My White Ex Soldier's Past (BWWM Interracial Romance)
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Authors: J A Fielding
A interracial BWWM romance by J A Fielding
Part 2 in the 'Ex White Soldier' series, part one being '
My White Ex Soldier
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It's been a few months since the black beauty Desiree and white ex soldier Taylor have been dating. While the couple still don't know everything about each other, things are going largely well for both of them. But when a woman turns up out of the blue claiming to be Taylor's wife, how will Desiree react? And what's the story behind this new revelation? Read on to find out...
A must read for all fans of black woman white man interracial romance stories!
Warning: This book contains sexually descriptive scenes. Please only read if you're over 18.
Written by popular author J A Fielding. Other books by J A Fielding include the 'Mr White' series which goes in this order:
1. '
Is Mr White Mr Right?
',
2. '
Mr White Proposes
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3. '
Wedding Planning With Mr White
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4. '
My Honeymoon With Mr White
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5. '
Making Babies With Mr White
', and
6. '
Giving Birth To Mr White's Baby
'.
Desiree’s Monday had started out dull. The store had been busy all weekend due to a clearance sale. In her opinion, that weekend was worse than Black Friday or the last day of Christmas shopping. In just one afternoon, she would serve over a hundred customers and as if that was not bad enough, she had to do it on her feet. To her, those were the longest seventy-two hours of her life. After the long weekend, she walked to the duty roster to check out when her next day off would be. She was secretly hoping that it would be the next day.
“It would be the perfect way to beat the Monday blues,”
she thought as she walked past her co-workers. She let out a long sigh when she saw her name on the Thursday slot.
“Thursday. Who takes time off on a Thursday?”
she thought angrily as she made her way out of the store. She cursed silently as she walked towards the exit, silently hoping for a miracle. She was about to step out when Patrick, her supervisor called out her name. She rolled her eyes and sighed again.
“What now?”
she thought as she turned around.
“You worked really hard today and yesterday,” he said with a smile.
“Well, I was just fulfilling my duty,” Desiree said, a tired smile on her lips. Patrick ran his fingers through his curly hair and laughed. “What?” she asked looking at him.
“You individually took on most of the work and the management thinks you deserve a reward for that,” he said. Desiree smiled at him, obviously pleased with his words. “We have not yet decided what that will be but for starters, I would like to give you half the day off tomorrow,” he said. Desiree’s eyes grew huge. Monday was the one day she had the least hours.
“But I only have five hours on Mondays,” she said.
“Well, then you could just work for two and a half…or better still have the entire day off. With pay, of course,” he said looking at her. Desiree beamed. This was the best news she had heard all day…all weekend actually.
“There is a God!” she thought. She was secretly fighting the urge to throw her arms around Patrick at that moment. “Thank you so much, sir!” she said as she felt a surge of renewed energy flowing through her. This was exactly what she needed.
“You’re welcome. And by the way, if I were you, I would take advantage of the free assistant manager’s training next week. You are looking very promising for the position,” Patrick said as he walked away. Desiree smiled as she spun on her heel and practically danced her way out of the store. She was beaming all the way home and even though she was exhausted, she still thought she needed to see Taylor and maybe give him the details of all that had happened that day.
When she got home, the house was dead silent. There was a note stuck on the fridge from Rochelle saying that she would not be back until later that week because she was checking out some firms with Tony in Las Vegas. Desiree smiled and shook her head.
“Since when do accountants look for work in Vegas?” she thought as she walked to the living room. She took her phone out of her bag and quickly dialed Taylor. He answered on the third ring and judging from his voice, she knew that he was tired. Maybe just as tired as she was. “Long day?” she asked. She heard Taylor take a deep breath.
“You have no idea. I have never had to service three clients in a span of eight hours before,” he said. Desiree laughed.
“For some reason, what you just said sounds really dirty,” she said. Taylor laughed.
“I guess it does, huh?” he said. “How was your day? Is the madness at the store over?” he asked. Desiree leaned back on the couch and smiled.
“Yes, and Patrick gave me the best news,” she said.
“Patrick?” he said, sounding a bit confused.
“My supervisor,” she said quickly.
“Okay. Care to share?” he asked.
