Fifty Shades of Cena

by Keeper of Oz

John Cena has been the face of the WWE for ten years. Holding deep secrets, he struggles to maintain his image and his privacy as any cost. A chance meeting with a unique young woman guarding her own deep secrets - leaves John questioning his future. Can they learn to trust each other with their secrets or will they let it all fade away?

20. WHAT HAVE I DONE

Disclaimer: As always I own nothing associated with WWE. I own nothing more than my OC's and the story line. All mention of music and or fictional characters do not belong to me but rather to their respected artists.

Author's Note: Special thanks to everyone who is reading, reviewing, following or adding this story to your favorites list; you all are simply the best:

Warning: This chapter promises to contain some heavy smut. If that is not something you want to read then please feel free to skip this chapter. If you do read, please bear in mind this is my very first attempt at writing real smut. So please be kind with any and all reviews. Xoxox OZ

(Mercedes P.O.V.)

It was after five a.m. when he finally left St. Louis by private charter – headed for Tampa. John wasted no time, the minute I agreed to go to Florida with him he was on the phone booking this flight and making arrangements. As we boarded the small private plane, one of the flight crew mentioned that our flight should be no more than an hour and fifty-five minutes. We had so much to talk about and a two hour flight ahead of all alone. I was suddenly grateful for our nearly all night hospital stay. While John had gotten a reasonably clean bill of health; we were both still utterly exhausted. Conversation could wait until we were back on solid ground.

I must have quickly dozed off right after takeoff – I mean one minute were in St. Louis and the next John is gently nudging my shoulder telling me were about to land. The drive from the airport out to his place was nearly the longest forty-five minutes of my life. I didn't know what to say or how to say it. Despite the nearly two hours sleep on the plane I was exhausted. I simply wanted a hot shower and a warm bed. As we neared his place, I texted my aunt and let her know that we'd arrived safe and sound. I smiled briefly thinking back to our brief conversation the night before. The moment John was busy with nurses and staff I slipped off to call Aunt Stephanie. I told her all about being a St. Louis Memorial with John. Having witnessed him and Ryback going out at it; I think she was both relieved and grateful that someone – anyone was able to convince to be checked out professionally. We spent a few moments more discussing his health before I asked for the rest of the week off. I explained that John had invited me to come with him to Tampa. The instant silence on the line bothered me. I didn't know what my aunt was thinking. I certainly wasn't naïve enough to think that she didn't at least suspect something between John and me. Question was I still didn't know where she stood in regards to our "relationship." All I could say for certain was that I was nearly certain that she would be more understanding than my uncle – nearly certain. Her only words were to not worry about my uncle and to please be careful.

As we pulled into the circular drive, I felt as if my jaw was going to drag the ground. I'd thought John's bus was extravagant. When in actuality it was nothing compared to this house. This house was absolutely beautiful; just looking at it from the outside was nearly too much. I could barely wrap my mind around the fact that one man lived here all alone. John paid and tipped the driver before collecting our bags and leading us both inside. Standing just inside the front door, I immediately felt as if I needed to pick my jaw up off the floor. The foyer alone was spectacular with its beautiful cream coloring, vaulted ceilings, and completely gorgeous chandelier. Without a word, he turned towards the large winding staircase with its rich dark craved hand railing and luxurious thick oatmeal colored carpeting. Following his lead, we walked upstairs. He stopped outside a large closed door – a bedroom – his I presumed. He glanced once at me – his gaze intense and unreadable. His eyes darted between this door and an identical one directly across the hall. Mumbling to himself he gave the door knob a gentle turn and quickly pushed his way inside. Definitely John's bedroom, I smiled looking about the room. Painted in rich shades of blue and cream the bedroom was huge; dominated by a beautiful California king size bed sitting center stage. I watched as he dropped our bags in front of the large spacious oak dresser; taking a set at the end of the bed he watched me with hooded eyes. Standing near the middle of the room, I turned in a slow lazy circle; attempting to take everything in at once. I noted the three five by seven framed family photos sitting atop the dresser, the large door way leading to what I presumed was the master bath, the large corner book shelf containing what appeared to be wrestling memories and memorabilia. My lazy circle stopped once more at the foot of the bed; with it beautiful deep royal blue quilt – complete with several large pillows with matching pillow shams.

