing.”
“How did you get past the guard dogs?” I inquired of the mysterious figure sitting in the living room.
By way of reply, he held up a taser, engaging it in what could only be describe as an intimidating manner. The lengthening pool of blood drifting across the floor from in front of the chair somewhat contradicted his boast.
“You are just using her. I can’t believe she prefers you. She’s supposed to be with her family.”
“According to who? You? Society? The social contract? The government? Sounds to me like you have too high an opinion of your world-view, Skippy.”
“I am going to take her to court,” he said as if it was a foregone conclusion.
“Oh, I know. I am quite looking forward to it.”
“Listen you -”
I realized it was the first time he had really seen me. Pictures never really did justice, particularly to my physique. It really as amusing. The expression on his little face as he realized that I could take him apart with my bare hands, taser or no taser.
“Dave?”
“Addie?”
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Empty threats and terror. The usual,” I said.
“He’s just using you,” he tried again.
“No, you have it backwards. You used me. For seven fucking years you used me. In ways that would made De Sade cringe. When your exploitation resulted in a baby you fucked off. You really aren’t in any position to say anything about anything. Not to me, not to Tobias, not to Duncan. You want to go to court? Fine. We’ll kick your ass, and you will never see Duncan again. Now get the fuck out!”
It was like watching Elizabeth I crush the French. I couldn't help but smile. My sexy, powerful woman.
Chapter Thirteen - Addie
The day was coming. The moment of reckoning where all would be gained or lost. It was terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. I always found it interesting how excitement and fear were so closely linked. The basic foundation upon which amusement park fortunes were built.
I lay in the bed with Tobias, staring at the tasteful ceiling tiles of real bronze, decorated with intricate designs with the Brigid Cross at the center. It could be almost hypnotic trying to follow them, each leading into the other. I had spent the better part of six hours trying. I was looking for anything