Babygirl and the Mean Boss (19 page)

“Oh yes, Baby…”
 
She cried deliriously.  “You do that so goddamn good!”

His tongue slipped into her
as
far as he could
reach
, pushing until the thickness was fucking her. 
Nicole’s legs spread further and she gripped his head holding it in place.

Deep in
side of her he began the jack hammering.

“Oh…FUCK!”  She yelled.  Marty moaned and continued to beat into her pussy, her hips pumping into his face.  “FUCK…”  She yelled.  Quickly he pulled his tongue out of her and hammered her clit, all-the-while never removing his eyes from her face.

“Do you want my cock now?”

Nicole gripped his bicep.  “Yes, oh YES!”

Marty positioned himself above her, cock heavy and bobbing.  Nicole squirmed anxiously.

He stroked himself a few times watching her watch his cock.  His lip curled into a brief smile of pleasure.

“Baby Girl?”

“Uhm…what, Baby?”  She moaned watching the motion of his hand.  Marty bit his lip as he increased the speed of his stroke.

“When you come back to work…”
 
He sucked in his breath involuntarily at the sharp build up of pressure.  He placed the head of his cock against her nether lips.  Teasing he slipped it slowly into her tight opening.

“Oh!  God…”  She thrust upward.

“Will you give me two weeks notice?”

“Oh fuck…Baby.”  She thrust upwards again.

Marty withdrew a bit.  “Two weeks notice, Baby?”  He plunged his cock into her completely and she sucked her voice audibly.  He pulled back out almost completely and waited for her response.  Nicole stared between them at his oversized cock poised for another re-entry.

“Yes, Baby!” 

“Say it.”  He plunged his cock into her once more but instead of withdrawing rubbed his pelvis against her enticingly.

“Oh shit!  Okay!  I’ll give you two weeks noti
ce!  Now stop teasing and make
me
cum
!
  PLEEEEASE!
”

Marty planted his arms on either side of her and pumped his cock in and out of her rapidly.

Nicole’s insides tensed and before she knew it a volcano erupted.  She threw her head back against the bed while the orgasm overtook her. 
Her mouth opened and she called out Marty’s name in a wild voice.  Over and over she moaned as he worked his cock in and out of
her until
she was nothing more than a bundle of nerves. 
She froze and shuddered with an aftershock.

“Shit.”  She moaned softly.  She wrapped her arms around Marty as he withdrew his still erect cock from her and lay on top of her body carefully.

“You fired me again.”  She said half accusingly, half amused that he had flipped the script on her.

“You’re quitting.”  He mumbled into her neck, sleepily.  “Or else we’re going to end up fucking in the shed, in the office, in the walk-in…on the counter.  I know this, especially after what you just did to me.”  He rolled off of her gently and pulled her into a spoon position, cupping her breast.  “Gee, I wish I knew where I could find a good personal accountant.  Say, y
ou took accounting in Job Corps.  M
aybe you know of someone that you could recommend to
keep my books?”

She turned and looked at him
in surprise.  So that’s what he meant; another job, one where they wouldn’t have to work together.  She smiled
.  “Yes, but she’d need a raise.”

Marty chuckled.  “Oh, I got a raise for you…”

TWO YEARS LATER

Nicole pulled into the drive-way of an old but beautiful Victorian house. 
Just like she always did, Nicole
paused before getting out of her car to admire the beauty of the old trees and
the
wrap
-
around porch.  She loved everything about her house; every leaky pike, every drafty window just as much as she loved the nine foot high ceiling
s,
hardwood floors and oversized kitchen.

She grabbed her briefcase and locked the door to the CAMRY still getting a kick out of the little twirp, twirp sound the security system ma
de
when engaged.  She’d had the car a year but still got a kick out of little things like that.

She hurried to the house, careful not to allow her pumps to sink into the mud.  The landscapers were far from finished with the yard.  She just hoped they would be finished before the snow fell.  She wanted her first Christmas in her first home to be picture perfect.  Absently she brushed a bit of lint from her Dolce and Gabbana suit,
and
th
e
n unlocked the front door.

Santana was playing from the stereo and the smell of something delicious was in the air.

Nicole p
laced her
briefcase
on the side table.

I’m home.”  She called.  “Where are my boys?”

Marty came out of the kitchen with the baby carrier strapped
to
his front.

“Hi, Baby.”  He kissed her.  “How was work?”

“Ahh…”  She said exasperated.  “I’m going to be working on that project this weekend.”  She
gently
pulled her snoozing son out of the carrier.  He was a plump four month old with a head just as bald as his Dad’s shaved one, hazel eyes also like his Dad’s
, and the caramel
skin of his mother.  “I don’t want this project interfering with our plans to
spend the week with your parent’s.”

“I know
.  T
hey’ve only seen M.J. twice.”  Marty unstrapped the carrier and tossed it on the couch.  “You hungry, Baby?  I made a veal
scaloppini
.”

“Yum.  “I’m starving.”  He pulled her into his arms, their son cradled carefully between them.  He kissed her more intimately.

M.J. reached up and grabbed his Dad’s chin cooing playfully.  He took him out of Nicole’s arms.

“Okay, Junior.  Come to Daddy.  Let’s
allow
Mommy
to
get changed for dinner.
”

“I’ll be right back.”  She hurried up sta
i
rs to change.  Marty put M.J. in his playpen.  M.J. gave his Dad a speculative look
and
then
found his feet to be of interest and began to place his toes into his mouth.
  Marty leaned over the play pen and stared at his gurgling boy.

“Wow, son.  That’s really something.  Good job.”  He was in constant amazement at this little boy that he and his wife’s lovemaking had created.  He was beautiful.

Marty shook his head chuckling
and then he
went into the den and put the finishing touches on the letter he had been writing.

…..
five years ago my wife lost her daughter, and that in itself caused her to shed her former self.  No longer is she the drug addicted single mother living on welfare in the projects.  She has cut herself free of the net that most of us never recognize is just a trap designed to hold one down.  I’m proud to say that my wife flipped it and made
the system
work for her
; allowing her
to
complete her degree in computer programming.  She
is
now the
m
anaging
d
irector of an up and coming Internet Web design company.

When my wife’s mission ended, she put her past behind her.  But I’m here to complete her final task
; which was
to let the Judge that heard her case know that Alicia did not die in vain.  My wife has a successful career, a number of degrees, a beautiful Victorian house, and…more importantly, a husband and baby son that adore her…

                                   
                           THE END

Awards

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Pepper Pace is a popular author on Literotica.com. She is the winner of the 1
1th Annual Literotica  Awards for 2009 for Best Reluctance story, as well as best Novels/Novella. She is also recipient of Literotica’s August 2009 People's Choice Award, and was awarded second place in the January 2010 People’s Choice Award.  In the 12
th
Annual Literotica Awards for 2010, Pepper Pace won number one writer in the category of  Novels/Novella as well as best Interracial story.

PEPPER PACE BOOKS

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Urban Vampire; The Turning

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Wheels of Steel Book 1

Wheels of Steel Book 2

Wheels of Steel Book 3

Angel Over My Shoulder

CRASH

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About the Author

Pepper Pace is the pin name used by the author. Born and raised in Cincinnati, she has always enjoyed creativity. At a very young age, Pepper had a gift for art and would spend most of her spare time drawing images that she later began adding stories behind. Soon writing became more important than the illustrations and took a back seat to her real love.

Pepper wrote her first novel when she was 12 years old and had written 2 more by the age of 18. Too shy to share her work with anyone, Pepper stock piled her many stories into notebooks until she came upon Literotica.com and was compelled to share her craft.

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