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A Love Worth Fighting For

By: Quietmahoganystorm



"Jerry! Jerry! Jerry! Jerry!" yelled the enthusiastic studio audience.

Jerry Springer slides down a pole on his stage and makes his rounds shaking hands with some of the audience members before they settle down to their seats to watch emotional trainwrecks air their dirty laundry on his nationally televised show.

"Today on my show we have lovers sharing sexy secrets." stated Jerry. His audience gave an appreciative "OOOOHHHH" for the juicy subject matter.

"Let's meet our first guest Jackson. Jackson has been dating his girlfriend, Charice, for over a year and a half now, but he has a sexy secret that he wants to tell her." said Jerry to the home and studio audience.

"Hey Jerry." came Jackson's slightly raspy voice from the stage where he sat in a solitary chair.

"Hey Jackson. So tell us why you are here today on my show." replied Jerry congenially.

"Well I'm here to ask for my girlfriend to marry me." replied an increasingly nervous Jackson as he wiped his sweaty brow.

"AAAAAWWWW" replied the audience. 

"But the theme of today's show is Sharing Sexy Secrets. I'm confused. Why would you be here if you are going to propose to her?" asked Jerry as he led Jackson by the nose to the inevitable, crushing reason why he was on national television. 

Jackson blew out a tense breath that ruffled his outwardly stoic demeanor and replied, "It's because I need to come clean to her about what I do for a living and see if she'll still be with me."

"OOHHHHHH" replied the audience in full rapt attention at the steamy bit of news about to unfold before their very eyes.

"And what do you do for a living?" asked Jerry into the crowd's attentive silence.

"I am a porn star Jerry." Jackson stated blandly, after blowing out a harsh breath.

"WWWWHHHHOOOOAAAA!!!" responded the audience before resuming their "JERRY!" chant.

After the crowd slowly calmed down from the juicy tidbit, Jerry continued his "investigation" of the facts.

"So, she doesn't know that you are involved in pornography? What did you tell her that you do?" asked Jerry.

"I just told her that I'm an personal fitness trainer." replied a slightly nervous Jackson.

"I'll say you're probably one heck of an entertainer." replied Jerry. The crowd laughed heartily and renewed their "JERRY" chant until they quieted down after a few moments. The show's producer made the noise "Boing!" over the studio's stereo system, much to Jackson's chagrin & the audience's delight.

"So, she's outside the studio right now and hasn't heard anything that has transpired. Without further ado, let's bring out Charice!"

The crowd claps with the arrival of Charice. A few catcalls went out to the attractive dark skinned woman. Jackson looks over at the love of his life and sees confusion and hurt written all over her pretty dark brown face. 

"Hello Charice. Welcome to the show." says Jerry.

"Hi, Jerry." said Charice softly as she steadied her wobbly gaze upon Jerry as he stood in the midst of the audience.

"Charice, do you know why you are here today?" stated Jerry in a reassuring tone that didn't reach the nervous woman's ears.

"No, I don't." she replied, visibly shaking and wringing her hands.

Jackson felt like an ass. He looked as his woman sitting in the chair next to him. She looked delectable as usual. Her beautiful afro was pulled back into a large puff in the back, making his hands itch to reach out and stroke her soft curls. Her almond shaped eyes flitted back and forth at the lecherous smiles of strangers anxious to see her impending misery. He didn't even call the show – his bitch of a co-worker called the show because she wanted his Charice out the way so she could start something up with him.

Forcing himself to come back to reality, he focused on her shapely dark brown calves. Her body was covered up by a soft peach colored cashmere knit sweater set and a chocolate colored suede pencil skirt which led to the smooth expanse of those beautiful calves before ending on her brown sandal heels that accented her cute, suckable toes.

"Jackson. Is there something that you would like to tell Charice?" asked Jerry, bringing Jackson's focus completely back to the harsh stage lights and burly bodyguards in the stage corners.

Jackson blew out a sigh, and ran his hand through his shoulder length raven waves. "Sweetheart, I brought you here to tell you the truth about me, before you hear it from anyone else. I love you. I've never been in love with anyone before you and it would break my heart if what I tell you makes you not ever want to be with me again."

Charise stared at him, not moving a muscle in her body. 

"Baby, I want you to marry me. But I have to tell you that my job isn't as a personal trainer like I told you earlier. Baby, there's no easy way for me to tell you this, but, I'm an actor in pornographic films."

"OOOOOOOHHHHHH" screamed the crowd as they whooped and cheered at the news.

Charice sat in the chair numbly looking at her boyfriend. She looked at the chisled face of the man she shared her heart and body with and fought to continue breathing. She felt the stares and heard the whistles of the audience as they openly reveled in her despair. Her man had never looked so devastatingly gorgeous as he did today. He had on a simple white polo shirt that accented his tanned skin wonderfully. His long wavy jet black hair was pushed back from his face, showing his sincere glowing green eyes as he peered intently into her own dark brown eyes. 

In that moment, his breathing halted as his heart pounded ferociously in his chest. It was her eyes. Her eyes weren't the same. They weren't the eyes of his lover & friend. They weren't the eyes of his lady. They weren't the eyes of the woman whose heart he worked so hard to capture and treasure.They were the eyes of a wounded woman. More specifically, the woman he wounded. 

Deeply.

Her usual bright reflective and happy orbs were dimmed. His heart lurched as he realized the full gravity of the situation. He realized that he had lost her trust and probably destroyed her love for him. And his heart, the one that she held, began to hurt physically from the loss of the light that was once in her lovely brown eyes.

'Oh my God.' he thought. 'She won't forgive me. My angel won't forgive me. What have I done?' he thought in rapid succession as he tried to process the look on her face and the lsuffocating oss of her once lit eyes. 'The smile in her eyes is gone. She's gone. Oh my God she's gone to me. FUCK!' he thought ferociously as he tried to speak once again, finding his voice absent & lost to his raging thoughts.

Amidst the cheers and jeers of the hungry crowd, Charice closed her eyes. Tears slid down her mahogany brown cheeks and landed softly on her cashmere covered chest. Slowly the jeers died down, as the audience waited in rapt attention for Charice's fight or flight response. She felt Jackson's eyes on her, but she was too busy worrying about breathing, rather than his discomfort to the situation he put them in.

"So Charice, did you have any idea that this was going on?" spoke Jerry calmly to her panic ridden mind.

Her sad eyes flitted to Jerry. The sudden movement caused more tears to spill. She hoarsely replied, "No, Jerry. I didn't know." 

"AAAAAWWWW" groaned the still enthusiastic audience. 

"Apparently there is more to this story. Jackson, as I understand it, you didn't call the show, but a woman that you know did, because she wanted to 'out' you to your girlfriend. Do you know who this could be?" asked Jerry to a hurting Jackson.

Jackson rubbed a strong hand over his gorgeous face, and bowed his head. After clearing his throat, he replied, "Yes, Jerry. I have a pretty damn good feeling that I know who this is." 

"Okay then. Let's meet Misty everyone! Misty come on out!" shouted Jerry over the jeers of the crowd.

"BBBBBBOOOOOOOO!!!"

Misty sauntered out onto the stage reveling in the mayhem she caused. She was anxious to see what woman captured Jackson's elusive, almost non-existent heart. She was surprised that the defeated woman on stage was black, but quickly smiled to cover her shock. 'So he prefers chocolate. I'm surprised by that, but whatever, he'll be mine now.' thought Misty as she walked up to the devastated black woman. 

"Just so you know, bitch, I've fucked your man on camera for years." snarled Misty into Charice's face. Before she could blink, Charice yanked hard on Misty's reddish brown hair and landed a quick punch to her eye. 

The audience roared in appreciation as the show's producer made the "ding ding ding" sound of a boxing match commencing erupt through the studio's speaker system. Cheers of "Jerry! Jerry! Jerry!" were heard over the scuffle occuring between the two women. Burly security guards intercepted the women – one holding onto a slightly roughed up Misty and the other pushing Charice in the direction of Jackson.

A stagehand ran on stage while the two women fought to regain control of their breath with two small cups of water. Misty took a sip of her drink before launching it in Charice direction. A couple droplets hit Charice on her chest. Charice launched her water, hitting Misty full blast in the face before charging for the flame haired woman. 

Jackson stood dumbfounded watching the humiliating scene unfold. When Charice jumped for Misty again, this time succeeding in tackling the woman to the ground and getting a few kicks and punches into her, he sprang into action.

With more effort than he could have imagine, he helped the security guard pull Charice off Misty. Misty's face was beginning to swell from the connected punches to her eye and lip. Charice fought off the arms wrapped around her waist restraining her. Once she realized that they belonged to Jackson, she turned around and slapped him as hard as she could. 

Once her palm connected with the stubble of his cheek, the audience gave an audible gasp before promptly cheering for Charice. Once they settled down, Jerry began to talk to the threesome again. "So Charice, I take it you had no idea that Jackson has been sleeping with Misty for money?" asked Jerry in a voice of fake concern.

"No. I was not aware of this, Jerry." responded Charice as she looked into the crowd for Jerry's voice before realizing, with a start, that he was standing close to her on stage. She turned to Jackson, who watched her intently and asked him the million dollar question.

"Why didn't you tell me you make porn?" she stated as simply as possible.

Jackson looked over to the love of his life and found no words in his throat that could make her come back to him. "Baby, I..." he started.

"No. I am not your baby. You don't get the right to call me that." she heatedly retorted before falling silent to hear his response. 

The crowd cheered for Charice, it's champion in the sad, sad tale. Jackson looked at her, feeling the sting in his cheek from where her hand hit his face. He finally sighed before saying, "Charice, I've been wanting to tell you what I do for a living for a long time now. When we first met I knew you were different and worth the world, but as we grew closer, I grew more and more frightened of losing you because of what I do for a living." 

Charice's eyes burned into Jackson's. If he was a lesser man, he would have flinched at the level of anger and hatred directed at him through her eyes. Before she could respond, Jerry's voice could be heard cutting the silence after the audience "Ooohhhs".

Jerry walked off the stage and was walking around the studio before stopping and turning in Charice's direction to ask the second million dollar question of the segment.

"So Charice, will you marry Jackson?" asked Jerry.

Charice looked at Jackson for a brief moment before looking down at the ground. Her arms were wrapped around her body in a protective stance, her brown sandal heels on the ground nearby her bare feet. She couldn't help the silent tears that slid down her face. 

After a tense moment of silence she lifted her eyes to Jerry and simply said, "No."

Jackson waited with baited breath to know what she would do. However her reply to Jerry's question was a death sentence for his heart. He felt it lurch at her response, and walked over to Charice. Once he was close enough to reach out for her, he gave the passionate plea for his heart.

"Charice. Sweetheart, please don't leave me. Having sex with Misty or anyone else doesn't mean anything to me. Only you. It's only ever been you that has meant the world to me. You've given me so much of yourself and I want to give you all of me in return. Please, just give me another chance. I promise to never hurt you again, just please stay with me." said Jackson as he bent down and kneeled in front of her. 

Charice let Jackson wrap his arms around her waist and put his head against her soft semi flat stomach. She felt the flutter of his heart pounding against her thigh. She felt her body begin to cream at his touch – and silently cursed her purely pavlovian response. Once she felt his fingers rub small circles across her lower back and away from the prying audience's eyes, she knew she had to put distance between the two of them.

She twisted herself out of his arms, and looked down at him. "I can't trust you Jackson. And I don't respect you anymore. We could have worked through this if you told me the truth. I don't know how, but I know we could have. Now, I can't marry a man that I can't trust. I'm sorry." she said before picking up her heels and walking out of the studio. 

Charice navigated the corridors with tears partially blinding her, asking for the direct route out of this new personal hell called the Jerry Springer Show studios. The camera crew followed her as she headed for the green room and out the door. Jerry followed her asking her if she really wanted to leave, which she confirmed for the camera & audience. The audience said their "AAAAWWWW"s to which Charice could neither hear nor care to hear. 

As she made her way out the studio, Misty threw an evil smirk at the audience and said "Ha! That's what the stupid bitch gets! Run away little girl!" she cajoled as the audience booed her thoroughly. Chants of "Slut! Slut! Slut!" rose from the angry crowd, to which Misty moved her arms like a conductor. Once the audience realized that she was reveling in the attention, she shouted, "And a damn good one too!" The audience continued booing Misty, before falling silent to watch Jackson's movements. 

Jackson slowly rose to his feet before locating a chair and burying his head in his hands. The audience saw his anguish and tried to console him with a reassuring "AAAAAWWWW". Jackson looked up, with reddened eyes and peered at Misty. The slut looked quite pleased with herself. She also settled into a chair, and was bobbing one stick thin leg up and down in the air suggestively. 

"So, it's just me and you Jacky baby. Whatcha wanna do? Hmmm?" asked Misty coyly. 

"You and your builshit lost me the love of my life! How can you even proposition me when my life is in shambles? How can you even look at yourself and consider yourself a decent human being?" shouted an angry, frustrated Jackson.

The audience cheered at the same moment Jerry came back from the backstage area. Chants of "Jerry! Jerry! Jerry!" resounded through the walls. New chants of "You suck! You suck! You suck!" arose from the crowd, directed at Misty. She responded with a hearty "Well DUH! I get paid to do it good too!" to the audience. A few of the men cheered at this while the majority of the crowd booed and shook their heads.

Misty looked over at a despondent Jackson. She took his anger in stride. Secretly, she liked when he was ticked – it meant that he did feel something and didn't just bottle up his emotions like most of the one dimensional dicks she fucked. She kept her composure waiting for him to calm down some. 

She sighed and said, "Jack, you know I've liked you. If anyone should be with you, by your side, it should be me. I understand you. I know you. Hell I've probably fucked you more times than that other bitch..." was all she could get out before Jackson lept out of his seat and walked away from her heading after Charice.

The boisterous crowd roared their approval of Jackson chasing after his woman. He, on the other hand, could care less what a bunch of emotionally starved individuals looking to revel in another person's despair and grief could care to feel about his crumbling life.

Misty's calls to him of "Jack! Jackson! Where the hell do you think you are going?" went unnoticed by him. He was a man on a mission: to get back the woman whose love he had lost.

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A cool breeze hit Charice's face as she exited the studio doors and looked for the rental car that she brought to arrive for the show. She stilled for a moment to compose herself and her thoughts. Lifting her face to catch the warmth of the morning sun and the chill of the autumn winds, she breathed deeply to center herself before making the drive back to the hotel to begin gathering the shambles of her once perfect life.

She slipped on her shoes and strode over to the vehicle, shivering slightly at the cool air temperature. She almost made it completely to the car before she heard Jackson's voice carry through the winds. Figuring that she must be in a daze or deep depression, she ignored the calls. Just as she was about to close the driver's door on the rental car, she heard the harsh breathing of a male body and knew, without looking that Jackson was standing there in her door.

Struggling for breath from his flight from the studio, he reached their rental car just before she closed the drivers side door. He stood there, all chisled 6'4" of masculine perfection panting and sweating, holding the door open to prevent his heart from leaving him.

