AN: Guys I hear you. I appreciate the emails and comments... life has just been kicking my ass but no matter what I'll finish my story.
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"What's going on in here? And why is that BOY in my house!? "
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Ian's muscles tensed, and he had to strain from coming back with a biting remark.
"BRADLEY! What is your problem, coming in here yelling like you crazy. His name is Ian, not boy, and he's here because I want him to be here. This is my house, just as much as yours."
"So you're just going to allow him to waltz all around our house, with Samantha after what he's done!?" Bradley yelled.
"What the hell has he done?? Last I checked Samantha was old enough to make her own decisions. And to be Frank I think she made a damn good choice, when it comes to Ian."
"So, can't nobody else see, all the shit this boy has done but me?"
"Ain't nobody perfect, not even you." Belinda hurled at him.
Bradley suddenly shut his mouth. Choosing instead to huff and puff, like a giant trying to keep from exploding.
"We can't control her life. So there's no point in you acting like this, because nothing's going to change, unless she wants it too."
"You know what... Okay fine, I'm not going to say any damn thing else. When shit hits the fan...which I know will already happen. DON'T. COME. TO. ME." Bradley pointed at Samantha as he said each word, then he turned around and stormed out of the room.
Belinda followed behind, fussing at his back as Samantha shook her head, tears racing down her cheeks. When Ian tried to wrap his arms around her , she pushed him away.
"Baby, fuck him!" Ian yelled. "He doesn't know shit about us, and how we feel for each other. If he won't accept us, so what!? I will never give up on us... Never. If you need something, I will provide it. If you want something, I got it. We don't need anybody but each other." He grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles before pulling her to him.
He then stuffed his fingers into her curls, and kissed her forehead.
Samantha buried her face into his chest, not caring that she was soaking his gray pullover with her tears.
"Come with me." He tugged on her hand laced in his. He lead her to her bedroom farther down the hall. Once inside, he locked the door, and followed her over to the bed. "You still want to go home?"
"Yeah." She swiped at her nose, and shook slightly. "My dad is being such an asshole."
"I know, baby. All you have to do is say the word, and we're out of here."
Samantha looked at him, with a solemn face, before she stood to her feet, and came to stand between his legs. Without uttering a word, she lifted her graphic T-shirt over her head, revealing her perfect round breast minus a bra.
"Baby, whatcha doing?" He groaned, feeling his dick rise, quicker than an inflatable tube man. Without offering a reply, she pushed him backwards, and unzipped his fly. "I thought you didn't want to fuck in your parents house, baby?" He tried again.
Samantha pushed her sweatpants, and panties down her legs and stepped out of them. "I don't care anymore. I just want you to make me feel good, baby. Make the pain go away." Samantha cooed.
Sliding his boxers and jeans down to his ankles, before she grabbed his hard full erect length in her hand. Taking him by surprise, she sucked him into her mouth once, allowing his dick to tap the back of her throat. Before she straddled his lap; sinking her tight wet pussy onto his dick.
"Ohhh, my fucking Godd!!" Ian gulped, trying hard not to lose his composure to soon. It felt like it had been forever since he felt her sweet walls wrapped around him.
"I need you, baby" She breathed into his ear, putting her hands on his shoulders for balance as she bounced her ass on top of him.
Ian looked at her, as she bit her lip hard to keep her moans at bay. He felt her become more aggressive with every down stroke onto his dick, beckoning him to fuck the shit out of her.
She created a resounding smack from her ass slapping his thighs, but she didn't care anymore.
"You feel so good. "
Leaning forward, she kissed his lips, offering her tongue to him.
Ian slipped his hands under her thighs to her ass, as he slid his hips off the bed.
Feet planted firmly on the ground, Ian used his strength to support her weight, as he began to piston his hips up into her.
"IAN!... Oh God!" She bit his throat, to keep from wailing, as he firmly squeezed her ass and kept his pace.
"How's that feel?" He grunted. "Am I making this pussy feel good, baby?"
"Yesss, don't sttoopp..." she stuttered.
Ian suddenly stood to his feet, with her still lodged on his dick. Hands still planted under her ass, he deepened his strokes, as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
"Don't worry, this pussy is too good for me to stop." He chuckled, the sound coming out as a groan."But..." Samantha yelped as he hit a spot deep within her. He paused, and rotated her ass, and his hips, as one steady movement. Samantha squirmed, trying to get used to him sitting so deep.
"Baby, you're not supposed to stop." She moaned in frustration. "I need to cum...Please...Baby." She wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, as she used her thighs to move herself on his slippery cock. Ian pressed her tightly to him, to halt her movements.