“So, apparently I have been a really good worker, so I might be up for a promotion. Assistant manager,” she said excitedly. Taylor gave a long low whistle.
“Good for you. So what celebration do you have in mind?” he asked. Desiree smiled.
“What makes you think I have something planned?” she asked.
“Dee, you have celebrations lined up for ceasefires in the Middle East,” he said. Desiree laughed.
“Okay, fine. I have no plans but I have the day off tomorrow, so we can have the weekend we never got,” she said. There was a short silence and Desiree just knew that Taylor was playing out the evening in his head.
“My place?” he asked after a while. She smiled and agreed. “Great. I’ll meet you there later,” he said before hanging up.
Desiree picked up her bag and walked to her room. She quickly took off her clothes and jumped in the shower. She did not want to make the mistake of having a quick catnap. Every time she wanted to take a quick nap, she always woke up eight hours too late. After she got up, she slipped into a pair of jeans and a frilly top before heading out of the apartment.
Sleepovers with Taylor had become something Desiree looked forward to almost daily. The sleepovers were so frequent that Rochelle and Cynthia had almost come to the conclusion that their relationship was almost at its next step: moving in together. Well, if she were asked, Desiree felt that they were almost ready to do that, but then again, she did not have the best track record when it came to making decisions about men. Actually, the word she would have used to explain her love life was “train wreck”…well, two words. But there was something different about Taylor. She could feel it every time she looked into his eyes or held his hand. There was a truth in his eyes and sincerity in his voice. There was so much more than just empty words with Taylor. There was a promise of a future, and if the sleepovers were anything to go by, then a life with Taylor was definitely one she treasured.
When she got to Taylor’s place, she used the spare key he kept under one of the flower pots to get in. She then walked to the fridge to look for something to eat.
“Awesome,” she thought as she noticed a slice of pizza on one of the shelves. She grabbed a bottle of water and then quickly microwaved the pizza. She took a seat on the sofa and turned on the TV as she took a bite of the slice. “Good old pepperoni,” she thought as she took another bite. After a few bites, she leaned back on the couch and covered herself up. She was just then beginning to feel the effects of the long hours she had worked during the weekend. She did not even realize when she began dozing off with the half eaten slice on her lap. When she woke up, she found herself looking into Taylor’s eyes.
“I have a feeling you had a longer day than I did,” he said with a smile.
“When did you get home?” she asked sitting up.
“Half an hour ago,” he said. “You looked so peaceful. I didn’t want to wake you. So I just went ahead and took a shower,” he said. “I noticed you could not even stay awake long enough to finish your snack,” he said, pointing at the half-eaten pizza slice on the table. Desiree suddenly became aware of the fact that she had fallen asleep while still holding the slice.
“Oh crap. I hope I didn’t get any on the couch,” she said looking around. Taylor smiled and held her shoulders.
“Hey, it’s okay. Nothing happened,” he said. “I was just getting started on dinner,” he added as he walked towards the kitchen. Desiree followed him and sat at the counter watching him chop up an eggplant.
“”What are you making?” she asked as she looked at him.
“Just a stew. Nothing fancy,” he said with a smile.
“Need some help?” she asked. Taylor smiled at her and then leaned forward for a kiss.
“No. You just sit there and look pretty. I got this,” he said as he emptied the eggplant into a pot. “So, a promotion?” he asked. She smiled and nodded.
“I am really excited about this. But it’s still a bit hushed. I don’t have it yet,” she said. Taylor looked at her and smiled.
“I have a feeling you are going to get it. The store would be nuts to give it to anyone else,” he said as she climbed off the counter stool. She walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his body. She slowly ran her arms on his chest and then down his tummy to his crotch. By this time, Taylor was breathing hard. “What are you doing?” he asked. She smiled as her fingers brushed across his crotch, making him shiver a little. “Dee…” he said again, still wondering whether to go on cooking or just stop and pay her the much needed attention she was craving.
“What? Don’t you like this?” she asked. He shook his head.
“The problem is that I do. I have actually missed it,” he said as she pushed his elastic waistband downward, leaving his cock exposed.
“Then take a break,” she said in a whisper as she ran her hands under his t-shirt.
“Our dinner will burn,” he said in a warning tone. She pulled his t-shirt over his head. She smiled as she let the t-shirt drop to the floor.