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(JOHN'S P.O.V.)

I watched as she took in her surroundings. My mind was racing with questions. A part of me was desperate to know every thought in her pretty little head. I hadn't had a woman in my personal space since Liz. After the divorce I didn't want anyone in my space. I couldn't tolerate the idea of sharing my privacy – yet I couldn't leave with the silence either. For the first time, I began to wonder if my "playroom" was a real need or a necessity. Reaching out I trailed my fingers down her arm before taking her hand and pulling her to sit beside me on the bed. "Tell me Cedes," I implored "what's going in that head of yours?"

Looking around the room she gave me that small brief sexy little grin. "I have a question?"

Squeezing her hand, I assumed I knew what she was going to ask. "If it's about sharing my room – you more than welcome to take the guest room across the hall; I don't want you to feel pressured about anything while you're here. I just assumed since we...shared my room on the bus that this would be ok with you."

Toying with my fingers, her eyes didn't quite meet mine "Your room is fine John. That isn't what I was going to ask."

"Good" I replied instantly without thought "I rather like waking up next to you."

My words were greeted by that damned sexy little grin and giggle. That smile that sound, it's like I feel another little piece inside me slipping into…into something new, unknown, and a little terrifying. "So this is your playroom right?"

"This is your playroom right," such an innocent fair question; a question that felt like a heavy sucker punch to the guts nonetheless. "Playroom…playroom…playroom" one simple yet complicated word echoing endlessly through my head. I'm the one who nicknamed the damn room playroom. All of my previous female 'friends' had at one time or another referred to it as the playroom. So why did it sound like such a dirty little word when it slipped from her lips? I suddenly didn't want to meet her gaze. It felt as if the wind was suddenly yanked from my sails. Standing I strode towards the large bedroom window. With my back to her, "Um…no…No Mercedes this is…this is just my bedroom."

"Oh…I just…I just assumed…" I heard her simple, if somewhat halting words and it did nothing to return my previous feeling.

"It's downstairs!" I answered simply without emotion. Shifting the curtain aside, I gazed unseeing out the second story window at the vast yard below. Choosing my words carefully, I ignored my better judgment and simply spoke "I'm not sure I want you in that room Mercedes." Turning slowly to face her, I could see the confusion clouding her beautiful dark eyes. Reaching the end of the bed, I once more took her hand intent on pulling her to her feet and into my arms. The need to hold her; to really touch her was suddenly overwhelming in its pure intensity. I felt the slight resistance in her stance, but push forward anyway. I'd said something to upset or offend her. I'll be damned if I know what it was. All I knew for sure was that I had done it. Something in my head screamed make this right before you screw up the whole damned week.

Wrapping my arms around her I pulled her in close. I loved the way she fit all nice and tight against my chest. Her soft, warm curves pushed so intimately against me. It was the most amazing and terrifying feeling in my whole life. "Look at me, Mercedes."

As she slowly lifted her eyes to meet mine, I spoke, "I don't know if I want you in you my playroom Mercedes." Her eyes dropped. I tucked my finger under her chin, "Let me finish. Your better than that damned old room. When I look at you I see such innocence – such light. I don't want that damned room spoiling that.

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(Mercedes P.O.V.)

A part of me wanted to run screaming from the house; to get as far away from John and this place as I possibly could. Yet another part of me – a larger part was nearly stunned. I wasn't sure what to say or do next. "So…" I muttered. "You do…..you do want….me?" I asked with a halting stammer.

"OH God!" he groaned as if in severe agony. Right now I want you more than my next breath. The thing is I want you here in my bed; spread out where I can take my own sweet time and enjoy every single inch of your delectable body."

I suddenly felt as if the room were nearly spinning. My nerves were in overdrive. What's the correct response when a man suddenly declares how very much he wants you? At that moment I realized that distant whimper was me. I absently wondered if the power of his words would ever cease to arouse me. "So…does that mean I'll…I'll never see your playroom?" I couldn't explain it, but I was quickly disappointed at the thought that he would never take me there.