He crouched down to look up at her. She simply stared straight ahead. A tear leaked from her left eye and glided down her soft dark brown cheek. He reached up to brush her tear away and she flinched from him. If he didn't think his heart was broken before, then it surely was now. Tears that threatened to spill from his celery colored eyes finally did.

In a broken voice he asked her to listen to him. He looked down for a moment after she refused to respond to his request. "Charice. I know I messed up. Big. But I need you in my life. You're my heart. I'll do anything to make it right between us. Please, forgive me of this and I promise to be the man who will take care of and provide everything you need." said Jackson in a hoarse voice filled with emotion.

Charice sighed, and put her head down. After a while, she found her voice and mumbled, "I, I can't. It isn't just the humiliation of finding out what you do for a living. It's the fact that you didn't trust me enough to love you through that kind of news. Saying you love me doesn't show it when things like this happen." 

"Baby, I know..." started Jackson before Charice held her hand up to him. "No, J, you don't. I had to learn from one of your co-workers that you fuck other people on camera. If you had told me that in the privacy of our own home..." said Charice before her emotions caused her to choke back the freely flowing tears issuing from her almond shaped eyes. 

She closed her eyes for a moment and blew out a harsh breath before continuing. "If you told me at home then we would have been able to work it out. Knowing what you do for a living hurts like hell. Knowing that you have shared your body with others for money is plain hard to get over. But I loved you. I would have prayed about it and gotten through it. The most important person in my life was you. Now, I, I, I don't know." stated a broken Charice.

Jackson's hopes of reconciliation crumbled hearing her voice their relationship in the past tense. He knew he had only himself to blame for the shambles of their relationship. Thing was, he couldn't and wouldn't let her go. She had to know that he would make things ok. That he would make it alright. As Charice sat there slightly despondent, he noticed that she still had the car keys in her hand. Thinking on the spur of the moment, he grabbed them from her. 


A Love Worth Fighting For



AN: This is a more romantic SM/WW fic to kind of make up for what an asshole I made Kal in my other fic. There is still a bit of a Dom/Sub relationship in this fic but hey its what I like. So for the guy who said I couldn't make Superman any worse if I had him speed blitz the heads off of kittens this is for you. So DarkPool this is for you. Also the fights in here are kind of Blah to me because as much as I love Supes he is OP so it's hard to write a challenging fight if it isn't against someone like Doomsday. And no Bruce wouldn't be a challenging fight :P. 

*

Kal floated wrapped in his red cape high above the hidden island of the amazons. Using his telescopic vision, he swept the island looking for Diana. The past few weeks with the death of his father and almost loosing Diana to Mongol had caused him to do a lot of soul searching about what he wanted for the future. And more importantly who he wanted to spend that future with.

Loosing Diana for that week had broken his heart about as much as losing his farther had. It had surprised him at first how much the loss of his best friend, the only friend who could really be called his equal, the only friend who wasn't afraid of knocking him down a peg if he got to pig headed, had hurt him. It had also made him realize just how much he cared for her, not just as a friend but as a man loves a woman.

Kal's heart skipped a beat as he found Diana swimming in one of the large pools on the palace grounds. Her body as beautiful as the stone water nymphs that held up the large roof of the pool. Kal knew he shouldn't stare but his eyes never wavered from her form as she seemed to glide as effortlessly through the water as she did the air. Kal watched Diana pull herself up on the side of the pool and blushed when he realized she wasn't wearing a bathing suit.

'Smallville' he could hear Lois's mocking tone in his head at the fact that he was a grown man blushing in the presence of a beautiful woman. Kal was transfixed as he watched her stretch, her lean cordlike muscles flexing under her bronzed skin. His supervision allowed him to watch each minute water droplet as it slid down her body, running down ever curve and swell and line before falling to the warm marble on the ground.

It took all of Kal's will not to super speed down there and use his tongue to chase each errant water droplet down her toned bronzed back and tight ass. Instead Kal allowed himself to watch her for a minute longer before turning around and heading towards the throne room of the palace. On the ground Diana looked up, searching the sky for where the feeling of being watched was coming from. Not finding anything she turned back to toweling herself off and debated what she could do for Kal.

Kal had opened up so much more to her after the death of his father and she felt like they had become much closer friends. Or maybe something more than friends. Diana grunted in frustration as the wisdom of Athena failed to give her an answer. "Why must men be so hard to understand" She groaned as she thought about Kal. She held him up to her mother and sisters as the idea of what a man could be. But even after the recent months he still held her at arms lengths in some ways to not offend Diana or her mother. This had caused her to be unsure of his feelings towards her even though she had been sure of the attraction she had felt for him for a while.

In the palace Kal waited in the throne room for his audience with Hippolyta. As he looked around he could see that although there was still a number of guards in the chambers their body language was relaxed and their hands hung loosely at their sides instead of gripping weapons. Over the past few years the Amazons had come to at least accept his presence though he wondered if they would ever truly be pleased to see him.

A sudden shock of fear spiked though Kal's chest as he began to wonder what their reaction would be when he made his request. And a smaller one at what Diana would do to him going about it in this manner. But his Pa had raised him to be extremely polite, and he thought that when faced with a powerful queen and her army of literal Amazons it would be a good idea to do it the old fashioned way.

Before Kal's mind could go through all of the worst case scenarios a small door to the side chamber opened and Hippolyta walked in calmly dressed in a simple ever day toga. Kal was slightly happy to see the absence of her magic sword or gauntlets considering what he was about to ask.

"Hello Kal-el" Hippolyta said as she took her seat on the small throne. Both Hippolyta and Diana seemed to prefer calling him by his Kryptonian name instead of his given name. Though he wasn't surprised why she would pass on using 'Superman' "Do you need Diana for League Duties or are you just hear to visit her?" She asked trying to hid a small smirk on her lips.

"I've came to make a request of you your majesty." Kal said in the same tone he used for meetings with heads of states and foreign dignitaries.

"Ohh and what would that be? Nothing is wrong with Kara I presume. Or have you found another long lost relative you would like to send here for a while?" Hippolyta asked in a teasing tone and causing Kal to smile and relax a bit. Hippolyta was always asking Kal about Kara and complaining to him and Diana about how Kara and Donna never seemed to want to come home and visit now that they were full League members.

"No your majesty, though Kara did tell me to say hello. I'm here to ask permission to court your daughter." Kal said and waited for an outburst from Hippolyta, instead something else equally frightening happened. The queen just sat there staring at him quietly.

Inside her head Hippolyta was smiling as she heard Kal's request. Even though Kal-El seemed to think she still disliked him she had actually been won over by his actions and his constant loyalty to her daughters. However, that didn't mean she wasn't taking a large amount of pleasure from watching him practically squirm as he asked her permission to court her daughter. Nor did it mean she would give that permission freely or without making him squirm a little bit more.

Before Hippolyta could answer however she felt a familiar presence in the air before the room filled with a brilliant blue light that slowly revealed the figure of Athena standing between the throne and Kal-El.

"Lady Athena what are you doing here?" Hippolyta questioned as she stared at the goddess who had originally rescued her and her sisters and granted them the safety of the island.

"I heard Kal-El's request to court your daughter, the same daughter who was chosen as your island's protector. The same one on whom I bestowed the bracers and lasso to." The queen of the gods said looking at Hippolyta. The Amazonian queen silently cursed interfering deities, even those who did seem to have the islands best wishes in mind. Athena turned back around to Kal and pinned him with a stare. Kal also sighed inwardly and he came dangerously close to asking the queen of the gods what his thirteen trials would be.

"And what would you have of me your Highness?"

"For centuries Amazons have taken mates though battle. Even Diana's position as the islands defender was chosen through contest. It seems only right that you should be tested in a trail of combat for Diana. If you win Diana is yours. However, if you lose you may not set foot on this island again. Nor may you associate with her outside of your duties in the League" Athena said before being shocked by Kal and Hippolyta's response.

"My Daughter/Diana is not a prize to be won" Hippolyta and Kal said at the same time.

"No she isn't" Athena said letting their anger slide off of her. "However she is the one chosen to protect Thymescra. This isn't a test for her Kal-el it is a test for you. You must prove yourself before you can have Diana as your own."

"What kind of contest will this be?" Kal asked looking at the

"There will be five matches back to back against an arrangement of monsters of my choice. There will also be a final match against a warrior of my choice. If you can make it through all fights and force my warrior to submit then I will bless your union with Diana. You have until this evening to decide. If you choose to accept my demands, then the contest will be held tonight in the coliseum." With that said Athena disappeared as quickly as she had appeared leaving Kal and Hippolyta staring at each other.

Hippolyta leaned back in her chair and rubbed her head. She had only been planning on dragging out the conversation and making Kal sweat a little more but now she was going to have to watch her daughter and the only man on the planet she though worthy of him make a hard choice. Either accept the contest and risk never being allowed to be near each other again. Or choosing not to and spending the rest of their life denying their love for each other. 'OH the gods really love their dramas' She thought.

"I'm going to need to talk to Diana." Kal said moments before the large double doors opened and Diana walked in.

"Kal, Mother, what's going on?" she asked seeing the looks on their faces. Kal sighed and wondered how he was going to explain what had just happened.

"Diana I need to talk with you." Kal said solemnly even though his heart was doing flips in his chest at the sight Diana.

"What's wrong? Oh no did something happen to Donna?"

"No no, Donna was fine when I left. Though she did have monitor duty with Barry so I can't say how she is doing right now." Kal said trying to keep from talking about the elephant, or in this case owl in the room.

"Your patron decided to visit us a moment ago." Hippolyta said.

"Athena was here? What did she need?" Diana asked coming to stand beside Kal. Hippolyta could see the way her daughter seemed to subconsciously lean towards Kal. Her hand hanging inches from Kal's as her body angled towards him in a slightly possessive stance.

"Well" Kal started only to find his mouth drying up. Thankfully Hippolyta took charge of the conversation.

"Kal-El came here to ask for my permission to court you." Hippolyta said in an even tone.

"K..Kal is this true?" Diana turned to Kal and looked at him with a mix of shock and hope.

"Yes, our recent run in with Mongol made me realize that it was time for me to stop denying something that I have been for a while. I love you Diana. You're my best friend and when I thought I had lost you it felt like losing my father all over again."

"Why didn't you come to me with this. I can make me own decisions without my mother's permission." Diana said slightly angry that he didn't come straight to her even though she felt like her heart was about to bust from the answer to the question she had been asking for the last several months.

"Well given your mother and sisters history with men I thought it would be best to do this as coutersiouly as I could unless I wanted to be chased down by your mother." Kal said looking at Diana.

Diana smiled at his answer. No matter how much she reassured him that her mother wasn't going to skewer him every time he visited he still had a healthy fear and respect for her mother and her mother's magic sword. Kal was caught off guard as the next thing she did was wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him. Kal felt his knees go weak as her large lush juicy lips pressed against his, her body pressed up against his as she continued the kiss.

"I love you to Kal. And I would be happy to go out with you. But why was Athena here?" she asked causing Kal to frown at her and wrap his arms around her waist in a possessive grip.

"Athena seems to think that Kal-El hasn't proved himself worthy of dating her champion even with the number of times he has saved not only Man's world but our own." Hippolyta said sourly. As far as she was concerned Kal-el had done more to prove himself than she would have even asked. Yet for some reason Athena still thought it wasn't enough. Maybe it was the goddesses own problems with her relationship that made her hesitant to bless Kal and Diana's

Diana listened to her mother describe Athena's request but instead of worry she just smiled at Kal earning a quizzical look from him and her mother. While the possibility of losing her best friend forever worried her slightly she had no doubt that Kal could defeat any enemy Athena could place in front of him and told him as much.

"How can you have such faith in me." Kal asked humbled as always that someone would put so much faith into him. It was doubly humbling to come from someone who saw him not as a god on a pedestal but as a mortal man with flaws and fears.

Diana placed a hand on his cheek as she looked into his eyes. It always astounded her how little Kal had in the way of ego when it came to his powers and accomplishments. "Kal the first time I saw you was when you punched Darkside all the way back to apocalypse. Just a few months ago you ripped War world in half to rescue me form Mongol. While I would rather be fighting by your side in the arena I have no doubt that you can take anything Athena can summon up."

Hippolyta watched the two embrace each other once more and decided that if her daughter would have so much faith in Kal-el then she would as well. Calling one of the guards over she sent her off in search of the cooks. If Athena wanted a contest, then it was only right to throw a feast for the contestant. And by evening the stands would be packed with a hundred Amazons cheering Kal on, or at least cheering at the fight.

Kal stood in the center of the stadium as he looked around the packed seats and up to the large box where Hippolyta and Diana sat on either side of Athena. Kal and Diana had spent the last three hours enjoying each other's company and taking part in the impromptu feast Hippolyta had called up. He had even allowed Diana to talk him into wearing one of the Grecian style togas instead of his Kryptonian armor in the hope of appeasing Athena.

"Kal-el of Krypton. Do you stand ready to fight for your right to court my chosen champion" Athena asked, her voice seeming to come from the air beside him even though she stood high up in the box.

"I have fought for and with Diana a hundred times your majesty. Today will be no different." HE said causing Diana to smile at him. Though they didn't see the cruel smirk play on Athena's lips.

"Very well let the first match begin." She said and with a wave of her hand caused two minotaur with large hand axes and round shields to appear in front of him.

"To bad I don't have my cape or I could confuse them with that." Kal quipped before dodging one of the axes. He wasn't sure if the weapons were magical or regular steel but he wasn't planning to find out. Dodging another blow Kal focused his laser vision on one of the axes and heated it up until it started to grow red hot. The minotaur let out a loud bellow of pain and dropped the axe into the sand.

The other minotaur seeing Kal's concentration focused on the first one tried to take advantage of it only to find his own axe superheating to temperatures near that of a small star. Once both opponents were disarmed Kal rushed forward and planted a strong punch to the gut to the first minotaur sending it careening into one of the walls before slamming his shoulder into the second causing it to skip over the ground before landing with its horns stuck in a wooden practice dummy.

"It looks like round one goes to Kal-el" Said the queen as she watched him walk over to one of the axes and pick it up. Running it over his thumb Kal sucked in a small breath as it drew blood. 'yep its magic' Kal thought annoyed. While everyone thought he was weak to magic that wasn't necessarily true. He was weak to magic in the same way a normal person was weak to a bullet. In that he just didn't have a defense against it.

"Ok Kal-el let's see how you like round two" Athena said before summoning a group of ten skeletons dressed in the armor of Greek hoplites.

"Isn't this a step backwards? I thought this was supposed to get harder not easier." Kal said before speed blitzing the small squad of skeletons, moving through them so fast that they couldn't react in time. When he was done he was surrounded by three piles, one of swords, one of armor, and one of bones. Kal was about to start congratulating himself when he heard Athena start to laugh, a noise made all that more creepy by the sound of bones rolling against each other.

