He winked. “Anything for the kiddos. I’m here if you ever need me.”

And, somehow, I believed him.

He had a baby of his own.

He knew what could happen. He knew that these kids could’ve just as easily been his own.

And I admired him for that.

Many parents didn’t think that way.

And it reinforced the decision that I would continue to see him.

He was a good man.

***

He was the devil!

Bennett was a horrible, no good, very bad person.

“Bennett,” I growled loudly. “Get on with it!”

He chuckled against my mound before he continued to rub his beard on the insides of my thighs.

His hands massaged my ass, and that tongue of his!

He was a freakin’ magician with that thing!

“What’ll you give me if I give you what you want?” He rasped against my thighs.

I closed my eyes tight, and said what any sane woman would in this situation. “Anything! God, please! Anything! Fuck me already!”

He chuckled.

“Anything?” He confirmed, moving up between my thighs until his mouth was running along my collarbone and then my neck.

“No,” I shook my head feverishly back and forth.

I knew what he was asking.

He wanted me to give up control and I didn’t give that to anyone. Certainly not some man!

He growled before his big body moved down until his mouth started to circle my nipple.

“You sure?” He asked.

My whole body felt like it was on fire.

“Mmm-mmmm,” I said again.

He sucked my nipple into his mouth, and pulled for all he was worth.

My back arched, and my pussy creamed for his shaft.

“Please,” I breathed.

He looked up at me, keeping a hold on my nipple with his teeth, and then grinned.

My mouth dropped open, and I lifted my hips as his cock brushed my clit.

I came.

With one tiny brush of his cock against my clit.

Like a loser.

When I opened my eyes next, it was to see him grinning down at me, a smug look on his face.

“That’s all it takes for you?” He asked, smiling widely.

I narrowed my eyes at him.

“You’ve been teasing me for over an hour. What exactly did you expect to happen here? A girl can only take so much!” I bellowed into his face.

He chuckled.

Threw his head back, and laughed harder.

The fucker.

When I started to push him off of me, he let me have his weight, and suddenly his cock was inside of me.

Filling me to the brink of pain.

My eyes closed involuntarily.

And my back arched to take him even deeper.

“I can do this all night long,” he whispered against my skin, thrusting once.

I cried out in shock as he started to pull away, but just as quickly filled me once again.

“Give me what I want and I’ll give you what you need,” he whispered gravely.

I shook my head.

He thrust, making my breasts bounce, and my pussy clench in need.

He groaned and narrowed his eyes. “Tell me.”

I shook my head. “Never.”

He laughed, pulled back, and let me have him again. The full length of his cock filled me swiftly. Mercilessly.

“Yes,” he breathed.

“No,” I denied.

Then he grinned, went up onto his knees, and his thumb find my clit.

Pressing down, he stared at me while he started to circle his thumb in my slickness, and I lost my fucking mind.

“Please!” I screamed.

“Tell me!” he ordered.

“You can have me! You have me. Whenever you want. However you want. Wherever you want. You have me!” I yelled, need clawing its way through my core, making it hard to breathe, let alone think.

He grinned triumphantly, and then gave me what I needed.

Pounding inside of me, he started to work me with his length while he continued to circle my clit with the side of his thumb.

I detonated after just the fourth stroke inside of me, and by the tenth, he was coming with me, pouring himself into me while he growled my name.

“Fuck, Lennox,” he growled.

I closed my eyes and let my legs fall open.

He collapsed on top of me, and I barely managed to keep the breath inside my lungs.

“You weigh a fuckin’ ton,” I informed him.

He snorted and rolled, hooking his hands around my hips to ensure that I followed him, and fell to his back with me on top of him.

“I’m six five and two hundred and fifty pounds. That’s significantly less than a ton,” he informed me.

I snorted. “Whatever you say, fatty.”

He gave my ass a sharp slap, and leveraged himself up laughing when a small puff of air escaped my lips with the suddenness.

He set me flat on my ass as he got up, and I stared at him in accusation.

“You’re cute,” he said, picking the towel up off the floor to clean himself of our juices.

I watched as he worked his cock with one of my favorite hand towels, not caring in the least that it was one of my decorative ones.

“I gotta go,” he said apologetically.

I smiled and rolled to my feet, going to the bathroom to take care of my own problem before returning.

I slipped on my shirt, trying not to let him know that I was upset that he was leaving.

“Thank you for coming today…and inviting your friends,” I said softly, as I slid my legs into a pair of panties, then followed up with a pair of gray cotton capris that I’d just bought last week from Target.

They were beyond comfortable, which also meant that they weren’t very pretty looking, but I was okay.

I’d sacrifice comfort over style any day of the week and twice on Sunday’s.

“It wasn’t a problem, Len. I enjoyed myself, and it makes me appreciate my daughter a whole lot more. A daughter who’s going to be pissed if I don’t get back in time to make the movie that she rented for the night,” he informed me.

I picked up his t-shirt from the floor and tossed it at him.

He shrugged it on quickly, and I marveled again at just how well the tee fit his body.

It was like it was molded to him. Laser cut to fit him perfectly.

“What movie is it?” I asked as I slipped my feet into the flip flops I had by the door and squatted down to gather all his shit that had fallen from his pocket earlier in our haste to get into bed.

Gun, magazine, money, phone, flashlight, two stray bullets, and a pair of handcuffs. I left the gun that was still in his holster on the floor for him to take care of.

“You always walk around with this much crap in your pockets?” I asked him as I stood, holding everything with two hands close to my chest.

He grinned cheekily at me.

“Sometimes more,” he said, stuffing the things back into his pocket.

Except for the flashlight which he clipped to the outside of his shirt.

Then he stooped down, picked the gun up, and sat down on the bed to re-attach it to his ankle.

“How is that comfortable?” I asked.

I’d tried working out with leg weights when I gained twenty pounds, after I was stood up for my senior prom, and I’d been so exhausted after wearing them that I literally had to stop on day four. They were only six pounds each, but they made a world of difference in your everyday activity.

I knew for a fact that the gun he carried on his ankle was over five pounds.

“You get used to it. Now it’s like it’s not even there. It’s when I’m not wearing it that I get uncomfortable,” he admitted.

I smiled. “That’s probably because one of your legs is bigger than the other after carrying that gun around so much. It doesn’t know what to do with the extra weight not being there.”

He gave me a droll look.

“One of my legs is not bigger than the other. It’s only four and a half pounds. Not even a big enough difference for me to even feel it,” he said, standing up and walking to me.

I held my ground, watching as he made it to within inches of me before he lowered his head and gave me a soft kiss on the mouth.