Watching me with those big blue eyes, he shrugged. "Maybe one day after we've thoroughly explored one another; more comfortable with each other that sort of thing. Maybe then I will take you inside the playroom."

I smiled feeling a little giddy. "I think I'd like that."

"You need to be very sure about the playroom Mercedes. I don't want you in there unless you're absolutely certain that's where you want to be."

I watched his face. He looked so conflicted. His eyes looked so young – like those of a school-boy. Placing my hands on his chest, I slid my hands upwards along his shoulders wrapping my arms around him. My fingers toyed with the back of his neck; before moving upward to feel the brush of his short hair against my hands. I wanted to assure him. I needed for him to understand that there was no-where else on earth I would rather be than right here – right now with him. Leaning into him I whispered, "Kiss me John."

His kiss was soft, warm, undemanding, and all to fleeting. I was lost in his eyes. The fingers of one hand brushing through his soft all too short hair. I caressed his right cheek, before moving my fingers across his full wet lips. My only thought kissing him one more time. Suddenly an uneasy thought filled my mind filling me with an uneasy dread. Taking a shaky breath, I tried to smile, "John…do you?" I stopped searching for the right words. The words in my head sounded so naïve and immature. I feared the wrong words would break the spell we were both under. "I've read…I mean I've heard that some men?" Damn why did this have to be so freaking hard? "John…inside the playroom…do you share?"

"Do I what?" He asked seeming as surprised by my asking as I was.

"Do you like to share….I mean I've heard that some men…uh couples get into that?" I felt so naïve and nearly childlike compared to him. I wouldn't have been surprised if he had burst out laughing at me.

Tucking his fingers under my chin he tilted my gaze to meet his. "Mercedes, baby girl, you have nothing to worry about. Yes some men like me – some couples even like to share; some even get into having others watch."

"Do you?" I asked with intense trepidation.

"Mercedes there is no way in hell I'm sharing you or that sexy little body of yours. Every touch, every caress, every whispered word, your moans, your screams, every last second of your orgasms; it all belongs to me and me alone. I am not sharing you with another damned soul – ever."

I practically moaned at his words. My mind flooded with the images of his hands on my nude body stroking, caressing, touching, and in the end bringing me to epic orgasm. My face blushed hot scarlet. From the corner of my eye, I cast a quick glance towards the bed. "Oh my" I thought, my inner diva screaming for more now. Tamping back the invasive thoughts and images – I tried to lighten the mood "I hate to disappoint you John, but I'm not a screamer."

He laughed out loud a sexy happy sound; all too fleetingly. I felt his arms tightening around my body. His embrace pulled me in tight and close. I could feel his eyes on my mouth. Without conscious thought, I licked my lips before beginning to gently tug my bottom lip between my teeth. The simple unconscious act was enough to make John groan out loud low and long. "Damn woman" he groaned before claiming my mouth in a hard punishing kiss. He mouth plundered mine. His tongue missed nothing as he swept the inside of mouth over and over again. He nipped at my lower lip. Kissing his way along my jaw, he whispered gently "You will scream for me baby-girl. You will scream over and over as I find new and creative ways to make you cum all night long."

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(John's P.O.V.)

My words hit the intended mark – her cheeks a beautiful sexy scarlet rose, her breathing rapid, and her eyes as wide a saucers. I couldn't help it I laughed. Pulling away I grinned brief and hungry. Taking her hand I led her to the master bath. Opening the door I clicked on the light. Releasing my hand, she squealed giggling; putting me in mind of a little girl with pigtails playing on the school playground; as I watched her rush towards the large hunter green garden tub. "Oh my God John! This tub looks simply heavenly."

Slipping silently up behind her, I wrapped my arms around her waist. "Why don't you take some time, have yourself a nice long bath, and enjoy the tub. Afterwards there's a little Italian place about fifteen – twenty minutes from here. We could go and have an early dinner – maybe a little dancing; come home and settle in early. What do you say?"

Turning quickly in my arms, she smiled "that sounds heavenly John." Casting a brief longing glance over her shoulder at my garden tub she sighed "if you haven't heard from in or say about an hour – send in the search party."

I laughed leaving her to enjoy her bath in private.

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(Mercedes P.O.V.)

John's garden tub was the largest I've ever seen in a private residence. Adjusting the water temperature, I realized that two people could easily fit inside that tub at the same time. Indulging those thoughts for a moment too long, I shook my head with a rueful smile before going in search of my suitcase.

More than an hour later, I'd thoroughly enjoyed an hour long soak in the hottest water I could possibly stand. Wrapping myself up in one of the large, fluffy, soft, blue and green bath towel I padded soundlessly out the bed. Stretching out on the bed, I gave myself just a few minutes to daydream about the rest of my evening with John. Fearing I would fall asleep and ruin whatever plans John had. Sliding from the bed, I went in search of something appropriate to wear. I was certain that I'd packed a beautiful little lavender colored sun dress – I'd bought the last time I was home. Instead of finding my lavender sundress, I found an absolutely beautiful coral colored, ankle length, halter style, soft cotton maxi dress with a little note from Kaitlyn and Aunt Steph. Apparently the two of them were just certain that John would win his match against Ryback and want to celebrate afterwards. This dress was their way of saying – 'go celebrate with John and have a great time.'

Standing in front of the large oversized bathroom mirror – I held the dress up in front of me. The dress wasn't something that I would have normally bought for myself. Truth be told, I would have looked at it on the rack and thought 'wow I really love that dress, but it will never fit me.' If I had by some fluke managed to talk myself into buying the dress for myself, I would instantly want to be a little matching wrap or shrug to go with it. It wasn't just my weight that worried me – although that was definitely a factor. This was a strapless halter dress, I groaned worrying if I wouldn't spend the evening trying to not pop out of the top of it. Whatever possessed inner diva lived in my head began to cackle like some sort of psychotic maniac. "This is John Cena were talking about; take a chance, what have you got to loose, get out there and live a little."

I hated to admit it but my inner diva was right. I was going out with John. I would be perfectly safe with John this evening. Laying the dress atop the large marble vanity, I went in search of the perfect undergarments and shoes.

Half an hour later, I had dried my hair. Thankful that I remembered to pack my flat iron, I took an extra few minutes and straightened my long dark hair. I rummaged through my make-up bag applying just a touch of color to my cheeks and eyes. Slipping into my dress, I tied the halter around my neck, found a pair of simple silver earrings that sparkled and dangled just so from my ears. Spritzing myself with my favorite perfume, I grabbed my favorite pair of sandals and headed downstairs. "John" I called out unsure where he'd wandered off to. As he stepped around the corner, his eyes watching my every step; I wasn't sure which of us was likely to swallow our tongues first. Turning slowly I asked "do you like it? I'm not over-dressed am I?"

With his hands settled at my waist he brushed a whisper soft kiss across my right cheek. "You look amazing. Shall we go?"

Dinner was amazing. I'd ordered the house special shrimp fettuccine while John ordered grilled tilapia. I knew little to nothing about wine, but John did. He ordered us a perfect bottle of red wine to accompany our dinner. We kept the conversation light. We talked about the differences between living in Tampa and living in Massachusetts. We talked about traveling. I admitted that except for my time with the WWE that I'd never really travelled much at all. John laughed promising to show me all around the area tomorrow. He even promised to show me his hometown the next time WWE went through Massachusetts.

I told him a little about growing up with H for an uncle. He commented on my obviously very close relationship with my aunt and uncle. I briefly explained my rather rocky relationship with my mother. We talked about my step-father Joel and my relationship with my much younger baby sister Christina. I was amazed at how comfortable I was becoming with John. With every conversation I could feel my trust for him growing. Time was teaching me that I could trust him to be there for me despite the ugliness of my past. I wondered if he knew just how grateful I was for such a precious gift. Cutting a small piece of tilapia, he smiled "Mercedes this is the best seafood I've had in ages. You have got to try this." Leaning across the table he feed me from his own fork. This may sound childish, but as I chewed this small bite of fish I could feel the spastic butterflies becoming giddy in my stomach. It was such a sweet gesture. A gesture no man had before. I suddenly realized that if I thought a being feed a small bite of seafood from my date's fork was so darn sweet I was definitely falling in deeper than I wanted to be.

As we finished our meal, the waitress cleared the table promising to check back with us later to see if we wanted dessert. Alone again John took my hand asking me to dance. Slowly gently he led me out to small dance floor to the right of the dining room. I didn't recognize the song, but he obviously did he as he twilled me around the floor. The second song began much slower than the first. John wrapped his arms around me holding me close and tight as we swayed across the floor. I could feel his heart beating strong and steady in his chest. He smelled divine. John's own private mixture of cologne and soap the perfect scent along his warm flesh. Half way through the song he buried his face in my neck. I could feel him smile when he sighed. "My God woman do you have any idea how incredible you smell? The phrase good enough to eat certainly comes to mind."

I shivered his breath warm against the sensitive flesh of my neck. "John" his name a purely guttural response torn from my lips. I could feel him folding his body in and around mine. I swayed across the floor with him – letting him lead me lazily across the room. I could feel the gentle swipe of his tongue against my neck all the way to my toes. "John please," I pleaded – for what I am completely unsure.

He groaned deep and low in my ear. "I need you Mercedes. I need you now."

Unsure of so much I pulled back just a little "John" I asked "are you?"

Pulling me close once more he growled nibbling at my right ear lobe. "I want to spend the entire rest of the night making love to you – listening to you scream for me."

I wish I could say that I was above letting his words affect me so powerfully but I would be a damned liar. Leaving the restaurant and the short fifteen – twenty minute ride home were a complete blur. Entering the foyer, I slipped off my sandals and headed for the steps. With a good three step lead on John, I called over my shoulder with a girlish giggle "You have to catch me first big guy!" With that I gathered some of long skirt into my trembling fingers so I wouldn't trip and raced up the steps; with John hot on my heels. I ran giggling and shrieking into his bedroom. Standing in the middle of the room, I turned facing the door waiting for him to enter. I didn't have to wait long. Quietly closing the door behind him he smiled hungry and calculating as he slowly unbuttoned his long sleeve white shirt. "So Mercedes you want to play games do you?"

I could hardly find the words to speak as I watched him slip the snow white shirt from his shoulders. Dropping the shirt onto the closest flat surface I turned advancing on me. "John" I pleaded hands up palms out not sure of his intent. I moved backwards trying to circle away from him. I figured myself so clever; continuing our little game of cat and mouse. Clever that is until I found myself trapped between him and the wall behind me. "John" his name nothing more than a breathy giggle escaping my lips. The fingers of his right hand trailed down my cheek and across my exposed collar bone. His hand trailed even lower, slowly cupping my right breast in his firm grasp. My body instantly betrayed my want for him as my nipples began to pebble under his firm touch. Releasing my breast all too quickly he reached around my neck and made quick work of untying my dress. Drawing my dress down, he exposed my breasts. My first instinct was to cover myself with my hands. My hands must have flinched; something told John that's what I was thinking without my saying a word. "No" he commanded softly but firmly "Don't hide from Mercedes – not tonight! Don't even think of hiding from me tonight." Cupping my left breast he toyed with my nipple; while his mouth devoured my right breast. His tongue bathed my nipple over and over again. He was so gently, I wanted to scream in agony. My breasts were never the most sensitive part of my body. Truthfully I never understood what all the fuss was. I got it now; boy did I get it. He continued to suckle at my breast seemingly unaware of what his simple touch was doing to me. I pushed my fingers into his cropped short light brown hair. I felt as though I were literally trying to pull his hair. It seemed an eternity had passed when I felt his hands pushing at my dressing; when in actuality I'm sure it was only a few seconds – minutes maybe nothing more. As my dress slipped past my hips to reveal my pink and white thong panties I was certain I was going to scream. If the look on his face was anything to judge by he really did think I was "good enough to eat."

Stepping out of my dress as it puddled around me on the floor, I stood there a little self- consciously as his eyes roamed and devoured my body. His hand trailed across my abdomen and down across my hip before coming to rest between my thighs. I could feel him gently but insistently spreading my legs. His large hand engulfed my cotton covered pussy. I was already so hot, damp, and wet that I felt like screaming how much further over the edge would his touch push me. I heard the ripping tearing sound seconds before my muddled mind realized what I was hearing. That was the sound of John literally tearing the soft cotton panties from my body. I felt his long slender fingers teasing me, causing my hips to buck hard against his touch. The noises inside the room grew louder. I almost felt the need to look around – where was that whimpering coming…oh my God I realized that whimpering, that panting moaning, all that noise was me. Two of his long fingers penetrated my wet body – causing me jerk and buck hard against his wandering hand. His touch was incredible. My body was responding to him unlike anything I had ever felt. I was so wet. My whole body was trembling with needs and wants that were nearly foreign to me. I couldn't stop myself. I was so close to the edge – the tension I felt in my body was insanely tense. I needed John to ease me off that edge now – not later but right damned now. My hips begin to buck and undulate against his hand. My body arched under the tension as I began to pant, moaning, nearly begging for what I needed. A needing that I was certain only he could fill.

Biting my earlobe he whispered "That's it Cedes, ooh fuck woman you are so damned tight and wet. Do it Cedes fuck my fingers, ride my hand, take what you need from me. Cum for me now – let me watch you orgasm hard for me right now; dammit Mercedes give me your orgasm."

Never had a man talked to me like that. His words were so hot and erotic. He made me feel so naughty, sexy, and wanted all at the same time. I couldn't bear the tension anymore – it was too much I had to let go. I screamed his name once…twice…three times as I felt my pussy begin to spasm hard all over his thrusting fingers.

My legs were like jelly. I wasn't entirely sure how I could manage to continue standing. I watched dazed as he slowly pulled his fingers from my body. He smiled like that of a hungry wolf as he licked my juices from his fingers. "Sweeter than ripe honey" he murmured licking the last of me from his fingers.

Dropping to his knees he parted my legs. His tongue teasing first my right inner thigh and then my left; looking up at me he murmured "I've been thinking about this for weeks." No further words were necessary as he took me with his mouth. His tongue plunged in and out of my wet body. I wanted to scream, instead I felt myself wishing he would let his hair grow out just enough to that I could pull it out by the roots right now. He was making me crazy. His tongue pushing against my clit – his fingers once more pushing in and out of my wetness; "John please" I begged. I couldn't possibly orgasm again so soon. It was all too much – too intense. A part of me wanted to scream and demand more. A part of me wanted the intensity to slow.

"Fucking hell" I heard him growl as his mouth continued to plunder my wet aching pussy. "Sweeter than ripe honey….OOH Fuck Mercedes" he groaned.

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(John's P.O.V.)

On my knees licking, sucking, fingering her; I was driving myself insane. I could feel her fingers racking through my short hair. I felt her hands dropping from the back of my head to my shoulders – her nails biting into the flesh across the tops of my shoulders. Her incoherent moaning and mumbling music to my ears – never have I held a more responsive – sexier woman in my arms. I needed her to cum just once more – one more orgasm before I could feel my throbbing hard cock in her mouth.

I heard her pleading with me "John please…." Pleading for what my lust fogged brain absently wondered. "Cum for me Mercedes….give me one more sweet taste. Let me have that sweetness in my mouth."

"I can't John…please" she pleaded "I can't"

"Oh yes you can baby….just let go Cedes don't control it just let go." Within seconds she did just that she let go. With my tongue and fingers I continued to take her pussy hard without stopping. The taste of her warm wet juices flooding my mouth; I felt like a starved man who hadn't eaten for months. As her climax subsided, I stood and begin to hastily unfasten my belt slipping my dress slacks and boxers down off my hips. Without ever looking up I could feel her gaze on my hard stiff body. I smiled finally looking into her eyes. The way she nibbled at her lower lip – I knew instantly what she was thinking. Tucking my finger under her chin I drew her gaze away from my hard cock. "Relax baby girl" I teased "I'll fit just fine – you'll see."