"Don't you remember your classics Kal-el? Remember the story of Perseus and the Dragons Teeth?" Athena asked in a mocking voice. Kal watched as the bones rolled over each other forming into a large twenty-foot-tall skeleton.

"Yeah but Perseus had something to take out those skeletons with didn't he?" Kal thought "Ok looks like I need to make sure that there is nothing left to reform then since I'm all out of magic skeleton killing swords." Superman ducked under one of the large bone arms and leapt into the air staying just out of reach of the skeleton. Taking a deep breath Kal started to fly around the skeleton blowing out air and freezing the giant creature.

Once the skeleton was encased in ice Superman grabbed onto it and flew it up into the air before swigging it around and sending it shooting towards the center of the stadium. The crowd cheered as the large skeleton hit the ground with enough force to raise a dust cloud. Hovering over the cloud Kal waited for it to dissipate and smiled when he saw the now shattered bones laying in the center of the crater.

"And round two goes to Kal" Diana said in a non-concerned tone. Athena just huffed and got ready to summon another creature for Kal to fight. Diana's non concerned stance hardened when she saw what was next. Standing in the middle of the stadium was a medium sized Hydra about the length of two busses.

"Really? You do know what Kal-El's powers are don't you your majesty?" Hippolyta asked as she watched her hopefully soon-to-be son rise up in the air and dodge around the snapping heads before coming to rest on its back. With a single giant swipe Kal ran his laser vision over the base of the hydra's necks cutting them off and cauterizing the wounds. With a hideous scream the Hydra fell to the ground, its heads wriggling on the dirt.

"Actually your majesty I did pay attention in English class." Kal said with a slight smirk and thanked Rao that the goddess had allowed him to keep his powers. Without his heat vision and ice breath things would have been much harder.

"I see, it appears I have made things too easy for you Kal-el. There for I am changing the rules. For your last two fights you will only be able to use your great strength and speed." Athena said waving her hand in the air. The next thing Kal new he felt some invisible vise around his throat and it feel like he was all of a sudden looking though a cloth sack.

Before he could test and see if the queen had really taken away his powers he felt something impact his back and found himself flying across the stadium. Standing up out of the dirt Kal had to quickly roll out of the way to dodge a large rock fist that impacted where he had been laying. Another fist came after him and he managed to grab onto it before it hit him in the stomach.

"I though Golems were supposed to be slow?" Kal grunted as the large rock golem swung again trying to crush his head. Kal ducked under the swing and moved in close to hit the golems midsection. Kal got in two good hits to the golems midsection before having to dodge out of the way of another strike. Though upon seeing the damage Kal didn't think punching was going to work, his concrete breaking punches only cracked the outer layer of stone.

'If I try punching to hard the shockwave could end up damaging the stadium and hurting people. And I don't think Athena is going to let me take to the air anymore so I have to do this another way' Kal though as he continued to dodge the attacks. Even though the golems punches were fast they were thankfully nowhere near Barry or Diana's speed.




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The thought of fighting Diana caused a lightbulb to come on over Kal's head as he realized what he needed to do. Getting close to the golem Kal allowed it to throw a punch as he turned to the side. As the punch passed his head Kal grabbed onto it and pushed his hips against the golem causing it to rise up into the air. Kal heaved with all the strength he could muster and tossed the golem out of the stadium, its body turning to clay and dirt as it passed the stadium walls and the barrier of whatever magic Athena had put up.

"See your majesty. Even without most of his powers Kal is still more than a match for whatever you can throw at him." Hippolyta said grinning at the goddess.

"Yes it would seem so. That is why for his last round I have a special opponent for him to face. Who better to fight for me than my own champion?"

"I am not fighting Kal." Diana said standing up to confront the queen. Smirking the queen waved her hand in the air and all of a sudden Diana found herself standing in front of Kal, her sword and lasso attached to her armor.

"Ohh yes you are. And if you fail to defeat him then you shall lose your position as this islands champion. The position may go to your sister or to your friend Artemis. It doesn't really matter to me so long as you fight." The queen said laughing at Diana. "And before you should even think of refusing to fight then know your refusal will count as a loss for Kal. So what will it be will you give up your title or will you give up you love?"

"Diana you don't need to do this. I will forfeit right now; I don't want you to have to give up your place as champion." Kal said only to suddenly feel Diana's lips on his.

"No Kal" Diana said in a whisper. "Athena has made a mistake. She thinks that being this islands champion is all I am. But being with you, being with the league I have learned that I am so much more than that. My duty isn't just to this island anymore but to the world. And I can be a hero and a symbol to the world with my position as Champion of the Amazons or without it." Diana said kissing him again before dropping down to her knees.

With a great amount of slowness and showmanship Diana unsheathed her sword and held it up in offering to Kal. "I submit to you Kal. I give up, I am yours to take as you please." She said smiling up at Kal.

"What, what is she doing? She didn't even put up a fight." Athena said in shock as she witnessed Diana kneel down and offer her sword to Kal.

"My Daughter is beating you at your own game." Hippolyta said in satisfaction. "This island has always been too small for Diana. Trying to keep her here is like trying to keep the wind form escaping. Like she said she is much more than just this islands protector now, and much more than your Champion."

In the stadium Kal reached down and took the sword in one hand before helping Diana up with the other. "Are you sure about this Diana?" Kal asked staring at her beautiful face and hugging her to his side.

"Before I left the island all I wanted to do was explore the outside world. And being the Champion was my way of doing that. Now I am just trading in one title for an even better one."

"Ohh and what title is that?" Kal asked grinning at her.

"Mrs. Diana Kent." She said standing up on her tiptoes and kissing him gently on the mouth. The next hour was a rush for Kal. As soon as Diana had surrendered Athena had gotten mad and left in a huff. Hippolyta had then came down to the ring to congratulate both of them before sending them off to different sides of the palace to get cleaned up. Kal found himself being forced to wash himself down with some sort of Grecian oil and wear a large toga. He was then marched to one of the large bedrooms in the palace, his guides refusing to answer any of his questions as they went.

Kal stood in the room for ten minutes wondering what is was they wanted him to wait for. Just as he was about to try his luck with escaping out the balcony and going to find Diana he heard the lock to the door turn and watched as it slowly opened. Diana stepped through the door in all of her regal glory and Kal felt his heart stop. He couldn't help but think she looked like a statue of Aphrodite herself come to life. Her long beautiful hair was pulled up on her head and showing a beautiful neck circled by a silver necklace. Her body was wrapped in a long beautiful Grecian toga that hid her powerful legs but allowed the tops of her large breasts to be on full display. She was even wearing a small pair of golden slippers with a small heel bringing her up to his height.

Diana allowed the blessings of Aphrodite to flow though her as she walked confidently over to Kal. She smiled in assurance as she looked him over. Though she knew Kal hated to wear a toga she couldn't help but think about how he looked like one of the classic heroes. And she thought he held all of the best traits as well. The wisdom of Odysseus, the strength of Hercules, the courage of Percusses, and the love of Theseus

Diana stopped in front of him before reaching out a tentative hand and pressing it against his chest. She could feel his heart beating like that of a racehorse under his hard muscles. Leaving her hand on his chest she stepped closer to him, pressing her body up against his.

As she placed her hand on his chest Kal noticed that her nails had been manicured and painted since he saw her in the coliseum. The next thing he noticed was the soft sweet smell of roses that seemed to waft form her freshly washed and oiled skin. Kal starred into her large almond shaped eyes as he slowly wrapped his arms around her waist. The two stood like that for a full minute, just standing in the center of the room and holding each other as they stared into the others eyes.

Tilting his head down Kal slowly captured Diana's lips in a slow tentative kiss. The two held the kiss like that for a long while before they slowly began to deepen the kiss. Diana moaned and split her lips slightly. Kal's tongue came out instinctively and licked slowly at her lip, working its way in between them. Diana moaned and opened her lips further, allowing Kal's tongue to explore her mouth. Diana could feel her body grow hot and flushed with desire as she felt Kal's tongue run over her lips and explore his mouth.

"You don't have to hold me so gently Kal, I won't break." Diana said after breaking the kiss. She loved the feeling of having arms that could easily bench press an airliner wrapped around her so gently. But the powers of Aphrodite were allowing to feel the power and desire held at bay by Kal's coiled muscles and wanted to feel his strong arms holding her tightly against him as his ravished her body.

Kal smiled down at her and used one of his large strong hands to gently brush some of her hair behind her ear, revealing her long delicate neck to his eyes. "I've always had trouble letting go. I'm always having to make sure not to hurt anyone with my strength. And if I let go with you I don't know if I could control myself." Kal bent down and trailed gentle kisses across her cheek towards her large plump lips.

Diana moved her head to the side taking one of his lips between hers and sucking on it. Kal opened his mouth and allowed her to explore his mouth with her tongue. As she kissed him Kal ran his hands over she shapely body wishing that the beautiful toga wasn't between his hands and her bronzed oiled skin. Kal was left breathless as Diana pulled back from the kiss, her tongue licking its way up to his ear.

"Take me Kal" She whispered in a hot low voice "Let go and claim your prize." Diana let the powers of Aphrodite wash over herself again and spread over Kal, the powers breaking down the last of his resistance. While Diana usually loved how polite and restrained he was, holding Kal up as a shining example of Man's world to her mother, his hesitance was just getting in the way at the moment.

Diana felt the air go out of her lungs as his strong arms cashed her against him and his lips crashed against hers. Diana wrapped her arms around his neck and drunk up the kiss. Kal growled deep in his throat as he felt her shapely body press harder against him and her soft breast mold to his chest. Breaking away from the searing kiss Kal looked into Diana's eyes seeing his own love and hunger reflected in her gaze.

"Take off your clothes" Kal said in a voice that sent shivers down Diana's spine and fanned the flames growing in her belly. Diana flashed him a sultry smile and started to pull the sides of her toga apart, never breaking eye contact with him.

Kal watched in amazement as she revealed her naked body to him. Even though he had seen it while she had been swimming there was something beautiful and special about her choosing to share herself with him in this small, personal setting. He watched, enraptured as more of her oiled bronzed breasts came into view, their large nipples already standing hard and aroused on top of her large areola. Kal continued to watch as her smooth toned stomach and long strong legs came into view.

Kal reached forward and placed a hand on her wide hips and pulled her against him again. Diana happily fell back into his arms as she felt his large calloused hands rub over her back and shoulders. Kal took a minute to just try and memorize the feel and texture of her skin under his hands as they moved over her lithe athletic form. Diana hummed in pleasure and nibbled on his lower lip as one of his hands moved down to the large toned cheeks of her ass and started to grab and massage them.

Diana pressed herself up harder against Kal, wanting to feel more of his powerful body against hers as his tongue snaked into her mouth. She gasped in surprise as she felt his large thick rod press against her through the toga.

"Will you allow me to undress you my love?" She asked idly rubbing one of her hands over his chest. Kal was shocked for a moment at her words but then smiled a large bright smile. Of course he knew she loved him or else she wouldn't have been in this room, battle or no. but it was still wondrous to hear her say it.

"I love you to Diana."

"I know." Diana chucked and slowly undid the sash that held his toga together. She couldn't help but ohh in pleasure as her hands went directly to his sculpted chest. Sure she had seen him without a shirt before, just like Kal had seen her naked by accident before. But there was something different about being this close and being able to touch and feel him beneath her hands.

Diana slipped the toga off of his shoulders and allowed it to fall to the ground revealing all of Kal's chiseled torso and the large loin-cloth that was valiantly trying to cover Kal's growing attraction. Ignoring his large straining shaft for the moment Diana started to kiss at his chest, her hands massaging his arms and sides as she slowly planted kisses all over his chest.

Kal watched as Diana kneeled before him, her oiled body seeming to glow in the low sunlight as she kissed at his stomach. Her long painted nails scratching at the sides of his legs as her tongue licked over the skin above the waist of his loincloth.

"Do you wish me to remove your loin cloth my love?" Diana asked in a pleading tone. Kal had to fight down the rapid growth of ego gained form having a literal goddess kneeling before his straining cock asking if she could see it.

"Please" Kal growled out between gritted teeth. He was afraid that as aroused he was that he would blow his load all over her face and chest as soon as she touched his cock.

"Command me my love" Diana pleaded feeling Kal's muscles tense below her palms as he tried to regain some control. Of course she didn't want that to happen again. So Diana raked her nails against the skin of his leg again and looked up at him.

"Take off my loin cloth my love. I want to see those beautiful big lips of yours wrap around my cock." Kal said in a burst or courage and lust. Diana shivered again as a part of her got off on being commanded like that. Diana slipped her hands under the hymn of his loincloth and slowly brought it down revealing his large veiny cock and the large bulbous head.

Diana took in a sharp breath as she finally took in the size of Kal's manhood. It stood at a full thirteen inches and seemed thick enough to split her in two. Kal let out a loud breath through clenched teeth as Diana's warm breath wafted over his cock causing it to twitch.

"Suck it Diana. Wrap those lush lips of yours around my cock and take it down your throat." Kal commanded going a bit bolder as he continued to stare at the beautiful goddess kneeling at his feet. Diana took her time as she moved forward, her lips not going directly for the head of his cock but to the thick base of his cock.

One of her long fingered hands went to grasp Kal's cock and gently stroke it as her lips wrapped around the base of his cock. Diana licked her tongue over the hot sensitive flesh as she slowly kissed her way up the side of his shaft. Diana's head started to go light as the strong heady scent of Kal mixed with the delicious salty taste of her cock. She wasn't sure if this was how it was for everyone when making love to their soulmate or if it was the powers of Aphrodite working though her.

Kal could see her pupils dilate and hear her heart start to race as her wet lips started to kiss down the base of his cock. "Ohh, Diana, Please." He said as her hand started to stroke his cock faster. Diana took pity on Kal and wrapped her large lips around the tip of his cock and started to suck hard on the head as her hand stroke his large length.

Diana slowly took him deeper into her throat feeling the large girth press up against the walls of her throat. Diana gagged a bit and tried to force more of the large cock in her mouth but instead she felt Kal's hands slide into her hair and pull her off of his cock. Her throat felt oddly empty as the large girth was removed, a long string of saliva connecting the head of his cock to her lips.

"Don't force yourself Diana." Kal said looking down at her with a mix of love and worry.

"I'm sorry Kal. I promise I will do better after I've had a chance to practice. And trust me, there will be a lot of practice." Diana said in a voice that was half sadden apology and half sultry promises. "But until then I can give you something else just as good."

Before Kal could ask Diana grabbed his cock and stuck out her tongue letting a long rivulet of saliva drop down and land on his cock. Diana looked up at him and smiled as she started to spread it over his cock getting it nice and slick. Then she sat up and pressed his cock between her large breasts and started to grind her body up against his.

"Ohh Kal it feels so wondrous." Diana moaned as she ground her breast up against his body, his cock snuggly laying between them. Diana started to kiss and lick at his abdomen again, her sharp nails adding a painfully plesent contrast to the feel of her oiled cloud they rested between. Kals wet cock slid eassily between her large oiled breasts as she ground her chest against him.

