Montreal, Canada was even colder than Baltimore, Amelia thought, as she sat in the back of Hammer’s limousine and rode her up the steep mountain that led to his estate.  And the fact that it was high up in the gorgeous Laurentian mountains of southern Quebec, didn’t help matters either for somebody who only liked cold weather because it allowed her to style.  Other than that, she hated the cold.

But she had to admit it was a stunning property.  Hammer had a lot of issues, but bad taste wasn’t one of them.  His home was grand, and tucked far away from civilization, and the sweeping views, driving up those steep roads, was to die for.

His estate was called Charlemagne, named after the ancient Roman Emperor, and Amelia used to wonder what it would be like to be the mistress of a place like that.  It was so big and beautiful it seemed almost fairytale-like.  But then she realized it was an impossible dream to have.  Hammer wasn’t looking for a wife, was she kidding?  He had yet to claim her as his girlfriend.  He wasn’t about to make her his wife!

Besides, she thought, as the limo pulled up to the main house, she wasn’t exactly looking to marry and settle down, either.  Especially to a controlling joker like Hammer!

After the chauffeur opened the door for her, she stepped out.  She was styling too, in a smart little black dress beneath another one of her full-length mink coats.  Security was everywhere, she knew that for a fact, but she also did not see one single member of Hammer’s security team.  At her house, where security was also tight, it was extremely visible.  But except for the front gate guards, you didn’t see any security at Charlemagne.  But that was how Hammer did it.  His ways were always different from everybody else’s.

She walked up the steps toward the entrance.  Hammer’s longtime butler, Watson Reynolds, opened the door as she approached, and gladly escorted her inside.

“It is so nice to see you again, madam,” he said warmly.

“I’ll bet you say that to all the girls who walk through this door.”

“Which girls are those, madam?” Watson asked as he began removing her coat.  “You are one of only two ladies that have ever stepped foot in this residence.”

Amelia was stunned to hear such a thing.  One of only two?  Was the other one Reggie Dell?  If it wasn’t, she wanted to ask Watson why not.  But she knew that would only give it away.  Why should she even care?  She decided to leave it alone.  “Where is he?” she asked instead.

“He’s still in the shower,” Watson replied, as he flapped her coat over his arm.  “Would you care to join him upstairs?”

“In a moment, I shall.  But I would rather see my son first.”

“Yes, of course, madam.  Right this way.”

Watson escorted her down a long, marbled hall to the oversized nursery.  Rowena, a smart, savvy, beautiful black woman, was folding clothes she had apparently washed for the baby, as the baby played on a blanket.  When Hannibal looked up, and saw that his mother had entered the room, he smiled greatly and started flapping his toy-clad hands.  Amelia got down on the blanket with him, and lifted him into her arms.

“Oh, darling, it’s so great to see you again!”  She was near-tears.  “I missed you so much last night!”

Hammer took the baby after that ambush, but what hurt her most was the unsettling truth that, now that she knew who the enemy was, he would probably have to remain with his father a little longer.  At least until she contained Leo Tamberelli.  And the fact that she would even think that she could contain a threat that large was crazy as hell.  But she had to do it.

The baby, in her arms, continued to smile at her and fumble with the toys he had in his tiny hands.  But soon his big eyes were heavy, and his head was lying on her shoulder.  He was asleep.

Amelia held him a few moments longer, and then put him down in his bed.

“He’s worn out,” Rowena said with a smile.  “Mr. Reese has been playing with him, and when he wasn’t, Ozzie was.”

“They think he’s going to be the next Bo Jackson,” Amelia responded, smiling too.

“What do you say ma’am?” Rowena asked.

“I say he’s going to be JoJo.  Whatever form that takes.”

Rowena smiled.  “He’s very fortunate to have you for a mother,” she said.

Amelia was touched by her words, even if she didn’t believe them.  A mother who traffics in drugs?  Yeah, right.  He could do a whole lot better than her.

“I’ll be upstairs,” she said, “but call me if he wakes back up.”

“I will, ma’am,” Rowena replied.

And Amelia headed out of the nursery, and upstairs.

 

Hammer had just gotten out of the shower and was drying off in his master bedroom when Amelia walked in.  His back was to the entrance, as he stood at his underwear drawer, so he didn’t see her.

But she saw him.  She saw that fine, muscular body.  The backside of those muscular calves.  His tight ass.  And even his long, thick penis, as it hung down between his legs.  She was getting hot already, as she walked further into the room, and plopped onto his bed.

He saw her when she laid on the bed, and his heart did that fluttering thing her presence always caused.  He smiled.  “Hey,” he said.

“Hey.”

Although she was fully dressed, he was looking at her with the same lustful eyes she had been looking at him.  And instead of opening his drawer to pull out a pair of briefs, he tossed his towel aside and made his way to the bed.  He gave her space two nights ago, after her ordeal.  But his patience was now over.

Amelia could sense his determination as he walked toward her.  He wasn’t trying to pretend that this was going to be another kiss.  He was about to do her hammer-style, which meant a lot of hammering.  Her vagina was getting wet just thinking about the feeling.

