“You're safe,” he said. “But I'm sorry I didn't get to you earlier.”

I didn't know how to react. I didn't know whether to be happy or scared, or any other kind of emotion. I just knew I wanted to feel safe again. “Is he gone? For good?” I said, holding Jen in my arms.

“He got him, Mom.” Jen sighed. Her tears were dry now. Fuck, I was pissed. I now had to explain to my daughter that her daddy was a maniac drug dealer in the possession of the mafia. The whole thing was ludicrous.

Lucas knelt in front of us. “He's gone. For good. That I can promise you. I wouldn't want to be in his shoes right now.”

“Or yours,” I said. “Are you okay? You look like you really took a beating, Lucas.” I ran my fingers across his swollen cheeks, and through his hair. “I'm so sorry.”

“You kidding me? This is a normal day for me. I just want to see you two safe and happy.” He groaned and felt one of his cuts on his face. “Do I look as bad as I feel?”

“You're handsome,” I said. It wasn't a lie. Not one bit. Even after he had been mangled, he somehow managed to continue to look sexy.

He chuckled. “I know when a gal is lyin’ to me,” he said.

“Oh, don't give me that gal shit. I'm not lying. You're handsome, strong, and you've been there for me more than most in my life,” I said, feeling the blood rush to my cheeks. There was so much more I wanted to say and I was grateful he hadn't left town yet. It could have been under better circumstances, I guess, but we were safe now and that was all that mattered.

“But I'm a criminal, right? Just ‘cause I've helped you out and bought coffee from you doesn't necessarily mean I deserve something from you.” He sighed and stared at the tiled floor. He looked exhausted and it was in that moment I realized how much I must have hurt him by rejecting him so often.

“I don't care that you're a criminal. Life’s too short to turn down something good.” I found myself laughing and thrown into a state of exhilarating emotions. All that bad I was forced to experience was now in the past. And from there on out, I made an oath to myself that I would only let in the good.

“What're you saying? You'll have to spit it out. I ain't that intelligent, sweetie-pie.” He said. Here we go again with the sweetie-pie stuff.

“Kiss him, Momma!” Jen clapped with glee. I blushed and ruffled her hair. “Hey! Quit being a baby!!” she squealed.

“She likes you,” I laughed.

“Yeah, well maybe she shouldn't.” He laughed right back at me.

“I like you too,” I admitted. “A lot. It sickens me actually.”

“Great, you sicken me too.” He winked. “How ‘bout a date sometime?”

“How about you stay over.” I bit my lip and lowered my gaze to his belt buckle and that bronze zipper resting in between denim.

“Jen, go to your room,” he muttered.

“But. But!” That was her best argument. I turned to her and raised my eyebrows.

“Now, baby. If you go, Lucas will read to you before bed.” I knew how to strike a good bargain.

“Yay!” She ran up behind Lucas and wrapped her tiny arms around his wide chest. It was the cutest damn thing I had ever seen. She whispered in his ear “You’re Mommy’s knight in shining armor.” She kissed him on the cheek and ran as fast as she could to her room.

“She's a cute kid,” he said, massaging his ribs.

“I never thought I'd hear you say the word cute,” I said.

“I said it about your ass, remember?” He laughed. “I still think it's the cutest damn thing I've ever seen. Or held.” He was grinning under his injuries.

“Let me help you with that.” I ran to the bathroom and got some hydrogen peroxide and gauze. I began cleaning his wounds lightly, taping down some gauze where it was needed.

“Thanks, babe.” He sighed.

“Do you really think it's cute?” I suddenly found myself turning around and checking myself out in the living room mirror. It wasn't exactly small.

“Cute isn't the right word. I'd call it a godsend. I want to kneel before it in extreme worship.” He said, getting into the prayer position and sticking his tongue straight out. “I'm thirsty for a little worship.”

I bent over, slightly joking, but also I just really wanted him to grip my flesh like he did the other night. “What else do you want to do?” I felt my panties soak to the edges. “I want you to tell me.”

He looked around and said “Are you sure? What about…” He glanced down the hall.

“She's fine. She won't come out here. She's heavily invested in SpongeBob right now.” I closed my eyes and pressed my lips together. “I've had a rough fucking week, so you better do this for me. Tell me. Tell me everything you're going to do to me,” I said, opening my eyes to find him hovering over my ass like it was a porcelain relic.

“I want you to lower that ass until your cute, wet panties fall onto my face. I want to breathe you in, to swallow you whole, and make you come over and over again.” He sighed. His pants grew tight around his cock.

As soon as I heard those words, I felt myself almost fall over the edge. I was hanging on by a thread, my pussy shaking and giving me that tap, tap, tap feeling, like it was saying fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. I was so close to losing myself in front of him.

“More,” I moaned.

He reached out and grabbed a piece of my ass, feeling it in his palm and between his giant fingers. “After I make you come and lick you completely, I want to turn you around and make you swallow my cock.”

“What if I can't fit it all inside my mouth?” I moaned quietly, arching my back. His hand fell to my wet panties and he pressed on it with three fingers, moving in a slow and circular fashion.

“Don't you worry about that. I'll train you. I'll make a woman out of you yet,” he said. I turned around and he had his belt hanging open and his zipper down. “It's all yours, baby.”

“Don’t you stop talking. Tell me what you want,” I said, crawling over to his lap. I reached out and felt the elastic band of his underwear and the denim over top of it. I pulled down both as he took off his shirt, revealing his incredible body.

“Take off your panties. I want them to hang around your ankles,” he said, extending his hand out to cup my breasts. Under my shirt, his fingers circled around my nipples, pulling lightly on the taut skin. “Strip for me, while I stroke my cock.”

I looked down at the throbbing rod and was instantly sent over the edge. My panties inched slowly down my trembling thighs and he just stared at me with his heavy, dark eyes. He spit down on his cock and stroked slow and methodical. I grabbed his other free hand and placed it on my clit. I fell forward in agonizing ecstasy. “I’m coming…” I moaned, feeling every ounce of pleasure squeeze out of me.

“That’s right, baby. Be a good girl for the boss…” He groaned back.

Leaning against the wall, he grabbed my hair and pulled back lightly. “I want you to sit on my face, while you choke on my hard dick.” He smiled, playing along with my little game. Today he had saved me in more than one way.

I turned around and hovered my ass over his face. My dripping pussy pulsated above him. He grabbed both cheeks and squeezed, spreading me open like a fruit. “I’m hungrier than ever,” he grunted, stuffing his face into me. I held my breath and wrapped my tongue around his throbbing flesh, bobbing up and down while he pulled on my silky hair.

“Well it’s obvious you like sucking my cock,” he said as his tongue swirled inside and out. “I could live like this forever.”

He was fucking solid. I had never felt a cock as hard as his. After today’s events, he was more than ready to bury himself inside of me, to disappear in the folds of my tender flesh. “Fuck me,” I purred. It was crazy, but I already felt close to that feeling of no return again.

He sat me down on his lap, teasing me and kissing my neck. His hands wrapped around my waist and he squeezed tightly, like I was all his. With one deep push, he was inside of me, and our breathy moans intertwined alongside our bodies.

“Ride me, cowgirl,” he smiled. He stared at me straight in the eyes, never breaking contact, never faltering. Our rhythmic motions kept us connected; him thrusting and me opening up for him. Up and down, up and down. Deeper now, deeper.

I grabbed his sturdy hand and held it in mine, rowing against the current. I placed his fingers around my throat and held them in place, still staring into his dark eyes. “Fuck me. Harder,” I cried. “Deeper.”

He placed his other hand around my mouth and whispered. “Shh.” Our breaths were quiet and controlled, our bodies pressed against each other. I was coming again, with his hands placed like that, and I felt the blood rush to my head. I grew dizzy with an immense pleasure and I fell backwards onto the carpet. He let go and placed himself over me. His body was like one of those tributes to a great God. The kind you see in the history books, like the sculpture of David, only he was even more perfect and chiseled.

“You want me to cum inside of you, don’t you?” His cock thrust into me, over and over. His ass, as incredible as it was, moved back and forth like a steam engine.

“Yes!” I whispered.

“I want to put a baby inside of you,” he whispered lightly against my ear. He bit my lobe and circled his tongue around the cartilage. Goose bumps formed across the tender spots of my body. All those dark and untouched places, he made sure to conquer. All of my body was his. All of his was mine. We dove into each other until we could dive no more.

His cock grew bigger and heavier, pumping full as my wetness enveloped him. He was going to come. I could sense it. His expression was strained and his thrusting more powerful. He was giving it all, giving me every last ridge. “I love you,” he said, kissing me one last time before shooting off inside me.

And then it happened. In one split second, his cock expanded, and spilled his seed into me. He pushed himself deeper, holding my waist in place. He fell out of me slowly and full of feeling.

“Fuck!” he hissed, closing his eyes sharply and grinding his teeth down. “You are… You’re fucking perfect.”

That was the day I knew I loved him.