Kal started to thrust his hips against Diana. His cock building up friction as she used her hands to press her breasts together. Kal grunted and started to thrust faster. His actions causing Diana's breasts to bounce slightly as he fucked her.

Kal couldn't last long against the sight and feel of having his cock wrapped between Diana's large breasts. "Diana, I'm going to cum" He grunted as he started to feel his balls tighten up and his cock twitch between her breasts.

"Ohh yes Kal, cum in me. Let me taste your seed." Diana said and took a quarter of his length back into her warm, wet mouth as Kal let out a long loud moan and shot rope after rope of hot sticky cum into her mouth and throat. Diana sucked at the end of his cock trying to collect every drop of the nectar that she could. As he finished Diana finally got a taste of the strong musky cream. Diana found herself in love with the taste and knew that she would never be able to go a day without tasting her lovers seed again.

Kal panted and felt his entire body turn to jelly as he came down from the best orgasm he had ever had. Looking down he could see the delighted look on Diana's face. He could also see a sort of possessive pride behind her eyes. Pride that she could turn to Man of Steel into the Man of Jelly with only her lips and hands. "I think it's my turn princess." Kal said and held out his hand. Diana took it and let him pull her up to her feet.

Diana wrapped one arm around his neck and her other hand brushed against his cheek as she started to kiss his jaw. Kal turned his head and kissed her back before kissing his way to her jaw and down her neck. Diana moaned as she felt Kal start to nibble at her shoulder as he gently picked her up in his arms. Kal carried her over to the bed and laid her down gently on the silk sheets. Kal continued to attack Diana's neck and shoulders with his lips as he settled his self over her.

Kal's hands moved up into Diana's hair and undid the clips letting her long black hair flow down behind her. "I love seeing you with your hair down." Kal said as he looked down at Diana. Her hair now spread behind her like a halo. Diana just smiled and reached up to run her hands over his shoulders.

Kal smiled down and her and went back to kissing his way down her collar bone to the swell of her breasts. Kal ran his hands up and down her sides as he kissed around the swell of her breasts. "Touch them Kal, please" Diana said as his thumbs brushed up against her side of her breasts. "I want to feel your hands on my breasts."

Kal smiled against her skin and moved his hands up to rest against the base of her large breasts. He fought down his swelling ego again as he realized that he was about to do what every man who saw Diana's uniform wanted to do, and once again he felt honored to be the one she wanted to do it with. Kal started to squeeze at the soft slick skin of Diana's breast, his large fingers sinking into the flesh as he squeezed up from the bottom of them.

Diana squirmed under him as he slowly played with her breasts, moving them around in his hands. Kal started to kiss at the top of her large breasts as he played with them, his tongue licking around her large dark areola. "Ohh harder Kal, harder. Suck on my breast. Ohh Kal yes." Diana said as Kal started to suck on one of her large nipples. Kal continued to roughly play with her other breast as his kissed and sucked at the one under his mouth.

Getting the first breast nice and wet Kal switched over and started to kiss and lick at Diana's right breast as his other hand started to play with her left. Even though Kal thought he could fondle and kiss Diana's breasts all night he gave them each one last kiss and started to kiss his way down her stomach. One of Diana's hands went to her now abandoned breasts and teased it as she watched Kal kiss his way down her body, taking his time to kiss and lick every inch of her stomach.

Diana smiled as his lips brushed over the soft skin on the inside of her hips. Instead of kissing his way over to her sensitive mound he continued down her legs, his hands running gently over her hips. Kal made his way down to her feet and couldn't help but laugh as he saw her toes.

"Is something funny Kal?" Diana asked in a sultry voice.

"I just never thought of you as painting and manicuring your toenails." He said as he slowly removed her slippers. Diana's reply was cut off as his hands started to massage her feet as he smiled up at her. Diana moved her other leg aside giving Kal a better look at her newly waxed core. Smiling at him she gave him a beckoning jester with one finger which Kal was quick to follow.

Thanks to Kal's superior senses he could already smell Diana's arousal and as he got closer he could see her lips start to glisten as her juices leaked out from excitement and arousal. Kal moved back over her and bent down to kiss her as one hand gently cupped her pussy. Diana moaned into his mouth as his fingers started to rub over her lips.




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Kal deepened his kiss as one of his fingers entered her wet center, the walls of her cunt hungrily clamping down as his finger pushed inward. Diana' moaned and bucked her hips as Kal slipped another finger in and started to rub them against her inner walls, his rough pads rubbing over her G spot.

Looking down into her loving eyes Kal started to thrust his fingers in and out faster, his thumb brushing over her large clit. Diana's moans escaped in short gasps of breath as his hand brought her closer to climax.

"K..Kal I..I need..ohh I need." Diana tried to get out as her body was rocked by a mini orgasm.

"What do you need Diana?" Kal asked quietly as he continued to thrust his fingers in and out of her.

"I need you inside me. Oh Kal please, I need you." Diana pleaded as his thumb sent an electric shock of pleasure up her body form where it pressed against her clit. Kal was more than happy to grant her request. His own desire had been growing seeing her squirm and moan below him.

Kal quickly straddled Diana and placed his cock against her lips before slowly thrusting in. He had barely gotten more than his head in before Diana let out a loud animalistic moan and came all over his cock and the sheets. Smiling Kal placed one hand on her large hip and the other on one of her shoulders and held her down as he continued to push in, her the inner walls of her cunt spasaming as Kal's large rod pressed further into her.

"Ohh yes please Kal. More, more. Ohh its so big, yes." Diana said as Kal grunted pressing more of his cock into her tight cunt. Kal was amazed at how tight and wet her cunt was and the thought that unlike with Lana or Lois he didn't have to hold back but could enjoy his self.

"Ohh claim me Kal. Claim your prize." Diana said urging Kal on to thrust in further and faster. Grinning Kal gave into his goddesses request and started to speed up, the sound of striking flesh filling the room as his cock quickly pumped in and out of Diana's pussy.

"Ughh, you look so good on your back with my cock inside of you." Kal said spearing her again with his cock as he looked down at her. He smiled at seeing her beautiful face scrunched up in pleasure, her bright white teeth biting down on her bottom lip as she tried to hold in a moan. "Moan for me love. Let me hear your beautiful voice as I fill you with my seed." Kal said speeding up his thrusts causing her large breasts to start to sway on her chest.

"Kal please I'm so close. Cum in me. Fill me with your seed and make me carry you children." Diana said releasing the large moan she had been holding in. Her pussy spasaming around Kal's cock as she came, her own juices running down the inside of her long legs a second before Kal let out a loud grunt and came in her, his whole body shuddering as he thrust in as far as he could and shot stream after stream of hot sticky cum into her womb.

"Diana that was..that was amazing." Kal said lowering himself down gently on top of her. As he leaned down to kiss her he suddenly found his world being turned upside down and found himself on his back starting up into a pair of loving almond shaped eyes. All Kal could see was his love's bright eyes and playful smirk as her long black hair fell down beside their face cutting them off from the rest of the world.

Diana slowly leaned down and pressed her large soft lips against Kal's, her fingers intertwining between his and holding his hands down as she continued to long slow kiss. Kal tried for a second to flip her like she had him but her years of training had allowed her to use her hips to pin him down to where he couldn't get any leverage.

"Just lay back and let me do all the work this time" She said sitting up on his chest. Diana let go of his hands before running them down his strong muscular arms and over his chest. Diana gave an appreciative purr as she felt the strong muscles in his chest before slowly moving her hands the rest of the way down his chest. Kal watched as she raised up on her strong tanned legs and gently grabbed ahold of his cock with her slender fingers.

Diana smiled as she ran her hand up and down Kal's cock, taking delight in the pleasure she could see on his face as she stroked him. Not breaking eye contact with him she lined her dripping core above his cock and slowly started to lower herself down onto him. Diana's mouth parted in a silent breath of pleasure as the large head split her lips.

Closing her eyes in pleasure she continued to lower herself onto his shaft. She could feel it splitting her walls as she slowly took more and more of it into her. She let out a gasp of surprise as she felt Kal's strong hands on her hips guiding her down onto him.

"I think I like this view better than the last one my love" Kal said looking up at Diana and smiling as he watched his cock disappear deeper inside of her. He felt like he was going to explode as he watched the beautiful goddess lower herself onto his shaft, her large breasts swaying slightly as she moved. Diana decided to tease him and started to raise her hips up until only his large head was inside of her. Diana started to slowly take him inside of her again before raising up only to repeat the process.

Kal just watched in pleasure as his cock was engulfed over and over by her hot tight tunnel. His pleasure was only doubled as Diana started to play with her breasts as she stroked him off with her pussy. Kal watched as her strong hands massaged her breasts, her fingers pinching and pulling at her own nipples and drawing moans of pleasure from the raven haired beauty. After a few minutes Diana felt the hunger to have her lover fully inside of her again and slowly started to lower herself down onto his cock.

"Ohh kal its so big. I don't think I can take all of it." Diana moaned as she felt the head of his cock press against the opening to her womb. Diana quickly found herself wrapped up in his arms, her chest pressed against his as he sat up under her.

"Let me take you mind off of it love." Kal said before crushing his lips against hers. Diana's scream of pleasure was eaten up by Kal's lips as he thrust up bypassing her final barrier. Diana saw stars in front of her eyes as Kal's cock impaled her deeper than he had previously. A mix of pain and pleasure going through her as the last quarter of his cock pressed into her womb.

"Ohh kal it feels so good yes. Fuck my womb Kal. Plant you seed right in my womb and make me yours." She pleaded again and again as she rode him, his hips thrusting up into her.

"That's right princess moan for me. Let me hear how much you love having me inside of you." Kal said in excitement, his hands seemingly moving all over her back as he continued his assault on her pussy. "Ohh Diana i'm going to cum. I'm going to cum inside this beautiful cunt of yours and make you mine." Kal said feeling his balls start to tighten.

"I'm already yours Kal. Yes, yes fill me with your seed. Yess." Diana yelled as she felt his cock enter her fully and the large shaft start to pulse as it filled her womb with his seed. Diana felt her own pussy start to cum in response. Her juices mixing with his as he continued to thrust deep into her.

Panting from the exertion Kal leaned back and brought Diana down on top of him. The two met again for another long kiss before Diana stretched out on top of him, using his body as her own personal pillow. Kal smiled down at his beautiful goddess and ran his hand though her long dark hair. Neither one was sure how long they laid like that, in total contentment in each other's arms. But by the time Diana started to move the once golden light of the sun had been replaced by the silvery shine of the moon.

Kal didn't notice her movement until he noticed the absence of his warm blanket. Diana rolled off of Kal though she didn't go much further. Instead she snuggled up against him, her bright eyes staring at his face as she used one of his arms as a pillow. Kal rolled over and pulled a blanket over them before wrapping an arm around her waist. Snuggling against one another the two heroes quickly fell into a deep pleasant sleep.



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Shocked that he would steal the car keys away from her, she shouted at him. "Jackson, what the hell do you think you're doing? Give me BACK those keys!" she screamed angrily. 

"No. Get in the car. We're getting through this Charice." said Jackson plainly. 

"Jackson. Give. me. The. Fucking. Keys. NOW!" stated Charice before screaming the last word.

"I said no. Get in the car. We're going to work this out." stated Jackson staring into her eyes.

Charice looked at him before lunging for his hands that held the car keys. Holding his hand with the keys high up in the air, he kept her away from his outstretched arm while she clawed at him. He quickly wrapped his free arm around waist and dragged her into the backseat of the car, opening the door after quickly stuffing the keys into his back pocket. 

"Let me go, damnit! Get your fucking hands the hell off me!" screamed Charice.

"No, baby, we're working this out. We're going back to the hotel, then we're going back home and we will work this thing out." said Jackson as he held down the struggling 5'6" 170 pounds of muscular perfection and fury in the backseat of the car.

"No! Let go!" screamed a still fighting Charice.

Jackson always admired her zeal, and her strength, but right at this moment she needed to be subdued. He knew just the thing. In all her struggles, she failed to notice that her legs were spread and that he was between them. Moving forward with a grace and agility born from working out doing yoga & pilates, he quickly covered her writhing angry form.

Once she felt him on top of her, she realized what kind of situation she was truly in. The green eyes that stared back of her were darker, and something rather sinister laid behind them. 'Oh shit. What the fuck is he gonna do?' thought Charice as she stared into the darkened green eyes of her former lover. His hands were placed steadily on her gyrating hips. He smugly grinned down at her when her body ceased moving. She finally realized that he wasn't going to let her go.

The look in his eyes said much more than she ever anticipated. There was no trace of her lover and friend. He was now her predator. A cold shiver went up her spine when she realized that the man on top of her in the backseat of a car on a bright chilly November morning was not the man she fell in love with. He had a far away look in his eyes as they roamed her features. His hand came up to caress a cheek before it traced down her neck and held a heavy breast under its fingertips. 

"Charice," he spoke in a deadly calm manner, "We will discuss this and we will work this out. You are not leaving me." he said as he peered into her eyes intently while still manipulating her breast. Charice felt her nipples harden from his ministrations and failed at willing them down. She hoped to God that he wouldn't be able to see them through both her bra and her sweater, but when his gaze flitted down to her ample bosom, and he groaned, she knew she was in much deeper shit than she had ever anticipated with this man.

The feel of her body underneath him and his hand on her breast, begging for her nipple to come out and play had him rock hard and ready to take her. He knew she was too much of a lady to do that to in public, but when he felt, then saw her nipples harden and her look of shock and fear, he nearly lost his shit.

With a groan he quickly pulled up her shirt, exposing the flesh of her gently cut, yet still soft belly. He flicked the sweater up over her tits and saw the black satin and lace that withheld them from his view. He bent his head down and bit at her left nipple, causing it to further harden in its satin and lace encasing. 

With a need to feel her skin and have her tender nub between his lips he harshly pushed up her bra and watched as her generous dark brown tits with their large areolas flopped out. She tried to bring her arms up to shield her breasts from his view, but he roughly pulled her hands away and held them over her head against the car window behind her. 

He bent his head down close enough to her face to kiss her. Her frightened eyes saw the anger and dominance in his crazed, reddened visage, and a whimper escaped her trembling lips. 

"Don't fucking move." was all he said to her. He slowly released the restraining hand and traced it down her body until it was massaging her right tit. He was testing her resolve to go against his will, and was thoroughly satisfied that her fear outweighed her need for freedom.

His hands resumed flicking and pinching her nipples before he brought his head down and sucked audibly on a breast. Charice trembled in fear and unwanted desire underneath his hard body. He rocked his hips against her mound so she could feel how excited he was by her. It scared her even further.

She could feel the heat and her juices emanating from her core and her eyes slid closed as her former lover expertly kissed, sucked and nibbled on her sensitive nipples. He always knew that she could come just from sucking and licking on her nipples, and knew that he was determined to have her panties creaming before they got back to the hotel so he could finish what he started in the rental car.

