by Knox, Abby
“Fucking torture. Fucking prom dress. Fucking flirty purple dress. Fucking masturbating in the pool right goddamn in front of me. Why the fuck did you think I was so damn mad all year…”
Her body writhes against me. She kisses me so hard her tongue nearly goes down my throat.
She’s breathless when she speaks. “I love it when you’re mad. Show me how mad you are at me.”
Her words send me over the edge and I fucking nail her. Her hips roll into me like a champ. Is there anything this woman cannot do right when she puts her mind to it?
“Hold on tight, sweetheart, it’s gonna get rough.”
“Oh god, please.”
The pace of my thrusts ramps up until her words all bleed together. Her moans are drowned out by the animalistic grunts spilling out of me. I have no idea where these sounds are coming from. She has unleashed the beast and the beast is going berserk on her sweet virgin pussy.
It’s so wet, so tight, so sweet, her mouth so soft and tender, there’s no other one for me.
My balls tighten. I’m going over the cliff.
She squeezes me harder with her athletic thighs. “Don’t pull out, Weston.”
“Woman, you ain’t a parking lot. No way I’m pulling out.”
And I’m jetting inside her. Filling her with my cum.
My cock has wanted this all year; it’s coming and coming with a pulsing release. Her pussy matches me with every pulse, clamping down to suck in every last drop of my juice.
“I love you, Adelaide. I love you so much. You’re mine, you’ve always been mine.”
She hugs my neck and breathes into my shoulder and it warms me through the material of my shirt. “I’ve felt it from the beginning. I have loved you since I was fourteen years old, Weston Ford, and I’ll never stop.”
34
Adelaide
He rumbles, spent against my chest, his massive cock still lodged inside me. “I’m taking you home.”
“What? After that? I don’t want to—”
“My home.”
“Oh. