Breakneck Kink
A Valentine's Day Gift from Crystal Spears
Beautifully Cockblocked
Unedited
Braxxon
I’m fucking furious with my wife.
I’ve never been so unbelievably horny.
I get our baby girl is tiny and new to this world and she doesn’t want to be away from her for an entire day, but it's Valentine’s Day. I had an entire day planned where I was going to fuck my wife’s beautiful pussy raw. Swell those set of lips so big, she’d struggle to walk for a week.
Fatherhood is fucking hell on my aching cock.
Colic. That’s what the Pediatrician has diagnosed my beautiful daughter with.
Her cries interrupt mommy and daddy sexy time without fail.
I haven’t been able to successfully watch my nut drip down Winter’s creamy thighs for far too long. If you add Winter’s healing time, plus the Colic months, you get damn near half a fucking year!
Almost six goddamn months of my palm stroking my cock. All. By. Myself. I don’t even get to gaze at my naked wife when I’m jacking off.
And in the few short hours when our daughter is asleep, I do everything in my power to seduce my wife. Like right now, I’m stalking towards her naked, my cock thick and swollen with need and she has the audacity to growl at me.
Not the ‘I want to fuck you growl’, either.
Winter moves around me, walks to her dresser, pulls out some sexy panties, and heads towards our bathroom.
“You’re gonna give me that cunt or I’m gonna take it!” I roar as I chase after her.
“I don’t gotta do shit. I’m tired Braxx. I was up all night with Lana.”
God, she infuriates me.
“Ditto, darlin’, but I need my wife.” I grunt.
Angel spins around, her eyes going soft. “I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I do miss you.”
Gutted. Utterly fucking gutted.
“Come here,” I say with a soft tone.
When she is inches from my grasp, cries echo from the baby monitor in the bedroom, and with much despair I drop my arms. Winter’s entire stance sags with exhaustion. The defeat is clear in her tired eyes and my cock deflates along with any hope.
“I’ll get her,” I mumble.
I walk to my dresser, open the drawer, grab a pair of basketball shorts. I slip them on and peer over at my wife as a single tear rolls down her cheek.
Too beautiful to cry.
“Angel… why don’t you go back to sleep for a few hours.” I suggest while she sits down on the edge of the bed.
“Are you sure?”
I close the space between us, bend down, and cup her cheek. I stroke my thumb back and forth to calm her. “I’m sure. I love you.” I pull away after a chaste kiss on her soft lips.
“I love you, too.”
It takes everything in me to stand and back away.
She scoots back on the bed and slides under the comforter. I flip the ceiling fan on, shut the lights off, and close the bedroom door behind me.
Deep breath in. Deep breath out.
When I’m satisfied my disappointment is under control, I turn the corner, open my daughter’s door and walk towards her crib.
“Alright little mama,” I coo as I pick her up. “How is daddy supposed to give you a sibling if you’re always cryin’?”
She peers up at me as she continues to wail while I change her diaper. The sneaky little girl is already honing her skills with them eyes of hers. My daughters cry eases up when her butt is changed.
The doctor said the Colic would be ending soon.
This is good. She isn’t crying again.
For how long?
No clue.
I pick her up, cuddle her to my chest, and make a mad dash downstairs to the kitchen to make a bottle.
“Bottle time?” Tatiana questions when I round the corner.
I grunt with a nod.
She gets up from the table and makes quick work. I sag with relief. I can never get the temperature of the water for the formula mix right. My child is a diva. I take a seat next to Sniper and cradle my daughter tightly to my chest. He runs his fingers through his hair with a grunt.
“What’s up?” I laugh.
Sniper slides a piece of paper towards me with a growl. “She’s making me work for it. On all fucking days!”
My eyebrows pull together confused.
I scan the small piece of paper and burst with laughter.
“She’s basically makin’ you hunt for her pussy,” I chuckle.
“Braxxon!” Tatiana scolds me. “Give me the baby, she doesn’t need to hear your crude words!”
With gentle movements I place Lana in Tea’s arms and she scurries off into the living room to feed my beautiful little cockblocker.
“No fuckin’ for you either, huh,” my brother snickers.
I shove him hard. “Fuck you! If you can’t figure out this clue your dick will be just as dry as mine.”
Sniper growls as he picks up the vague clue.
“Roses are red, violets are blue, come find me where I am as equal as you,” he murmurs quietly while chewing on his bottom lip.
Now that it was read out loud, I know where this clue leads. I smirk, fold my arms and lean back in my chair.