Charice trembled terribly as she knew that he knew that she was close to cumming. If his mouth was on one nipple, then his fingertips would pinch and pull the other one. He switched back and forth before gathering both breasts close together and licking and flicking them in rapid succession. He forcefully rocked his hips into her pussy, knowing that the pressure was right on her clit. He watched her eyes as they slowly slid closed. A soft breathy moan came from her lips as he continued the sensual torture and domination of her body. 

He knew she was close, so to drive her over the edge, he allowed one hand to trail lightly over her stomach and between her forcibly stretched thighs. He felt heat emanating from her pussy as he moved his hard cloth covered cock to the side to allow his hand entry. He allowed his fingers to lightly run over her panty covered pussy, before ripping that bit of satin and lace off her and onto the car floor, and plunging two fingers into her core. He angled them to massage her g spot while sucking, biting, pinching and pulling her now overly sensitive nipples.

Once his fingers made contact with her pussy, her hips began rocking and the once breathy little moans and sighs turned into near screams of passion. She knew she was close and she fought cumming with all of her being. However, he had already anticipated her reticence, and angled his thumb to massage her clit. 

A cry erupted from her lips as her stomach clenched and her slick pussy walls clamped down on his digits. He continued to stroke her through her orgasm while gently sucking and blowing on her saliva christened tits. He pulled up to watch her as she enjoyed her orgasm. 

"No one will ever make you feel as good as I do, Charice. You're mine." he stated simply before he leaned down to gently kiss both of her hardened nipples causing a shiver of delight from her body. He pulled his fingers out of her body and rubbed her pussy lips, every so often making contact with her exposed hard clit. Her cum covered his fingers, her outer lips and part of her suede skirt. She watched him as he sucked her juices off his fingers and moaned from the smell and taste of her body. 


Charice had no words for this. She had no fury left in her body. There was no anger or hurt left either. Only the cold fear that this man was never letting her go was left. The depth and sincerity of his words chilled her to her bones. He slid out of the back seat of the car, with a lingering look at her exposed pussy before she hurriedly closed her legs. He picked up her ripped panties from the car floor and held them to his nose, taking a long whiff of the scent of jasmine and her natural smell before stuffing them in the back pocket of his pants. 

He closed the door to the backseat and slid into the drivers seat before starting the car up and driving down the street to the hotel. Neither spoke a word to the other. Charice pulled her bra and sweater back over her nakedness and shivered from the feeling of the cloth sliding over her sensitive, aroused nipples.

As he calmly navigated the streets back to their hotel, he realized that he needed to make sure that she would be compliant for the rest of his "conversation" with Charice. So he found an Ace hardware store and stopped.

He slightly turned his head and stared into her eyes through the rearview mirror. "Don't move. I'll be right back." was all he said before he exited the car and locked the doors, which set the alarm.

Charice sat in the car flabbergasted. This man wasn't the same gentle man that courted her for three months before finally kissing her. He wasn't the same man that would come to her place and run a bath for her and started their dinner so she wouldn't have to worry about anything once she got home from her stressful job as a loan officer. He certainly wasn't the man the made tender, sweet love to her – staring into her eyes as he stroked deliciously inside her body and gave her countless orgasms around his thick cock, fingers or tongue.

He wasn't her same Jackson. The man who looked like her former love was a monster. He forced himself on her, and forced her to have an orgasm against her will. Nevermind that it was an intensely pleasureable experience. Her body and mind were reeling from what had happened less than fifteen minutes ago. 

'What if I just ran away?' she thought to herself. She quickly assessed her surroundings and realized that they were still a ways away from the hotel, and in a very sketchy part of town. Some of the men that gathered around the outside of the building were eyeing her lecherously. Some men blew a kiss her way, or adjusted their stiff cocks while looking directly at her. She quickly re-thought any chance of escape, besides he would be alerted the moment she opened the car door. She silently cursed automakers for making the car alarms go off once a locked car was opened from the inside. 

She had her head in her hands and was so deep in thought about the whole fucked up situation that she jumped when she heard the car alarm chirp and the drivers' door open. Jackson set down in the front passenger seat a plastic bag that he specifically kept out of view from Charice. He figured that the sight of rope, duct tape, and the small hunting knife would scare the hell out of her and she'd fly out the car and get hit by oncoming traffic before he could catch her. 

She sat in the backseat staring at the back of his head wondering what the hell he had to buy at Ace hardware. Whatever it was, she knew that it was meant for her and that was a bad, bad thing. Jackson started up the car and pulled out onto the street heading toward their hotel. They still needed to pack and get ready to go back home.

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When they finally arrived at the hotel, he parked the car and grabbed the bag from the front seat before slamming the door and opening the drivers' side door to the back seat. Charice sat at the other side staring at his outstretched hand that waited for her grasp. When she didn't move, he put the bag on top of the car and lunged inside after her. Once his face appeared in the doorway, she jerked open her door and sprinted as fast as she could in the opposite direction.

"Shit!" he yelled as she took off like a shot into the poorly lit hotel garage. He took off running after her, neglecting the bag and open doors to chase after his woman. Charice ran as if her life depended on it – because in her mind it did. She reasoned that he planned to kill her after assaulting her again in the hotel. She had watched too many episodes of Oprah and every other talk show that discussed how killers would take their quarry to a second location to perform their dastardly deeds before silencing their victim forever. She didn't want to die and with the crazed look in his eye, she was sure she would – if only to be rid of him once and for all.

Jackson was livid. How dare she run out on him! She wasn't able to run as fast as she could with the silly little heels on her feet. He steadily gained on her, and knew that the effort of fighting him off her earlier had worn her out more than she had anticipated. 

Her legs cramped and ached and she was scared of twisting her ankle in those damned cute shoes. She could feel her energy evaporate into the cold breeze inside the garage. Just as she approached the street, she felt Jackson's strong arm encircle around her waist and lift her off the ground. 

"What do you think you are doing, sweetheart? Hmm?" whispered Jackson as he panted harshly in her ear. He easily shifted her body to one side and soundly slapped her ample ass, causing a shriek to erupt from her mouth just before he brought a hand up to silence her.

He shifted her again and brought the front of her body slowly down his body so she could feel every inch of his impressive erection up against her round ass. With his arm still wrapped around her waist, he turned her around quickly to lean down and whisper in her ear, "Feel that baby? That's all yours once we get up in that room. So be a good girl and don't pull the same shit again, or else you'll get more than just one slap on the ass for it." He cupped and massaged her still sensitive breast before harshly pinching a nipple that made her scream. He quickly swallowed her scream by shoving his thick long tongue into her opened mouth.

To any outsider, it would look like a couple sharing an intimate moment, rather than a man subduing his ex. He broke the kiss as she choked and sputtered from his tongue's invasion and he walked them back to the car with his hand firmly around her hips. He steered her around the car while he locked the vehicle up, and gathered his remarkably untouched bag from the car roof before heading to the hotel's elevator to their floor. They had the elevator to themselves, so he took the opportunity to suck and nibble on her neck, specifically in her spots. He wanted her wet and ready for him to take her completely. 

He was annoyed that she bit back her moans of pleasure. He knew just how to touch her and coax orgasms from her delicious body. She was his damnit! No other man would ever feel her thick thighs wrapped around his waist, or taste her sweet tangy cream. Angry that she was forcing herself to not moan, he spread her legs apart before pushing the emergency button on the elevator, dropping the bag and sinking down on the floor to stick his head up her skirt. 

His mind went numb as his tongue made first contact with her taste. She may be able to hide her moans and sighs of pleasure, but she would never be able to hide the cream that came forth from her center from his ministrations. He pushed her into the back wall of the elevator stall before anchoring her hips with his large hands and claiming his lost treasures. Every flick of his tongue elicited a moan of pleasure from her thick lips, and he sighed contentedly, knowing that he was pleasing his woman.

Charice stood there in a daze, taking the pleasure he once again forced on her body. She was scared of all this – the sudden dominance, the public sex and the wanton way that she was acting that seemed to encourage his actions. She too soon realized that fighting against his attacks did nothing but cause him to be more aggressive in getting her body to acquiese to his sexual ardor.

She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood when she came all over his lips. He slurped up his reward as obscenely as he had licked and sucked her to obtain it. Knowing that she would feel weak in the knees after such an intense orgasm, he gently kissed her pussy lips before catching her body and dragging her over to the right side of the elevator to resume the cart. A moment later, a voice from the hotel's front desk sounded in the cabin. 

"We really appreciate you choosing to stay with us at the Meridian. However, could you please not stop the elevator car to have sex in the elevator? We have a camera in the booth. We saw everything. Once again, thank you for staying with us at the Meridian. Oh, and checkout is as 12:00." came the tinny voice of an amused male voice through the speaker. 

As dark as her skin was, Charice's cheeks flushed purple in color as she blushed profusely in embarrassment. She hid her face behind her hands before she felt the towering inferno of his body pressed intimately against her. 'Is he grinding against me?' she thought before she heard the low moan that signaled that he was indeed aroused and wanted to have more fun with her body inside the tight confines of the elevator.

"Move your hands baby." he moaned into her ears. The heat from the promise in his moans sent another shiver through her body. Steeling herself, she gave a muffled "no" from behind her hands. He growled low and yanked her hands from her face. In her shock she started to scream, which he muffled with his tongue. Her screams sounded like moans to her ears, which scared her to her core. She didn't want to be turned on by him, but when his tongue stroked the inside of her mouth, his kisses laced with her nectar, she lost her fight.

Charice felt weak, and stupid for not fighting against his amorous onslaught. She knew that he was proving to her how good things would continue to be between them. She knew that every stroke of his tongue, every touch, and more importantly everytime he was inside her body, that he was proving to her that they belonged together.

She simply couldn't let that happen. 

Jackson felt her acquiese to his kiss and touch. But he knew better. He knew that his little hellcat would still fight, even if she pretended that she was going along with the plan. He knew the best way to keep her. He figured that while they were still in town that he could divert their flight to Las Vegas and drag her there to romance her, and marry her while she was too intoxicated to realize what she had done. By the end of tomorrow night, she would be his wife and the mother of his child. 

While he had his tongue inside her to distract her, he grinded his hot length against her practically exposed pussy. He wouldn't allow himself to be embarrassed by being caught on camera. With a wicked smirk he pulled away from her tasty lips and picked her up. She instantly wrapped her thick thighs around his trim waist. He pulled the pocketknife out of the bag and used it to slice off her suede skirt. 

"Damnit Jackson, what the hell are you doing?" screamed Charice before the tinny voice, now irritated, came back over the intercom. 

"Could the two of you knock it off in there before we bring the car back down here & have you escorted to the police station for indecent exposure?" came the tinny sound of the irate front desk person. Jackson covered Charice's ass with the mangled suede skirt as he rocked her completely open pussy on his hard cloth covered length, smearing her juice all over his tented crotch area. 

Jackson watched her face as she bit back her moans from the enticing friction between her legs. He kept the remnants of her skirt over her naked ass with the hand that held the Ace hardware bag. His other hand slipped under the "skirt" and massaged her slit and asshole. The elevator beeped and came open and he strode down the hallway with her legs wrapped around his waist. 

The hand keeping her pussy wet and stimulated moved to the pocket that held the key card to their room. Once he swiped it and entered with her still hanging on him, he slammed the door shut, and locked it. He never once stopped looking at her face while doing all this. 

He slowly released her to slide her down the front of him, making her body have intimate contact with his again. Once she was no longer in his arms, he slowly backed up to the area that held the bathroom and closet, still holding the bag. Charice eyed him, knowing that whatever was about to pop out of that bag of his was going to make her submit to him. She had a fight on her hands, and she would be damned if he would win it. 




A Love Worth Fighting For



Jackson watched as her eyes changed from that of submission to a heated glare. A smile quirked on his thick lips as he watched her begin to bargain her way out of their room and out of his life. His hellcat had sparked to life, and he would be the one to tame her. 

"Jackson, I need to get my things and go." started Charice as she neared the bathroom. Jackson stood by the door to the closet/bathroom area near the entrance to the room and stared at her. The hunger in his eyes was palpable. 'Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.' thought Charice. His celery colored eyes watched her as she edged closer to the bathroom, but kept her distance from him. He knew that in order for her to get all her belongings she would have to get past to him. She wasn't willing to take that risk and have him throw her down and take her like he did in the car on the studio lot.

"Jackson?" asked Charice uncertainly as she watched him in mounting fear. He hadn't moved from where he stood, only moving his head to watch her get close to him. After their intense staring match, Jackson calmly stated one word to her: "No."

Her eyes blinked and flashed in confusion. "What do you mean no?" she asked him heatedly. He lazily traced his eyes down her body, regarding her face, heaving chest, down to her still drooling snatch and shapely legs. Once his eyes circumnavigated her body, he looked back into her irritated brown eyes and stated in a low serious voice, "You aren't going anywhere Charice."

Beyond irritated, and now full blown angry, Charice forgot herself and charged forward toward her ex. "Jackson, I don't have any time for your games, nonsense or foolishness. Let me get my stuff and get the fuck on with my life!" she practically screamed. She forgot that she was in his face with her hand dangerously close to his face. They had never had a cross word with one another – their arguments usually consisted of talking out their differences, resolving them in a straightforward fashion and finishing it off with mindblowing sex.

This was way different. Here she was in her 5'6" (now 5'9" because of the heels) glory, naked from the waist down, chest heaving and screaming at a man who towered over her at 6'4". A burly 6'4". The man was a beast – he had a physique that looked like Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson, but wrapped in white chocolate, with the facial features more akin to Clark Kent from Smallville. In a word, her ex was a delicious piece of man candy.

Jackson looked down at the sexy little chocolate vixen in front of him that screamed like an angry spider monkey. He cocked his head to the side before grabbing both her arms and shoving them forcefully behind her back. He quickly located the rope and expertly bound her wrists before she could say "What the fuck!"

Charice was boiling mad at this point. Since she couldn't hit her ex, she tried kicking him. The moment her foot lifted into the air was the moment he grabbed the extended leg and brought it up higher, knocking her off balance. He quickly caught her and heaved her up onto his shoulder. 

"Put me down you fucking unbalanced bullshit artist! Put me the fuck down NOW!" Charice screamed before he unceremoniously dropped her on the bed, ass up. Before she could turn around he placed a strong hand on her lower back to push her into the bed. 

"Sweetheart, you need to listen to me. I told you that you are not going to leave me. I meant it. Now as for this behavior of yours, it is completely unbecoming of a lady such as yourself. You really don't leave me any further options." he stated as he single-handedly unbuckled his leather belt from his slacks and folded it in half. 

Charice turned her head to the side to give him an evil sidelong glare, before she said, "What the fuck do you think you're gonna do, hmm? Hold me fucking hostage? Rape me like you did in the car? What bitch, what?" cajoled Charice.

Had she not been so blinded by her rage and had a better angle to look at him, she would have noticed that the belt he once wore was now gone. The way she found out that he was no longer wearing it was when the leather strap connected to her ample backside causing her to yelp. 