“Turn it off,” she whispered again as she turned him around. Taylor looked at her as she pulled her top off. She looked back at him as she slowly undid the zipper on her pants and then pushed them down. She smiled at him as she stepped out of her pants and then reached over to turn off the stove. By this time, Taylor was just stationary. All he could do was watch…watch as she took off her bra, letting her breasts free. He wanted to take her in his arms and just kiss her, feel the softness of her skin underneath his palms. He was still thinking of all the things he wanted to do to her when she wrapped her arms around his neck. She looked at him and then took off her panties, the last piece of her clothing. He pulled her closer to her and kissed her hungrily. He had not seen her in a week, let alone made love to her. His mind was on overdrive as he thought of sinking himself inside her, filling her up and penetrating her every fold. She moaned as she felt his hand greedily caressing her, begging for her to allow him to take control. She pulled away from him and pulled him towards her, making him step out of his pants that were gathered around his ankles.
She sunk to the floor and beckoned for him to join her. He quickly got on the floor next to her and kissed her again as he slowly forced her body down on the cold floor. She wrapped her arms around him and then spread her legs. She heard him moan when the tip of his cock brushed against her wet pussy. He was about to push himself in when she suddenly flipped him over so that he was under her. Taylor looked up at her, his eyes begging to take her but all she did was smile and shake her head.
“Not just yet,” she said as she leaned down and began kissing his neck. Taylor moaned out loud and caressed her back as she kissed his neck and ran her tongue down his chest. He gasped when he felt her warm tongue on one of his taut nipples. It was tormenting but he could tell by the way she did it that she was having fun. It was almost as if she was getting back at him for his long foreplay sessions. He gasped again when she ran her tongue down his navel to his crotch. He could feel himself getting harder by the minute. He felt his cock getting rigid, yearning for some quality time inside her pussy. She worked her way down to his scrotal sac and ran her tongue along his balls, making him groan softly. She smiled and took one of his balls in her mouth and gently sucked on him. He shivered as she released him, only to take in the other one. He was still breathing hard and fast when he felt a sudden heat engulf his cock. He raised his head and looked at her sucking on his cock. He wanted to explode inside her mouth. She ran her tongue along the length of his cock and then slowly circled her tongue on its tip. By this time, he had given up all hope of taking control. He closed his eyes and leaned back as she took in as much of his length as she could. He had been given head before but there was something about the way Desiree did it that made it even more special than it already was.
“Oh my God, Dee, I really want you,” Taylor moaned as Desiree’s head bobbed up and down on his cock. She pulled away and looked at the monster she had helped create.
“What do you want to do to me?” she asked in a sexy voice. Taylor looked at her, amazed that she had this much composure so soon after almost killing him with anticipation.
“I want to get inside you, right now,” he said looking into her eyes. She smiled as she straddled him, ready to ride him hard. She looked down on him as she slipped him inside her. She let out a moan when she felt him filling her folds. She looked down at him and began to slowly ride him. Taylor looked into her eyes intensely as she bucked her hips forward, stroking him gently with every move. He put his hands on her hips and used his grip to propel himself inside her. She felt so tight around his cock; he could not hold out for too much longer. He slowed down and looked into her eyes.
“Why did you stop?” she asked, looking at down at him..
“Because I don’t want to cum yet,” he said panting.
“I don’t want you to cum either,” she said, looking at him. He pulled himself up and took one of her nipples inside his mouth. She gasped as she felt him begin to suck hard. Her other breast was getting some much needed attention from his flicking fingertips. She moaned and groaned as he sucked, tugged and gently squeezed her nipples. He kept going until he could not hold back anymore. All he wanted to do at that moment was thrust into her repeatedly and look into her eyes as they came together.
He released her nipples and held her close as he began thrusting into her hard and fast. Desiree began screaming loudly as he slammed into her over and over again. She knew that by the way he was going, it would not be long before he sent her into a convulsive state of orgasm. She looked down at him and watched as his face grimaced, a true sign that his orgasm was just around the corner. She cried out loud when she felt a surge of hot energy go through her body. She shivered violently in his arms as she felt herself at the mercy of their combined orgasms. She collapsed on him and as they lay there, spent and panting hard. She could not think of a place she would rather be.