Minutes pass with him still dumbfounded. I could make him suffer but my cock is in need too. I sympathize with his pain.
“For fucks sakes man. She’s at your gun range.” I sputter, choking on my laugh.
He shoves his chair back, stands, crumbles the clue in his palm, and throws it in my face. “Laugh it up man, your own child is cockblockin’ your ass,” he chuckles as he leaves.
I love my daughter more than anything in this world, but fuck do I miss naked time with my wife.
“I told you so,” Storm snickers as her and ZZ enter the kitchen.
“How the fuck was I supposed to know,” ZZ grumbles.
I extend my legs, lean back and continue to be nosey. What else is there to do? I can’t fuck my wife and Tatiana took my kid.
“It’s common sense. You had your cock pierced multiple times. Don’t tell me it was usable while it healed.” Storm smirks.
Interesting.
“I was always fucked up in them days. I can’t fuckin’ remember,” he responds.
Storm opens the freezer, grabs the ice tray, pops some cubes, then places the tray back into the freezer. I watch as she puts the cubes into a baggie with a scowl on her face.
“Well, now I gotta go ice my twat because you thought it would be a good idea to try fucking me minutes after I got my hood pierced!”
Wow!
My wife is missing some action down here.
God, I miss my angel, even though she is upstairs asleep and we see one another 24/7. We get no time alone. Among the businesses, the Club, and being parents, there is no time for us anymore.
“Where you goin’,” ZZ rushes after Storm.
“I’m going to lie in bed with a bag of ice on my snatch!” she yells over her shoulder.
I can’t help it. I lose it.
“Keep it down in there,” Tatiana whisper yells from the living room.
My mouth snaps shut. It has been a whole twenty minutes of no baby crying. I’m not about to mess it up.
I stand, stretch, and walk to the living room. Tatiana is rocking Lana slowly in the recliner. I sit on the couch beside her and quietly put my legs on the coffee table.
“Thank you, Tea.’
“No problem, what was dad going on about,” she questions with a furrow brow.
I chuckle. “Not sure you wanna hear it, darlin’.”
Tatiana gives me a look to say go on let me hear it.
“From what I gather, your pops took Storm to get a piercing and now they can’t fuck,” I respond honestly.
She cracks a smile. “Sounds like dad. He never thinks things through.”
I agree. He is one complicated fucker.
“So what’s goin’ on with you and Shadow?”
Tea grimaces. “I want roses on this specific day and he wants kink.”
Shit. No-one is getting laid lately.
“Tea…”
She huffs. “Don’t even start. I don’t care what he’s used to. I happen to love myself enough to know I am worth flowers at least a few times a year.”
Well, she has me there. Can’t argue with that.
Speaking of which…
“I need to have flowers ordered and delivered,” I mumble.
Tatiana gives me an exasperated look. “You haven’t ordered them yet? You know it is going to be hard to get them delivered on Valentine’s Day, right?”
She forgets who she is talking to.
I pull up the information on my phone and hit call.
“Jamaica Flowers,” a polite voice answers.
“Hi, this is Braxxon Breaker over at Breakneck. I need some flowers delivered to my wife.”
“Certainly Mr. Breaker. Do you happen to know what type of flowers you’d like?” the voice responds.
I smirk over at Tatiana.
“I want a variety. How about I give my credit card number over the phone and you spend a couple thousand.”
The woman gasps over the line. “Our stock is a little shy, due to the busy day and all. For an extra charge I can have a large order placed from the greenhouses, but it will take a little over two hours.”
I don’t give her a chance to say anything else, I rattle off my card number and tell her my wife’s name, give the delivery instructions, and end the call.
“See, why can’t he do something like that for me,” Tatiana grumbles while standing carefully with Lana in her arms.
She walks her over to the basinet we keep downstairs and lowers her down. Tea moves as if she has been doing this for years. She is amazing with Lana. One day I will talk my wife into letting Tea babysit.
“She’s snoring logs,” Tea whispers.
I grunt. “Not for long.”
“It’ll be over soon enough. Colic doesn’t last a lifetime.”
When did Tatiana grow up? God. I hope like hell my baby doesn’t grow up as fast as her.
I pull the basinet over to the recliner, sit, and watch little momma as she sleeps. She is so beautiful. Lana is the only good thing I have possibly done in my entire life. And all thanks to my amazing wife. I never thought I’d be a father, let alone a husband. Life is fucking amazing and would be even more amazing if I could have some alone time with my Angel.
The front door opens and Berry walks in.
“Hello, Berry,” I murmur.
Berry sits on the couch beside me.
“I’ve come to take the baby for the day,” she informs me.
She is trying to get me killed. Winter would castrate me if she woke and Lana wasn’t here.
“You know I can’t do that,” I respond with disappointment.
“I’m going to stay on the compound. It’s a pretty day, we have a stroller, and if she wakes, I can walk her around to settle the little one down.”
It sounds so innocent. I guess it would be okay if she stayed on the property.
“It’s Valentine’s Day, Braxxon. Go upstairs, run some bath water in your garden tub, light some candles, and take a long soak with your wife.”
Fuck me does that sound good.
“Are you sure?”
“Go on, boy. I’ll be fine and so will this gorgeous girl.” She shushes me away.
I stand, kiss two of my fingers and place them on my daughters cheek, careful not to wake her.
“Thank you, momma B.”
“Of course, darling, now go on.”
***
The tub is full with warm water and bubbles. The candles are lit; her favorite radio channel is playing in the background. I pick up the cup of coffee I had one of the prospects pick up from the coffee shop she loves and head into our bedroom. I sit down on the bed and sway the cup in front of her nose.
She stirs and cracks open her eyes with a small smile.
“Hey,” she mumbles and sits up.
“Happy Valentine’s Day wife,” I grin as I hand her the coffee.
Her hand wraps around the cup and I notice she looks a lot better after only a few hours of sleep.
“Happy Valentine’s Day to you, too. Where’s Lana?”
I can do this. I’m a hardass, She’ll be okay with it.
Stop being a fucking pansy and answer the woman!
“Berry has her, but before you get mad, they’re staying on the compound,” I rush out.
The cup stop midday to her mouth and my heart stop beating.
Shit!
“Thank, God,” she exhales. “I love our daughter, but it will be nice to have a few hours alone with you.”
That was easier than I thought.
“Come on, baby, I ran a bubble bath for us.”
Winter chuckles. “You ran me a bubble bath?”
I take the coffee from her, set it on the bedside table, and jerk her towards me. “I ran us a bubble bath.” I growl as I crash my lips to hers.
She gasps and gives me the open to massage her tongue with mine.
I groan with need.
“Bath.” I chuckle into her mouth.
I want to fuck my wife so good but she deserves romance and rest before I bruise the shit out of her pussy.
“Yeah, okay.”
I lift her into my arms, stand, and strut to the bathroom.
I am a man on a mission after all.
“Baby, thank you,” she says as I let her down. “I’m serious. The cat nap with no interruptions and now this.” she sweeps her hand around the room.
She is shocked.
Wait until she sees the courtyard when the flowers arrive.
“Now give me a good little strip, angel.”
“At the same time,” she orders.
We rush out of our clothes and into the tub.
“What do you want for Valentine’s Day, angel?”
I watch as she eases up and onto the edge of the tub and spreads her legs wide open. She cocks her finger at me.
This is why this gorgeous creature is my wife.
“I want my pussy ate for 45 minutes and a good hard fuck for the 15 minutes after,” she purrs.
I run my hand up her leg and dig my fingers into her luscious thick thigh. “Why only an hour of play, baby,” I whisper as I bring my mouth down upon her center.
Her fingers rake through my hair when my tongue flicks her clit.
“Because,” she moans. “It’s been so long.”
Fuck yeah it has.
I slap my hands to her hips and burrow my face. I lick and suck until my cock can’t take the hardness a moment longer.
“I need to fuck you,” I groan while I pull away and stand with her in my arms. I step out of the tub and press her against the wall. “Hard and fast, yeah?”
Winter’s fingers dig into my shoulder blades. “Fuck yes.”
Growling, I latch my lips to hers and sink her down on my cock.
The pressure is too much and I slam my right palm against the wall.
Fuck!
“Shit, Braxx!” she moans into my mouth while I pound inside of her. “I can’t take it; it’s been so long. I’m gonna come.”
Her juice coats my dick and I lose all control.
I place my forehead against hers. “I feel like a fuckin’ hormonal teenager with how fast you made me come,” I laugh.
Winter wraps her arms around my neck tighter. “No, baby, we’re just beautifully cockblocked.”
Piercings Gone Wrong
Storm
I've never been so pissed off at ZZ. How is this particular present a gift from him to me? Let’s be honest here. My now pierced hood is a gift to him. The joke is on him though. We can't have sex until it is healed. He tried fucking me in the bathroom at the tattoo parlor and the girl who pierced me, knocked on the door, and told him, he best not trying to stick his worm in the hole. At first I laughed, because who talks like that? A lesbian, a very hot lesbian that could probably sway me into lesbianism if I weren't so in love with ZZ.