Jackson was relentless in spanking her. By the time he was done both cheeks, and her upper thighs were bright red, and she laid crying from the pain. Not once during the spanking did he speak to her. He just let her wail, flail and cry until she no longer put up resistance. Too tired to speak, Charice whimpered as Jackson slowly rolled her over and parted her aching, sore legs.

His cock was stiff and drooling from watching her ass jiggle and shake each time his belt came in contact with it. He quickly removed his clothes before grabbing the bag and removing the knife. Charice offered no resistance as she felt the material of her favorite cashmere sweater set being removed from her body. Her bra was then cut off her shackled, prone figure before she was gently turned onto her side. 

She blinked the tears that temporarily blinded her to see a fully naked and very domineering Jackson. He still held her mutilated bra in his hands, which was currently stuffed underneath his nostrils as he took strong whiffs of the contraption that held her jasmine perfumed bosom. She watched as his cock twitched with each renewed breath. It made a crazy site for her: her naked as a jay bird ex with his hair slightly tousled holding a knife in one hand, her bra's remnants in the other, eyes closed with a large drooling erection pointed at her.

'Don't that just beat all.' thought Charice looking at him before he slowly lowered the hand that held the bra then dropping it to the ground. Her eyes went a little wide as she took in his still feral look, flicking back in forth between his crazy celery colored eyes to his hand that still held the knife. 

"Please don't kill me. I'll do anything. Anything you want. Just don't kill me." whimpered a truly frightened Charice. Renewed tears began to course their way down her soft dark brown cheeks as she feared that she had really sent him off the deep end with the end of their relationship. Jackson cocked his head to the side to look at her closely. 'Why on earth would she think I want to kill her?' he thought before he realized that he still held the glinting sharp piece of metal that helped him strip her. He brought his free hand closer to her and she flinched before she began crying in earnest. 

"Shh, shhh. It's ok. I'm not planning to kill you, Chari. Please don't cry. Here, let me put this down, ok?" said Jackson as he moved the knife away from her and slowly placed it on the desk behind him. As he crouched down to get closer to her level, he began to head towards her naked body. She continued to whimper, but was too tired to move or do much aside from cower from him and try to close her legs. 

He steadily moved forward until he was flush with her shivering body. 'Shit!' he thought, knowing that his antics had scared her into thinking that he was planning on going psycho and killing her. Her dead was the last thing he wanted. He wanted her alive, with him and preferably pregnant with his kids. 

He settled himself behind her shaking form and gently pulled her closer to him. She still shook and whimpered as the heat from his body washed over her. He bent his head down to kiss and nibble on the exposed portion of neck she provided. She couldn't bring herself to look into his eyes. She still feared that he would kill her. He gently pulled her bound form closer to his nakedness and pressed his arousal against her ass. More tears flowed from her eyes, which he dried with his fingers and kisses. 

"Shhh, Chari. It's ok. I'm just gonna make you feel good. I won't hurt you again angel. Just lay there baby and I'll do the rest. Ok?" Jackson said in a low voice to Chari to get her to calm down. He continued to nibble on her neck and he noticed that her legs were beginning to shift, signaling the excitement building up between her dark brown thighs. He wickedly grinned into her soft skin as he gently bit down on her neck and rubbed the fingers that once dried her tears over her turgid nipples.

"Please...please let me go." Charice said in a voice that belied her fear and arousal. "I promise I won't say anything, just please let me go. I'll do anything you want, just let me go." she continued to beg. Jackson blew out a harsh breath that startled Charice and made her body quiver again. The hand toying with her nipples stopped to feel the stiff tip poking his palm. With a growl he her over, with her on her knees, her head on the bed, ass in the air. 

He suddenly left her body to admire her bound form, and the look of her moist cunt and asshole. Her body continued to shiver from the lack of his warmth and fear. Jackson slowly sauntered to her bent, bound form and separated her reddened ass cheeks. Bending down close to her exposed pussy and ass, he took a deep whiff of her scent before flattening his tongue and licking her from clit to ass. Charice bucked and gasped at the stimulation. A low moan issued from her throat before she could stop it. 

"Please, Jackson don't do this. Please don't...oooohhh...." started Charice before Jackson stuck his tongue into her asshole and gently licked it. Jackson focused on licking and eating her asshole, enjoying the moans and whimpers of pleasure she made. He took a restraining hand off her ass cheek and began fondling her glistening cunt. When he felt his digits slicken with her juices, he slowly inserted two fingers inside her, massaging her g-spot.

Once Jackson felt Charice pushing her ass into his face he pulled back and slapped her soundly on her ass before leaning back down to flick his tongue over her exposed clit. Her moans turned into screams as he licked and sucked on her clit while fingering her wet pussy. The hand that slapped her ass was massaging the pain away before slipping a finger inside her asshole.

Charice bucked and screamed as the stimulation sent her body into orgasmic convulsions. Tears streamed from her eyes as she tried to control her breathing. Jackson placed a gentle kiss on her still aroused clit, sending another shiver through her prone body. He removed his fingers from her cunt and sucked her juices off them before turning her over onto her back. Her generous tits bounced into his view and he was instantly mesmerized by her taut nipples.

Charice looked up into Jackson's eyes, and begged him not to fuck her with her eyes. Unfortunately for her, her large doe like brown eyes was the exact reason why he was going to fuck her to the point of passing out. 

Jackson laid down next to Charice, facing her back. He nuzzled his face into her hair as he brought a hand up to a breast and gently rubbed the aroused tip. Charice started to plead with Jackson, trying to ignore the pleasure he brought to her body. "Jackson, please, let me go." she continued to beg in between her moans of pleasure.

"No." was his simple response as he rubbed his face into her soft natural hair. "I'm never letting you go Chari. You're mine and no one else will have you." he continued. He broke his trance on her hair, and kissed the side of her face, taking time to lick, suck and nibble on her ear. Her ears always drove her crazy, almost as much as sucking on her clit, ass or playing with her nipples. 

"Oh shit! No, no, please, Jackson. Please, stop." she whimpered at the sensual onslaught he gave her. "I don't think you want that..." whispered Jackson in a sing-songy voice as he continued to lick her ear. "Please, Jackson. Please stop." she whimpered while her thighs gingerly rubbed together to stem the flow of her arousal.

"Oh, angel you don't want that do you? Hmm?" asked Jackson as he sucked deeply on her neck while pinching and pulling on her nipple. "Hmm?" he continued as she moaned when his tongue licked and traced the bones of her clavicle. "Tell me, angel. Do...you...want...me...to...stop?" he asked as he kissed and nipped his way down to her unattended nipple between every word before capturing the dark nub and sucking it deep into his hungry mouth. 

"Fuuccckkkk..." moaned Charice. Jackson always could make her body feel so damn good, and he worked really hard to get her into another orgasm. The sensation of his fingers pinching, plucking and caressing a nipple while his tongue flicked the tip of the other before sucking it deeply into his mouth and lightly biting down drove her insane. Her hips pumped in the air with her pussy begging for further stimulation and release. 

The hand that pinched and plucked her aroused and taut nipple slowly traced and caressed the delicate curves of her lush stomach. His hand glided over the thigh pressed close to his erection, before lifting it up. Charice was too far gone to realize that he had opened her up to him. Her eyes flew open when she felt the head of his cock stroke the lips of her pussy. 

"Wait, no! Jackson, please stop! We can't do this! You have no right to do this to me!" she panted. Jackson ignored her requests to halt his actions and chose to focus on the feel of her tight wetness gliding against his cock head. He pulled his mouth off her nipple to lightly blow on it. As her back arched gracefully away from his chest at the new pleasureable sensation, he slowly slipped his cock inside her pussy. Every wet, tight inch of her felt divine around his cock. He audibly groaned once he was fully inside her body. 

They were always careful when it came to sex – he used condoms as a ritual when he did his work, and felt it best to keep his woman and himself safe by doing the same whenever he made love to his Charice. The feel of her au natural almost caused him to nut prematurely once he was fully inside. He laid his head down with his mouth in close proximity to her extremely hard nipple and panted, trying to control his orgasm. 

Once the sensation was overcome, he slowly pulled almost all 9" of his cock out of her, only to look down between her opened thighs and watch as his hard pink cock slowly disappeared between her brown and pink pussy lips. He continued to slowly fuck his woman into submission, using her moans and gasps as indicators that she was enjoying the pleasures he brought to her body.

"Please. Please pull out. Please, Jackson. We're not together anymore." she pleaded while feeling her clit pulse. Before she could utter another word, her back arched and a cry of satisfaction came from her lips. Jackson took that opportunity to bring the hand that still caressed and held open her leg for his entry down to gently rub her distended clit.

Charice's screams of pleasure were all the confirmation that Jackson needed to know that he should be the only man to satisfy her body and know her most intimate needs. The sensation of her body clamping down on his cock proved to be too much for his resolve not to cum, as he pumped his cum inside of her awaiting channel. 

He took her enticed nipple back into his mouth as he continued to stroke inside her body. Unfortunately for her, his orgasm did not stop him from continuing to slowly fuck her beautiful body. He was one of the lucky few men who could have multiple orgasms and remain hard. He continued slowly pumping inside her pussy, rubbing her clit and sucking her nipple. Charice shivered and shook and begged him to stop – not because she didn't want him any longer, but because she was sure that she would pass out if he didn't stop. 

Jackson paid no mind to her protests as he pumped deliciously into her soaking wet warmth. After releasing her nipple, he kissed his way back to her ear where he nibbled and licked on her sensitive skin. He watched as the whites of her eyes showed through her fluttering lids. An evil smirk crossed his lips as he watched and felt her cumming again all over his dick. 

"You like this cock in you baby? Hmm? This thick hard white cock fucking your pretty little brown pussy? Do you like that I stroke you so well? Tell me angel. Tell me I fuck you best. Tell me..." he whispered while rubbing her clit in circles.

"Oh God you fuck me best." she moaned in response to him. Her breathing hitched as he angled his hips in a different direction to stroke a new spot in her pussy that caused her so much more pleasure. 

"That's right angel. I'm the only one who makes you feel this good. This little pussy is my pussy. It's not your pussy any more – it belongs to me. Just like this good cock filling you up is your cock. I belong to you." he groaned into her ear as he stroked her through the climax that began with the new angle of his hips.

"Ooooooohhhhh...." was all that Charice could moan to his words.

"Say it angel. Tell me who's pussy this is..." he asked as he sped up the tempo of his hips to drive faster into her body. 

"Oh, fuck baby it's yours. Beat up your pussy, baby." she moaned back. Her juices and his cum slid under their joined bodies to provide a wet slapping sound that punctuated their sex. 

With a low moan, Jackson buried his head in her jasmine scented neck and pumped his release into her saturated body. He allowed his still turgid cock to pulse gently inside her clamping body to feel her wrapped around him. "Never forget that angel. I'll never let you go." Charice finally succumbed to the inciting slumber that Jackson's lovemaking always enduced.

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When Charice woke up it was hours later and nighttime. Her arms felt kinda strange, a mixture of an ache and a tingle. When she tried to iat up, she found that she couldn't move. Her arms were tied to the bed posts and her legs were tied so that her knees were pushed up to her chest. She frantically looked around, but didn't have to wonder for long where Jackson was. He sat in a chair right next to her, lazily stroking his erection and watching her.

"Did you sleep well angel?" he asked as he absently stroked himself. 

"Why did you tie me up? We need to leave the hotel – I don't want to pay for another night here!" she began frantically.

"We're not in Conneticut angel. We're in Vegas." he said simply as his celery colored orbs glittered in arousal at her prone, naked form.

Charice stared at Jackson for a moment, taking in the information that he provided. "Why are we here?" she asked after some time.

Jackson got up and walked over to her. He crawled onto the bed, admiring his work. The way that she was tied up, she had to take all of his length. The thought of his long thick cock being completely encased by her soft wet pussy made him moan out loud. He needed a taste before he got up in her again.

"While you were asleep I took the liberty of having our flight back home re-routed to Vegas. We arrived about an hour ago, lovely." he said while staring down at her exposed pussy and ass.

Charice blinked a few times realizing that she must have been out almost all day, and wondered how he was able to get her from Conneticut to Nevada without her once waking up. Before she could ask him how that trip was possible without her knowledge, she felt his tongue signature her slit from ass to clit. A shocked moan came from her lips as he laid out on the bed underneath them and licked, sucked and slurped her pussy.

"Shit!" she screamed as she came all over his face. Satisfied that her first orgasm was out of the way, Jackson quickly sat up on the bed and rubbed his hard cock all over her entrance. Once he heard her low moans begging for him to be inside her he pulled back before getting off the bed. He walked over to a table in their suite and picked up a butt plug and a dildo about the same size as himself and headed back to her prone form on the bed.

Charice shivered looking at the toys. She had neither a plan for escape nor the means to carry it out. She was shaken from her daze when he asked her, "Do you trust me?"

"Not anymore." she answered simply. They locked eyes for a moment, and his usual green eyes went hazel at her response. 




A Love Worth Fighting For



She figured that she had ticked him off, but didn't realize that she hurt him deeply as well. After an intense stare down, he moved forward on the bed holding the toys before taking the butt plug into his mouth to lubricate it. He pulled it out and put it into her asshole slowly, allowing her the chance to allow the forced invasion of her ass. 

"Owww! Stop it Jackson! That hurts!" she whimpered at him. A rather wicked smile played on his plump lips as he watched her squirm fruitlessly against the restraints as the toy was inserted into her body. 

"Don't worry beautiful. It'll feel good before I get finished with you." was all he said as he prodded her opening with the dildo. He lowered his head and began to lick and suck on her clit while still prodding her opening with the dildo. Once he heard her moans, his head went up to where her exposed nipples were as he slowly inserted the instrument to her ubricated pussy. 

"Oooohh..." moaned Charice at the renewed pleasure coursing through her body. 

"You like that don't you angel? You've never had my full length inside you baby, but tonight I want you to feel every sweet inch of my cock inside you." he said around her hardened nipple. 

All Charice could do was moan and sigh in response. That, however, wasn't good enough for him. He began to ram the dildo inside her, bringing out shrieks of pleasureable pain from her and asked her, "don't you like this angel?" 

"Yes, yes, yes!" screamed Charice as her cum coated the dildo.

"That's it baby. Cum on this dildo so you can taste how sweet you are baby." he said to her. At his words, Charice came hard all over the dildo. He moved around to the side of the bed and stroked his hard leaking cock at one nipple while the cum soaked dildo stroked the other nipple, turning her on beyond coherence. 

"I love how orgasmic you are angel. You're so perfect and all mine." he moaned just before he covered her tits in his sperm. 

Jackson positioned himself at her entrance with his still hard cock and pushed in until his balls were flush with her ass. Her eyes bugged out slightly at the invasion of his hard wet cock inside her. He took the dildo and slipped it into her open mouth. She greedily sucked the dildo like a cock as Jackson pounded her tight pussy and rubbed her clit.

The feeling of having the dildo in her mouth, his cock doing wonderful things inside her pussy and feeling the way his cock rubbed against the now pleasureable butt plug completely short circuited all reasoning and sense in her. All she was in that moment was a mindless cum slave looking to cum and be filled with cum.

"That's it angel. Are you my dirty little cum slut?" he asked her as he jackhammered into her prone pussy.

She shook her head yes as her eyes began to slide into the back of her head. Seeing her losing herself to her desires and his ardor made him slam hard into her body and empty his seed inside her. His orgasm triggered another massive one from her. Once he finished cumming, he slid out to watch as their combined fluids slowly left her enticing cunt. Completely satisfied with how well she performed, he removed the anal plug while eating her pussy again to clean her up.

Charice floated back into her body from her incredible orgasm and looked up at Jackson. His eyes were their usual celery green color, but something was missing. Charice fought with herself about whether she should care about the change in his eyes as he looked at her and her care concern for his well-being won out over her anger at the secret and lies he told her that ruined their relationship.

"As much fun as it would be for you to leave me bound like this and use me for whatever you want to use me, I think we need to talk about what's happening between us." she said as she fought to catch her breath.

Jackson looked at his angel and his heart lept for joy. He kept a cool head about him, and began to untie her legs and arms so she could move. He rubbed his hands over the indentations that the ropes made into her soft skin, taking time to kiss and lick her wrists.

"Jackson, why didn't you tell me that you worked in porn?" asked Charice simply as she folded her legs up to her chest in a protective gesture. 

He took in her posture, noting that she cradled herself, and it stung. "Chari, I honestly didn't know how to tell you that I make a living fucking people." he stated as simply as he could.

She bobbed her head for a moment before falling silent. "When did you first start doing this?" she asked him when she finally looked into his eyes.

He sat down next to her and ran a finger up the back of one of her arms. "Four years ago." he stated.

She blew out a breath, and looked down for a moment before looking back into his eyes and asking him, "Okay, so what type of sex do you do on camera? I don't mean to be rude, but this is what you do for a living and I just need to know for my own sanity." she responded.

"Light BDSM, straight sex with women only. I have done some gangbang scenes, but I usually fuck porn stars or amateurs looking to start off in the business." he said sincerely to her.

She nodded her head taking the information in slowly so she could process it all. A part of her was screaming to run away from him, but another growing part of her realized that this man was deeply in love with her and didn't see a life without her being in it – despite the large amounts of sex he was getting on a regular basis.

"So you act out in these, um..." she started to ask. "Scenes," he finished. "Yes I act out these scenes with other actresses. Mostly what I do now is the production end of it. I developed my own company which started the 'Black chicks, White dicks' trend." he stated.

A look of complete confusion was etched on her beautiful features. "Black chicks, White dicks? You mean interracial sex for couples that look like us?" she asked.

He chuckled a bit before gently grabbing her chin to caress her cheek. Mesmerized by her, he took a moment to answer before dropping his hand to caress her arm again. "Yeah. Apparently there are a lot of people out there who think couples like us fucking are pretty hot. Sales have been amazing and its a trend that the industry sees as growing." he responded looking into her brown eyes.

"Oh. Okay." she said simply, and bowed her head still trying to process everything. "It doesn't however mean that I will put cameras around whenever I want to make love to you. I wouldn't violate us like that, unless you wanted me to tape it for our own personal use." he said while looking at her contemplative expression.

She looked over at him, a bit dazed and nodded her head absently. After a lull in their conversation, she finally asked him, "How often do you get tested for STI's, AIDS and other health related issues?"

"Once a month is mandatory. I get checked out at least once a week. I have excellent health coverage that I pay for, and a great doctor that checks everything for me and the people who are on my payroll." he stated calmly. 

"Okay." she once again said simply, while nodding her head. A silence fell between them while he patiently waited for her next question, wanting to put her at ease with their situation. After a while, she momentarily stunned him when she asked him if he had ever gotten a woman pregnant while shooting or otherwise.

He looked at her for moment with his head cocked to the side, studying her. "No. I always wear condoms when working with another actress." he stated after some time, wondering where she was headed with her questions.

"You know that you came inside me a couple times, right?" she asked him quietly. He watched her for a moment before shifting closer to her. He stroked her hair, gently coaxing her to look up at him. "Did it bother you that I came inside you?" he asked her gently.

"I'm not on the pill. I've never been pregnant before, but I could be. If I am what are we gonna do?" she asked in a shaky voice. He was ecstatic that she wanted him to in her life if and when she had their child. In all his 37 years he wished he could find a warm sincere woman to share his love and home with. 

"Come here baby." he said to her softly. Timidly she came towards him, and he gathered her in his arms, turning her around so her back was flush with his massive chest. He put a restraining hand across her slightly rounded belly and drew circles on her soft skin. 

"I plan to stay with you forever. I don't want anyone else. I want you to wear the ring I put on your finger, to live in my house, and to bear my children. I want you to want me, spiritually, emotionally and physically. I'll never give up on you, and I'm begging you to not give up on me." he said to her in a low voice in her ear.

She turned her head towards his, and said, "Jackson, please understand where I'm coming from with all this. For the past year and a half of our relationship, I was under the impression that you were a personal fitness trainer. To find out that you've been either fucking or taping the fucking of other women is a lot for me to process." 

He looked at her for a moment before saying, "And you are a fantastic woman to be with me still as I try to sort this all out." He took that opportunity to stroke her upper arm slowly, lingering on lightly circling her elbow.

"You didn't give me much choice with the whole bondage and hot fucking you put me through." she said in a snarky manner as she looked away from him. Her breath began to hitch at the unexpected pleasure of his gentle caress. She hoped that he didn't notice the change in her breathing pattern. Instead he smiled wickedly behind her, allowing his hands to gently glide across her hot skin.

"When I know what I want, I'm not ashamed or afraid to go after it." he said plainly, cupping a breast while kissing her shoulder.

"Wait. Are you trying to distract me?" she asked while stifling a moan as she felt his palm slowly rub her nipple.

He kissed her shoulder again, "Of course angel. How else am I gonna make sure you know how much I love you?" he murmured into her neck as his other hand began to stroke her seeping slit.

"Wait. I need to go potty before we do anything. I apparently haven't pissed in a long time and I don't want to pee all over you." she stammered, trying fruitlessly to pull his busy hands off her body.

Jackson chuckled into the spot on her neck he was previously licking, and released her. The moment she stood up, he quickly slapped her ass. A soft moan came from her as she scurried to the bathroom. 

Charice closed the door & quickly sat on the available toilet seat. She was happy for a reason to be away from her intoxicating beau so she could think clearly. Was she going to accept him? Could she forgive him of this serious error in judgment? 

She finished her business in the bathroom and washed her hands before leaving the beautifully tiled and simply decorated room. She opened the door to see Jackson standing in front of her in all his glory, hard and ready for her. 

His hands reached for her shoulders and marched her backwards into the bathroom. Startled and confused, Charice asked him just what the hell he was doing. A smile quirked on his full lips and he simply said, "Bathing." He sat her down on the closed toilet as he prepared the jacuzzi tub with bubbles, bergamot scented oil and lit the sandalwood candles placed around the tub. She watched as he flitted around the scented water, getting everything prepared. 

Once he was finished with his preparations, he gently lifted her up by her shoulders to stand and murmured in her ear, "test the water for me, beautiful." 

She pulled her head away to stifle the shiver his deep timbre sent through her newly aroused body. She walked carefully to the tub to test the water, and adjusted the temperature a little lower so their bodies would be better able to withstand the heat. As she bent over to adjust the water spigot, she felt him pressed against her naked sex. He stood behind her, running gentle circles on the small of her back and reveled in the soft sighs that she unconsciously gave to his tender caresses.

Once the water level was high enough to cover their nakedness, he bent over her still prone, bent form and shut off the water, and slide a damp hand from her shoulder slowly down to her ass. "Let's get in beautiful." he whispered gently in her ear before flicking his wicked tongue out to tantalize the enticing bit of flesh.

"Ooh..okay." she moaned at the sensation before she felt the sudden coolness of the air steal over her back. She stepped into the water, wincing slightly at the heat before her body quickly adjusted to the temperature. He held her hips to steady her as she climbed into the waters and sat down to wait for his arrival. 

Once she settled into the water, she closed her eyes at the silky feel of the warm water as it caressed her skin and her senses in the heat and smell of bergamot. A large beautifully decorated pillar candle relaxed and enticed her senses further as the rich, heady aroma of sandalwood allowed her nipples to harden and her pussy to relax.

Jackson watched as she became visibly comforted and aroused at the feel and smells in the immaculately designed bathroom. A large mirror was neatly placed running up a wall next to the marble and tile sink that sat opposite the large marble jacuzzi bathtub. Once she was settled, he climbed into the water and sat down opposite her. It amused him to no end that she was too relaxed to notice his presence in the large tub. 

He took a pair of mint green colored bath gloves, dunked them in the water before rubbing a specialty sandalwood scented bar of soap to create a strong lather while watching her relaxed form. His green eyes gazed lovingly at her pebbled nipples as her tits floated in the warm water. They were barely shrouded from his eyes by the soft bubbles that sauntered around her naked dark chocolate form.

Deciding he'd had enough of the visual torture she unwittingly provided him, he slipped on the bath gloves and picked up a leg next to his own to begin massaging and wash her foot. Another soft moan greeted his ears as he watched her enjoy the massage he gave her. His strong, gloved hands smoothed over her foot, up her calf to gently massage the stress out of her knee. He moved his hands into the water to gently rub down her thick dark brown thighs, inching closer to her pussy. 

Charice watched Jackson massage and washing her leg, anticipating that his gloved hand would lightly brush over her now alert, pulsing pussy. He didn't. Instead he gave her his signature wicked little smile, before pushing back from her to grab the bar of soap again. He stifled a chuckle at her expense when she gave a little "Hmph!" when he didn't touch her where she wanted him to touch her. He knew that he would be able to do that later. Instead, he wanted her calm, relaxed and talking.

Once he lathered up the gloves again, her reached for the other foot to gently massage and wash. She watched him, and figured that this pampering he gave her was his way of apologizing for what he put her through. Her brows furrowed before she cast her eyes down and expressed a slight sigh. 

He knew she was still processing everything he told her. After a while of feeling him massage her calf and knee, he moved his hands under again to massage her other thigh. This time his hand bypassed her still juicy pussy and settled on her stomach. After sitting like that for a moment he brought his hand up to her chin and tilted her face to his. "Talk to me babygirl." came his raspy southern accented voice as he stared deeply into her brown eyes.

Charice bit her lip. His accent only came out when he was super aroused, or concerned. She figured that it was a bit of both, but it still sent a chill down her spine. A bit flustered, she said the first thing on her mind, which was, "If you lied to me about what you do, what else have you lied to me about?" 

So here it is – the make it or break it part of the conversation. Jackson was never one to bullshit, and it ate him up inside having to hide what he did for a living from the one woman whom he knew wouldn't judge him or make him feel like either a fetish or a freak. He searched her eyes for anger, and only saw fear. Fear that he would hurt her heart so deeply again – and that he couldn't or wouldn't ever be able to make it better. 

He released her chin, but kept his gaze fixed upon hers. After a moment of collecting his thoughts, he replied, "Sugar, not telling you what I do for a living was an act of stupid self preservation. I know we discussed prior relationships in the past, but what I didn't tell you was how some of the women who I did open my heart to either kicked me to the curb, and accused me of being a STI factory or a freak. Others went in the opposite direction, going so far as to want me to introduce them to the business & fetishizing our intimate moments. 

"I was scared that you would see me as less than. I know that I should have told you what I did for a living once I knew where your heart was. For the entire time that I've known you, you've never judged people – no matter what their situation was. By the time I realized that you were so much more than any other woman I've ever met, I was already head over heels in love with you."

He pulled back a bit and paused to allow his words to wash over her, like his hands had previously. He continued once he realized that she was still listening to him. "I purchased something for you, to ask you to spend your life with me. Somehow my ex-coworker got a hold of that information and promptly called the Springer show to publicly out me. The day we were on the show was the day I intended to ask for you to be my wife. 

"All I can say is that I messed up royally. I didn't trust you to sort out the truth on your own because I was scared that you'd see me as some sort of monster, rather than as a man you could honestly give your heart to. I'll never do that to you again. I know that my career changes your perception of me..." was all he could say before she halted his words with a finger. 

Jackson sat across from her, utterly perplexed as he wanted to continue to gain her trust and heart and that she stopped him. He felt a sudden sharp pain as his heart lurched, instantly believing the lie of rejection before she had uttered a word to assure or disregard him.

"Jack, stop. It hurts to find out that you didn't trust me with such a big part of you. I'm not gonna lie about that. I can forgive you of that, because I fell in love with you, not this porn star persona that you use to make your living. I think back on all the times that you've showed me your deep and unyielding love for me. These past two days have been the exception, not the rule." she began.

Jackson's face broke into a huge smile as he pulled her into him and wrapped his wet arms around her body, squeezing her tightly. She gently pushed back on his chest, and said, "Wait one moment buster, I'm not through with you yet." Jackson let her go, still smiling because she had accepted him for who he is, rather than the vocation he worked under. 

"Look, we've still got a long way to go. I want to know more about what you do. I know that it's not going to make me comfortable, knowing that you either view or act in pornographic films. However, I want us to work. I don't want a part of you, I want all of you. You've shown me who you are, just feel confident that I'm not running away screaming in terror because what you do to most of the general public is considered a big fat no-no, worthy of condemnation. 

"Honestly, the same who condemn, are the same who watch what you do in the secrecy of their homes. Porn is a big industry not because there are a select few people who watch, but because there are so many who watch and are ashamed of it for whatever reason. It's not fun to know that you're probably getting the best shagging of your life from some random chick, but as long as we do things as safely as possible, then we can continue to explore this relationship.




A Love Worth Fighting For



"However, it will take me a while before I'll consent to marrying you. So if you had ideas of puttin' a ring on it while in The Vegas, you've got another thing coming buster." she finished.

Jackson gave a hearty chuckle before taking her palm and kissing it. "Well," he started, "I'm a bit disappointed in not being able to marry you – but I will. You will have my last name, sweetheart, and you'll have it when you are ready. I can and will wait for you to be my forever. Although, hopefully I've been able to keep you're beautiful self around for at least the next 18 years..." he stated while gently moving towards her.

Charice squinted her eyes in a glare aimed in his direction before realizing that he was closing in on her. "Pregnant? You are trying to get me pregnant? Um, wait! I don't want to have a child out of wedlock! Not something I'm cool with, dangit!" she said heatedly as she backed away from his advancing form. "Shit!" she muttered unsuccessfully under her breath when her back hit the edge of the tub.

"Why not? I think we'd make some beautiful little beige babies, don't you?" he said against her lips.

"Jackson! We can't have kids. Dude! You...oh my God, you came inside me? Between yesterday and today? Oh my God, Jackson! Why did you do that?" she said between his kisses, trying unsuccessfully to pull him off her wet naked body. 