Her response was swift but not verbal as I felt her hand wrapping around my hard, stiff, swollen cock. Slowly without any trace or hurry she began to work her hand up and down my cock. I could feel the tension rising inside me. I wanted inside her mouth and I wanted it now. I couldn't scare – I wouldn't survive the night if this ended now, but I had to have her mouth wrapped around my hard dick and I had to have it now. Pulling back from her grasping fingers, I placed my hands on her shoulders giving her a gentle push to her knees. Looking up at me with such innocent eyes, she whispered "John…I've never…that is I don't know."

Fucking hell I nearly lost it right then and there. This beautiful sexy creature had never taken a man – any may in her mouth; I was literally going to be the first. I had to get a grip or I was going to end things far earlier than I wanted to. Taking my hard cock in my hand I brushed against her lips – silently demanding that she open wide for me. I tried to be easy to slow down. I didn't want to hurt or scare her. But once inside her wet hot mouth instinct took over. I had to have her mouth. I wanted to be the one to teach her. I had to force myself to not go at her mouth like a crazy person. When deep down all I wanted to do was fuck her mouth with reckless abandon. I could feel her swallowing around my cock. The intense of heat of her mouth driving me crazy with want and need. If she were any other woman I would have gladly cum right then and there watching as she swallowed every last drop; but this was Mercedes – my Cedes and I would be buried balls deep inside her before I even thought about cumming. Slipping from her mouth I drew her to her feet. Scooping her up I carried her gently to the bed. Laying her in the center of the bed, I find myself watching her – taking in every inch of her beautiful body. She laid perfectly still on the bed for several long moments before sliding her hand down across her stomach, across her right hip before coming to rest across her wet hot pussy. Slowly before my eyes she began to touch herself. Her gentle whimpering caused my already cock to stiffen to the point of near pain "Please John" she implored. That was all I needed to hear.

I was inside her before another word left her lips or another thought could cross her mind. She was tight and wet wrapped around my hard cock. My mind roared "MINE ALL FUCKING MINE!" I would never be able to share this woman – this body with anyone else ever. I knew from the reactions painting her beautiful features she was struggling to adjust to my size – my hard cock invading her pussy so quick and hard. I wanted her to adjust but the need to pound my hard dick in and out of her was almost unbearable. "Bloody fucking hell Mercedes…do you feel that? Do you feel the way your pussy stretches to accommodate my hard cock?" At my words I can feel her inner muscles tightening, flexing, working over my hard aching cock. I had to move. I began to thrust in and out of her wet willing body. Each thrust a little more than the previous one. Her moaning became louder and more wanton with my every thrust. I wouldn't last much longer I needed for her to cum. I needed for her to cum right damned now. I continued to work myself in and out of her thrusting harder with every stroke.

"JOHN….JOHN….JOHN…." My name a repeated mantra falling desperately from her lips as her pussy began to tighten around my hard cock – milking me fast and quick. Her screams were almost instant. I felt her release as I pounded my way to my own much needed release.

Slipping from her body, I pulled the sheet up around both of us. Pulling her nude trembling body in close; I relished the feel of her tucking in tight against my body. I smiled a big goofy satisfied grin as I watched her doze off next to me. I reached for my beautiful baby-girl twice more that night; and twice more she took me without compliant. No matter how tired or sore she had to be feeling she allowed me full access to her body. She gave and received like no other hungry wanton woman I had ever had in my bed. She made me crazy with desires that I had thought long since dead and buried. She made me want things that were both inside and outside the realm of that damned playroom downstairs. After the third time I knew I needed to let her rest. I lay silently still watching her snuggle in close to me. I absently ran my fingers through her long dark hair. It was then in the dark stillness of the late evening that reality came crashing in on me like a two ton truck. I had taken my baby-girl three times; three fucking times I'd spilled myself deep inside her body without any barriers or protection. HOLY FUCK! What the bloody hell have I done?