"She was just jokin' babe," ZZ tries to convince me as we enter the living quarters on the compound.
I shake my head as I make my way into the kitchen. "I told you so," I growl.
I'm so fucking angry. After the hot chick told ZZ he couldn’t play with me for a little while, the poor thing looked so lost. I almost felt bad. Almost.
I told you so,” I snicker.
“How the fuck was I supposed to know,” he crumbles as he follows me around like a little lost puppy.
“It’s common sense. You had your cock pierced multiple times. Don’t tell me it was usable while it healed,” I say in disbelief.
I inward groan when I notice Braxxon study our conversation. Nosey jerk.
“I was always fucked up in them days. I can’t fuckin’ remember,” he grumbles.
I huff all the way to the cabinet with the baggies. After I snag one, I open the freezer, grab an ice tray, crack some ice, put it in the baggie, and return the tray to the freezer.
“Well, now I gotta ice my twat because you thought it would be a good idea to try fucking me minutes after I get my hood pierced!”
I stomp all the way upstairs and into our bedroom. Technically, it's my bedroom. We never really combined our rooms, we just screw and sleep in mine. His is basically empty. Only a few items of clothing and a few pieces of furniture reside in his.
With gentle movements, I ease onto my bed and lay the ice down between my legs. I'm still angry he followed me to the restroom and tried getting laid minutes after I had a needle puncture two holes above my clit.
Idiot!
"Darlin' this shit ain't right, it's fuckin' Valentine's Day. I'm horny. At least give me a blow job or somethin'," he grumbles as he shuts the door.
Oh no he didn't.
"Get the hell out of here, ZZ!"
Infuriating man!
"No! It's lover’s day, you made me fall in love with you, so in retrospect, this shit is your fault."
Motherfucker!
"First off all, I did not make you fall in love with me! You did that all on your own! Second of all, this stupid gift was your idea. You ruined Valentine's Day," I yell. "I'm so pissed at you."
He knows I could give a rats ass about Valentine's Day. In fact, I walked around all last night and this morning completely oblivious.
"But I love you, isn't fuckin' apart of Valentine's Day," he questions me.
I groan. "How the fuck should I know? I ain't got no experience with love nor this stupid damn Holiday! I was a sex slave! Do you even think before you speak," I sputter in disbelief. Surely he can't be this dense.
"I'm sorry baby, I just wanna fuck my wife."
"I'm not your wife." I bounce back.
"Yet."
I throw my head back on the pillow. He is going to be the death of me. My heart aches because I cannot stand fighting with him and my vagina is on fire.
"Baby, I don't wanna argue with you," I grumble as I stare at the ceiling.
The bed dips and I'm soon wrapped in is strong, tatted arms. "I don't wanna fight either, but I am a man, darlin'. Watchin' her pierce your pussy was hot and I love you. Of course that's a deadly combination on my cock. It's so swollen baby, I think I'm gonna die of blue balls."
My man. Always so brutally fucking honest.
Oh, hell. I am so going to regret this. "Get the lube, you can fuck my ass."
I can't help it. I'm horny now from his honesty, but I will regret that giant pierced cock fucking my asshole. I always do. It feels so good until the following day.
"Shit, darlin', don't fuck around like that, my cock can't handle it!"
I unravel myself from his arms, throw the ice on the bedside table, stand, and proceed to take my clothes off while his mouth hangs open in shock. I smirk and it seems to bring him back to reality.
He jumps off the bed and follows suit with his clothes. "You hardly ever give me that sweet ass. Not that I'm complainin', but fuck me, you just made my day sweetheart."
Swoon.
"No foreplay, only lube. My pussy hurts, don't be rubbin' up on it or I will rip your balls off," I warn him as he gets the lube out of our toy drawer.
"How do you want me," I ask while smacking my butt.
"Goddamn baby! Get over to your vanity chair," he orders while stroking his huge erection. "Put your knees up and together." I do as he says. "Now put that beautiful ass up in the air and watch in the mirror as I pound into your tight little hole."
I groan. Fuck I'm so wet and there isn't a damn thing I can do about it. It's all up to ZZ to get me off without touching my pussy.
"I fuckin' love you," he growls as he rubs lube at my entrance. "The things you do for me. I am such a lucky bastard."
I don't have time to respond before he rams into me. I scream from the burn his large cock creates. "Slow or fast," he whispers while he trails his lips down my spine. "Fuck," he growls as I contract against him.
"This is your gift, you pick the speed," I moan.