"Look at me." He commanded. "Promise me, you will not let that man continue to get to you. Promise me you will never doubt us...or give up on us."
It was hard for him to concentrate, and keep a straight face with her constant clenching around him.
"PROMISE." He commanded louder.
"I promise! I promise! Fuck me, Curly."
Ian thrusts his hips in quick secession. Grabbing her hair, he yanked her head back, and crashed his lips with hers. He continued to pound into her pussy, until she grew rigid and exploded on his cock.
"Mm hmm." He moaned. Turning around, he placed her on the bed, throwing her legs over his shoulders in the process. He slowed his hips down to a crawl, slowly building her lust for more.
He gripped her waist and pulled her to him. Samantha twirled her hips, loving the feeling of his dick flexing inside of her pussy.
"Fuck, baby... yesss, right there."
Samantha used her nails, to claw down his chest, as Ian pinched and twirled her nipples with his fingers. She pulled him to her, by his shirt and kissed him roughly.
"Feels so good inside you, baby." Ian gasped.
He lifted her body up, leaving only her shoulders resting on the bed, as he deepened his thrust further, to the point where pain mingled with her pleasure.
"Mmm oww." She cried, as he used his index finger to circle her clit.
He knew she was close once more, as she tighten around him, coaxing his milky seed to flow into her.
As his hot cum filled her pussy, she let out a scream that Ian covered with his hand as her tense muscles spasmed around him. She released a stream of clear juices that covered them both.
Samantha shocked, and embarrassed, flushed and squirmed away. Ian's dark laugh echoed throughout the room, as he looked down his body to see his shirt and softening dick covered in her wetness.
"You squirted." He stated still chuckling at the embarrassed expression she wore.
She darted into the bathroom, and soon the sound of the shower could be heard.
He walked into the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth.
Cleaning his dick off, he then buckled his pants , and removed his pullover.
He glanced at Samantha through the all glass shower, to see her lathering her beautiful body. Leaning back against the counter, he enjoyed the show. When she rinsed off, and shut the shower off, she turned and jumped seeming to finally notice him standing there. She exited the shower and covered her body with a large fluffy towel.
"I didn't know you were in here, how long have you been standing there?"
Ian cleared his throat, and grinned. "Long enough." He said thickly, sure she could hear the lust laced in his voice.
She shook her head, and gingerly walked into the bedroom. Ian found himself chuckling once more, 'I did that to her,' he thought.
"Baby are you okay?" He ran his hand over his mouth to wipe the smile away.
Samantha laid on her back, and looked up at the ceiling. "Yeah, I'm okay." She eased her head off the bed, to look at him. "My pussy is just hella sore, were you trying to break it or something?"
Ian shook his head with a laugh. "Come here," he pulled her up from the bed, and proceeded to help her dry off.
"I may have gotten carried away, which I'm sorry for. But let's talk about you squirting everywhere." He heard her breath hitch as he continued to run the towel over the length of her body.
"Ian, don't pick on me." She pushed at his hard chest. " I don't know what happen." Her even brown skin, was tinged red. "I just couldn't control it."
Ian dropped the towel In his hand, to cup her cheek. Leaning down, he kissed her lips tenderly, allowing his tongue to dwell between her lips before pulling back. "Don't be embarrassed, it happens. There is nothing wrong with it, so stop worrying."
He squeezed her ass cheeks, and kissed her lips. "Go ahead and get dressed. I'm going to take all of your bags to the car." He smacked her ass, before releasing her.
"Here." She handed him a old faded blue pullover. Looking at it he noticed it was his old high school one.
"You've kept this all this time?" He asked surprised.
"Of course." She laughed. "I loved having it because it smelled like you."
He chuckled and slipped it on quickly. Grabbing his soiled one and her suitcase and overnight bags, he exited the room, and headed down stairs.
Arms full, it took him a while to get it all in the car. But when he did, it was time to go. He went upstairs grabbed a now dressed, Samantha by the hand, to lead her to the car. As they got to the door, Belinda met them.
"Oh, I'm going to miss you so much baby." Belinda cried, as she hugged her daughter tightly. "You call me, every chance you get. You hear me."
"I will mama, don't cry." Samantha's voice wavered. "Your going to get me going." She giggled,watery.
"Make sure you're taking good care of my baby, and my little grand baby." Belinda said turning to Ian, who stood back with his hands tucked into his pockets.
"I promise I will, ma." He pulled her into a tight hug. "I will make sure she is taking care of. You won't have to worry, okay."
Belinda smiled at Ian, and turned back to her daughter.