He stopped kissing her long enough to say, "because we love each other and will be together forever, no matter what you think." as he hungrily watched her tits heave from her gaining her breath.

She pushed at him again to look at him for a while before asking, "You mean it, don't you?" 

He paused for a moment and looked at her and replied, "Of course. I told you, you are mine. I am yours. I'll do anything to keep you – that isn't completely criminal, because we both know that we make each other happy. If we have kids, they'll benefit from the love we have for each other. You'll teach our sons how to be patient, kind men, and I'll teach our daughters that a man should be willing to do anything to treasure their love. Angel, we're good for each other – even with this crap that we just went through. Besides, I hear that pregnant sex is super hot."

They stared at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter. "Ok big guy, if I am pregnant, then we'll get married before we greet our child." a part of her warmed at the thought of being able to bring his children into the world. "However, we're gonna have to figure out something with your vocation so that our kid will be able to not become a snarky bastard over the fact that his dad was in porn." she responded.

He smiled gently before replying with, "As long as you're there with me, I promise to honor and treasure the love you give me. Does this mean I can't cum inside you again?" His wet hands rubbed her ample hips, as he looked into her eyes hopeful that she'll change her mind. Unfortunately for him, she shook her head no. 

"Can't blame me for trying. Turn around sexy, let me finished washing you so we can get back to our non-baby making love." he chuckled.

"Ya damn right, jerk." she said as she spun around in the tub and rested her body against his massive form. He slipped on the bath gloves, lathered them and washed/massaged her arms, shoulders, neck, back, and stomach before allowing his hands to gently massage her firm large tits. The feel of the slippery soap and the roughness of the bath gloves had her moaning in moments. Feather light kisses were planted on her neck as she reveled in his attention. 

"Hmmm. Baby, let me rinse so I can take care of you." she murmured. He released her and watched as water caressed her dark skin, leaving droplets on her enticing form. She slipped the bath gloves off his hands and lathered them with the same soap. She started with washing and massaging his body, starting with his feet, calves, knees and thighs. She soaped up his torso, watching his eyes and knowing that his erection was straining to peak out of the water. 

"Turn around, sweetie." she instructed. He smiled at her and rinsed off with the water. Then he turned around so she could get his back. She lathered and soaped his back, and neck, making sure to massage the kinks out of his shoulders. He groaned at her touch, and it turned her on more. Once he rinsed the soap off his back & neck, he turned around an produced a small bottle of feminine wash that she hadn't noticed earlier. 

He came close to her and said, "Stand up sweetheart. I need to clean everywhere on your sexy little body." With a smile she stood, and he placed a small dollop of the soap into his wet palms. Once he created a nice lather, he instructed her to spread her legs, and proceeded to wash her pussy and ass with the slightly scented hypoallergenic wash. He felt her wetness, and was tempted to slip a soapy finger inside her to help her achieve release, but realized a much better way of achieving the same goal. He cupped his hands in the water and rinsed all the soap from her soft folds, enjoying the feel of her mostly shaved pussy against his hand. 

"Turn around and put your hands on the wall." he instructed to her. She carefully did as he told her to do, and waited for him to make the next move. He placed another small dollop of the soap in his hands and lathered up his cock, balls and ass. Once his ass was clean, he moved forward and slid his tongue across her asshole. 

"Fuck!" she screamed from the sudden contact. One hand held onto her hips, keeping them positioned for his sensual assault on her ass as he licked and sucked on her ass cheeks before diving in and pleasuring her asshole again with strong licks. His other hand fervently jacked his hard soapy length. 

His tongue slid into her asshole, just as the hand holding onto her hip slid forward to rub her clit. Charice's legs trembled and her juices leaked out of her just as his shot out of him. Jackson pulled back from the cleft of her ass cheeks and kissed them, murmuring, "So sweet."

After washing the soap off his privates, he pulled the drain for the tub and stood up, placing his feet on the plush bathmat and grabbing a towel to wrap her body in. She stepped carefully onto the bathmat next to him as he wrapped her up and dried her off. Once she was dry, she grabbed a towel for him and dried him off. Once she finished drying his legs, she knelt down and took a long lick of his cock. A surprised gasp came from his lips as he watched her. 

Charice smiled up at him, and watched his face as she gently took his cock in one hand and slowly licked him from under his balls to the tip of his dick. His hands stroked her soft hair to encourage her to keep going. She swiped her tongue over his head and tasted the sweet cum that dripped from the tip of his dick. Allowing the taste of him to coat her tongue, she slowly took him into her hot mouth. 

Jackson had to think of everything possible to not blow his load in her mouth prematurely. She didn't take his entire cock into her mouth as she stroked and sucked on him, but the action of her, his woman, loving on him was far sexier than any porn star could ever emulate on a camera. He slowly rocked his hips in time with her taking his cock in her mouth. Every so often she would pull him out of her mouth to lick and gently suck on his balls. 

He was in heaven, feeling her suck and lick his erection, and enjoying the taste of him with a genuine smile on her face. When she began to suck and stroke him faster, he knew he was moments away from cumming. He tried to gently push her away from him, but she moved faster, then slid a finger to his perineum and gently but firmly massaged his prostate through the sensitive portion of skin. 

Jackson screamed as his orgasm hit him in a fury of pants as his balls tightened and emptied into her warm mouth. He watched as she blinked for a moment before swallowing his seed and gently licking his cock to gather the remnants of his seed to enjoy. His legs felt weak after such a strong orgasm. He stumbled a little before she stood up to grab his arms to steady him and lead him into the bedroom.

Before they were able to reach the bed, Jackson took Charice's waist into his arms and kissed her deeply, tasting his cum on her tongue. He sucked her lower lip, making her whimper at the sensation and causing her pussy to dampen further. The back of her knees hit the bed and he gently guided her onto her back at the edge of the bed. 

He slowly licked a hot trail from her lips down to her nipples. He balanced himself over her body and quickly snatched a nipple between his teeth, biting lightly. Before she could finish moaning her delight, he slid a finger over her moist slit, taking time to gently rub her pussy. 

He tenderly licked and sucked on her nipples, alternating between the two when she began squirming from attention paid to a particular peak. Sweat began to glisten on her glowing brown skin, and the scent of her arousal called to his primal being in the worst way. 

When her moans grew louder, he slipped two fingers into her tight wet pussy and fucked her hard with them, alternating kisses, licks and gentle sucking on her nipples. By this time they stood out prominently on her breasts and looked hard enough to cut glass with. Her legs shook and she screamed her orgasm out into the still air of the hotel room. 

He continued gently sucking and licking her nipples, while lining up his streaming cock at her entrance. As she continued to convulse on his fingers, he slipped his hard cock into her spasming body. He paused in his loving attention of her nipples to suck her juices off his fingers before kissing her deeply. He slowly ground his long thick cock into her body, causing her to continue to buck and tremble as she felt another massive orgasm looming on the horizon.

He pulled his face back to watch hers as her ecstasy overwhelmed her. He rotated his hips a bit and continued to slowly grind himself in and out of his woman. Knowing that she was too weak to do anything besides lay there and take the skillful fucking he gave her, he pulled her legs up into the crook of his elbows and gently pounded into her unobstructed pussy. 

He bent his head down into her ear and whispered, "Tell me who makes this pussy feel good."

Charice's breath hitched before she issued a breathy "You." 

He licked her ear to reward her for her answer, causing another wave of erratic clenching of her body. "That's it, sweetheart." he encouraged, "Cum all over this cock." 

Her voice, now almost hoarse from all the screaming orgasms, only whimpered as her arms wrapped around his neck. "Cum for me baby. Cum all over your cock. It's all your dick. Always will be. Cum all over your dick babygirl. Oooh your pussy feels so tight and wet – so good. You feel so good babygirl." he continued to encourage her. 

If there was one single thing that caused Charice to lose her mind, it was having her partner talk dirty to her. Her hips flexed as her pussy spasmed. She threw her head back and a deep groan came from her throat before her body went limp. Jackson felt her body go rigid before becoming dead weight, and watched the bliss written across her lovely features. The knowledge of making her pass out from such an intense orgasm caused him to nut inside her with a simple, "Shit!" uttered into the depths of her soft kinky/coily hair.

He waited until his breathing stopped being so erratic to slowly pull out and off her naked body. He kneeled down on the floor, taking in the sight of his seed and her arousal slowly seeping out in pearly white drops from her pussy. He brought his face up to her well fucked pussy and took a deep whiff, appreciating the smell of their sex coming from her body. He licked the creamy delight from her pussy, before sticking his index finger inside her to bring out more of his cum from her creamy hole. He continued fingering and eating her until there was no longer any of the treat issuing from her body. He gently kissed her lips and picked up her sleeping form. 

Squatting down he pulled the sheet covers back and gently laid her down before climbing in to spoon her body. He knew she would be pissed about him cumming inside her again, but he was hell bent on a mission to keep his woman by any means necessary. Contentedly, he wrapped his arm around her waist and snuggled in close to her sleeping form, before succumbing to restful slumber himself.

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5 years later....



"Chari? Where is Charlie?" called Jackson into the intercom from the basement of their Georgian style home. After a moment the intercom crackled, "I just put him down for his nap. What's up?"

"Ok. I just wanted to make sure he was away. I'll be busy editing for the next few hours. So I don't want him walking in on anything too crazy." was his response into the intercom.

"Oh, ok. Do you want to take your lunch down there?" she asked after a moment. 

A small smile played on Jackson's plump lips. "Of course! Do you have time?"

He heard a giggle into the intercom before she said, "Yeah, silly! I wouldn't have asked you that if I didn't have the time."

"You want me to come up or what?" he asked, slowly stroking the erection that tented in his khaki pants.

"Umm, no. We don't want a repeat of last time." she said quickly. "I'll be down in about 5 – let me get the sandwich and soup ready."

"Ok. See ya in a bit." he said before strolling off to his desk to finish editing his latest film – Black Chicks, White Dick, 23.

Jackson thought back through the last five years he spent with his wife, and mother of his four year old son, Charles David. Charice was pissed that he came inside her, even after she told him not to. She almost stopped talking to him, but he had a way to fix her incommunicative ways. He begged, pleaded, and fucked her incoherent and reminded her that since she wasn't on the pill, and they had had unprotected sex twice before, that she was probably already pregnant and could just continue fucking him without the need for protection.

Jackson's career was already beginning the trajectory from being a porn star to being a porn director/producer. With his talent, he was able to procure his own studio at home, and did shooting for many of the top paid and free sites that focused on interracial couples. Being the director and producer came with much more responsibility, but much greater rewards. He was able to focus on the family he began with his wife Charice, while she kept watch over the business part and balanced that with being a full time stay-at-home mom. 

They were able to build a very comfortable nest egg for themselves and secure a future for their son. After that long week since the Springer show, Jackson worked hard to keep his wife involved with every aspect of his life. He let her know when he was on set, when he would see her, and attended parties with him – although neither would participate in the many various activities that took place. 

True enough, Charice and Jackson did conceive Charlie during the time immediately after the show. She found out once she missed her period two weeks after the show taped and confirmed it with a visit to her OB/GYN. She was a glowing, heavily pregnant bride wearing a black Vera Wang wedding gown to their April beach wedding set on St. Croix. 

Their friends and family attended, laughing and crying at the story the two told of how they came to be on that island, on that day, realizing that they wanted to spend the rest of their lives together. Just the thought of his wife on their wedding day still sent chills up his spine. He always loved her unfussy beauty, but he couldn't wait to get his hands on her to have some more of that awesome pregnant sex. 

Speaking of which...

The object of his desire, and love of his life walked in the room wearing a white thin strapped camisole with no bra to hold her heavy tits, a pair of light blue jeans that hugged her thick hips (and made his mouth water) and a pair of plain brown birkenstock sandals that allowed her flame orange painted toes to stick out. In her hands she held a tray that contained a bowl of steaming vegetable soup, and a plate with a turkey on rye sandwich with avocado, cranberry relish/mayo and fresh from the garden arugula and a sliced roma tomato. He stood and took the trayout of her hands to place on the side table of his custom made mahogany wood L shaped desk. 

Once the food was settled he turned back around to see that she had already taken the cami off her body, revealing her naked tits. He walked over to her and sunk to his knees to unbutton her belt and jeans as she kicked off her sandals. His hands anchored on her hips, as the rough denim material fell to the ground. She wasn't the same size 10 as when he first met her, but now at a healthy size 12/14, she looked even more stunning and slightly rubenesque in appearance because of her fuller tummy and tits.

His fingers hooked into her thong, bringing it down slowly. He breathed in the scent of her aroused pussy before swiping his hot tongue out to make contact with her mound. He grinned wickedly as he heard her moan, and looked up to see his favorite drink bead on her nipples.

She stepped out of her clothing on the floor, and he guided her into his leather chair, gently placing her legs on each of the chair's armrests. He stroked his aching cock slowly as he watched her cunt drool with her arousal, and the beads of her milk drop onto her stomach. Not being one to stall, he leaned in and ate her pussy, the start of his lunchtime meal. He enjoyed the taste of her body and since they were in their basement, she could feel free to be as vocal in her expressions of love as she wanted to be without fear that their son would make a guest appearance.

Once he brought her to a mind shattering orgasm with his lips, tongue, and teeth, he sat back on his haunches before standing up. He grabbed the sandwich, munching hungrily on the meal and reveling in the smell of his wife's sweet pussy still on his lips. While he was busy eating the sandwich, Charice busily took out his hardened cock and stroked it before swallowing his entire 9" length in one stroke, causing a deep moan to come from him around the sandwich he enjoyed. 

Once he finished the second part of his meal, he was ready to get something to drink. Charice worked on him some more, before he gently pulled her head back and sat her on his desk. She instantly opened her legs for him and arched her back. He stood between his wife's naked brown body and slowly guided his hard cock into her with a gentle moan. He arched his back and furiously fucked her pussy, while bending down to lick and suck the milk out of her hardened tits. Her orgasms hit her hard, as he continued to drink from her fountain and fuck her incoherent. 

His hips moved erratically as he stilled and came inside her warm pulsing body. She gently nudged him off her nipples once she felt their cum ooze out of her pussy. He bent down to clean up the salty, sweet treat from her body before sharing a kiss with her and rubbing her back. "Hmm, angel. You sure do know how to make one hell of a lunch." he moaned into her ear before laying a gentle kiss. She giggled and smiled up into her handsome husband's face. 

"Well, you sure do know how to show your appreciation for such a fine meal." she responded. He smiled while pulling her up and quickly slapping her gorgeous ass, growling as it shook for a moment. He laid another kiss to her temple before she moved back over to her clothes. 

"Baby?" he asked.

"Yeah, sweets?" she responded while bending down to put on her panties and jeans. Momentarily distracted, he took a moment to watch her bent ass, while seriously contemplating whether or not he should take her again. He shook his head to clear his thoughts, before answering her.