"I want the best of both worlds," he tells me as his arms reach under my armpits, locking me in place. His solid chest is against my back and I know what is about to happen. He is going to fuck me hard and fast first to loosen me up. "Ready, darlin'," he whispers sweetly.
"I love you," I tell him.
"Fuck yeah you do," he growls into my ear.
Thrust. "And." Thrust. "I." Thrust. "Fucking." Thrust. "Love." Thrust. "Too."
I close my eyes as the tingling sets in, but he isn't having it.
"Open those stellar eyes baby," he demands. "Watch me fuck your ass in the mirror. The faces you make alone are enough to make me come."
Oh god. He's dangerous to my health when he talks like that.
"Never gonna leave me, darlin'," he roars. "Never!"
I would have to die for it to happen. He is the air I breathe. The oxygen he provides is lifesaving.
"Never."
Jesus! His thrusts slow down and begins fucking me figure eight style.
"Talk to me baby, I don't wanna come yet," he chokes out. "Tell me why you'll never leave me!"
"You're my life," I pant. "Because on days such as these. They are special to you and you want them to be special for me, too," I continue to pant while I slam back against his cock. "You love me more than you love yourself," I scream out.
"Fuck right I do, baby! Slam that fat ass against my cock again," he orders while slapping my ass.
I do as he says and I my vision disappears, the lights twinkle behind the black curtain of my eyelids, and I swear I am about to pass out. He continues to slam into me over and over again until he's roaring so loudly my ears pop, bringing me back to reality.
His body slumps down on top of me. "I love you so much, my heart hurts all the goddamn time," he breathes.
His declaration sends chills throughout my entire body. I turn my head and gaze into his eyes. "You give me life," I whisper. "You make the pain I've suffered disappear."
ZZ pulls out and I feel the loss incredibly. He stands me up gently and turns me around to face him.
"Darlin', if I could make it disappear forever, I would. You know that, right?"
I gulp and nod my head with tears threatening to spill.
"I fuckin' hate what happened to you, but it gave me you. It rips me apart to know that's what brought us together, but to know I help take it all away... It helps me deal," he reveals.
I wrap my arms around him and release a sob because he is right. I wouldn't have found him any other way. I'm not naive enough to daydream about meeting under different circumstances.
We met how we met. Neither of us can change it.
"Happy Valentine's Day, ZZ," I say with hushed tones into his chest.
"Happy Lover's Day, darlin'."
***
ZZ brought me lunch in bed a few hours later. We ate and then his sweetness continued to spill out. I knew after I got through his tough exterior he was sweet, but this is unreal. I may not care about this stupid day, but he does. Considering all the trouble I had getting him to notice me, it is unreal he is this romantic.
"Darlin, I know after the miscarriage and your health issues we decided not to have any more kids. I love you for loving Tatiana as your own even though you're only a few years apart," he breathes in and out. "But if we won't have any children to raise what are we going to do with the rest of our lives?"
I stroke my fingers across his chest. "We will be together and Tea will give us grandbabies eventually and we will have tons of nieces and nephews, too. We will spoil them and me and you, we will simply be together."
Amazing. Wonderful. Simple. Us.
His hand catches mine. “Darlin’, sounds perfect,” he breathes huskily.
Oh no!
Truths spoken out loud are his kryptonite tonight.
“I’m gonna take it out,” he mutters as he sits up.
Thank god!
“Then, we’re gonna ice it, clean it, and we’re gonna fuck like jackrabbits.”
A way to a woman’s heart.
Clean and ice her snatch.
I huff. “Whatever.”
“Don’t fuckin’ whatever me. You know you wanna be a jackrabbit with me.”
Yeah, I kinda do.
“Okay.”
He smirks and carefully takes the piercing out. “This was possibly the dumbest idea I have ever had.”
I pat his shoulder. “It kinda was.”
ZZ jumps up, rushes to the bathroom and comes back out with some peroxide, cotton balls, and ointment. “Taking care of a wound has never been so damn sexy.”
While rolling my eyes, I spread my legs further open.
“Hurry up, will you.”
ZZ taps my lips with one of his fingers. “Hold still you little minx. I pride this sweet, delectable pussy of yours. I need to take proper care of it.”
“After you almost ruined it with your gift,” I quote.
He playfully growls. “I’ve already chalked it up as a fuck up. Must you rub it in, darling?”
“I’m clean enough. Now throw my legs over your shoulders and fuck me,” I order.
The ointment goes flying over his head, his boxers go down and his cock is beautifully displayed in front of me. “With pleasure.”