And he was upon her.  “Stand up,” he said to her.

She stood up.

“Turn around.”

She turned around.

He unzipped her form-fitting black dress and pulled it down, along with her panties, until both were completely removed.  Then he unlatched her bra, and removed that too.

When he turned her back around, facing him, he felt that tug of emotion that she and she alone elicited in him.  It went beyond the physical attraction, which was powerful.  But the feelings he felt for Amelia were so much deeper than that.  It made his heart squeeze and his need to have her become almost urgent.  As if he was losing her every time he wasn’t with her, and he had to reclaim her all over again.

He reclaimed her in a major way this time.  He pulled her naked body up to his naked body and began kissing her.  It was the same passionate kiss that they shared two days ago, but this time it was punctuated with her small body being lifted up to his big body.  She wrapped her legs around him and her arms around him and enjoyed every second of their kiss.

But Hammer didn’t stop there.  He lifted her up further, and began sucking her breasts.  He feasted on them the way Amelia always wanted a man to do, but none of them but Hammer knew how to do.  She held onto his head as he sucked her nipples until they were red and swollen, and her vagina was raging with pulsations.

Then he lifted her further up yet again, until her vagina was in his face.  And as she rested her legs across his shoulders, he ate her pussy with a ferocity that made her cum in his mouth.  She couldn’t hold back.  She tried.  She tried with all of her might.  But her orgasm would not be denied.  She came hard!

But while she was yet in the midst of her cum, Hammer laid across his bed, with her on top of him, and rammed his fully aroused penis inside of her.

“Baby!” she cried when he put it in her.

“Amelia!” he sighed as he pounded her.

And then he was hitting it even harder.  Whenever Hammer was with Amelia, he knew no other way.  He wanted to take it slow.  He always wanted to take it easy.  But he never could.  He always had to have her in the worse way.  And he had her.  He pounded her.  He hammered her.  He made the kind of love to her that came with a statement.  She was his.  No matter what she said.  No matter what he said.  No matter what the world said.  She was his.  And he was going to prove it with his dick.

He held Amelia’s body tight against his, and began kissing her as they made love.  Amelia was in that state of urgency, too, and was kissing him with equal vigor, as her body had rolling orgasms with his every stroke.  She was a woman with seriously elevated sexual needs, and his sexuality was even more intense.  He was just the man to satisfy a girl like her.

And he satisfied her to the roots of her hair.  He put a hurting on her, because her entire body, from her mouth to her breasts to her vagina, were inflamed.  She was on fire with passion.  And he wasn’t thinking about quenching it any time soon.

He turned her onto her back, got on top, and fucked her long and hard.  Hammer’s strong, tight ass was pumping the shit out of her.  He was groaning and grunting as he fucked her.  Amelia was the one who did it for him.  She was the first and only woman he made love to in the raw.  She was on birth control now: they didn’t want another JoJo just yet.  But whenever they were together, they were raw as raw could get.

But he had a secret.  One that didn’t square with his reputation.  After he made love to Amelia; after that first time they were together, his sexual appetite for other women declined mightily.  It didn’t completely stop.  His appetite was too ferocious.  But there was a definite decline.  And even with the ones he took to bed, he’d only did it to prove that Amelia held no hold on him.  He’d put on a condom and make love to them, just to cum, but it was nothing more than settling for less until he was able to be with Amelia again.  Sometimes, he couldn’t even cum.

He made up every excuse in the book.  Mainly about being distracted and other shit he knew wasn’t anywhere near the truth.  But the truth of the matter was far too real for him to verbalize.  Because every time he was about to enter one of those other ladies, Amelia’s radiant face would appear in his mind.  And her stunning body.  And the taste of her sweet pussy.   And it was over for him.  After having the finest wine on the market, he just couldn’t settle for Mad Dog 20/20.

But what Hammer didn’t know, as he continued to make love to her as if he would die if he didn’t give it his all, was that after Amelia made love to Hammer, she never made love to another man again.  She talked the big talk that night, about not wanting to settle down; about agreeing that their relationship would be an open one.  But after sex with Hammer, she couldn’t bring herself to be with anybody else.  She remained faithful to him.

But when he came, he wasn’t thinking about settling or faithfulness or anything else.  He stopped kissing Amelia and looked into her beautiful eyes.  He wanted her to see what he was feeling.  He wanted her to know that it wasn’t all about sex, or even mainly about sex.  It was about her.  He wanted her to look in his eyes and know it was all about her.

She saw it.  She saw it as he strained and tightened.  She saw it as he shot his wad into her as if he was landing a jump shot with nothing but net.  It swished in like a warm bath and bathe her with love.  She wanted to cry it felt so good.  And to her amazement, she came yet again!  What was it about this man, she thought frustratingly, that could take her over so completely?

When it was all over, he collapsed on top of her.  And then, after taking several minutes to regain his strength, he lifted her into his arms, and carried her to the shower.

They showered together, made love beneath the showerhead, and showered once again.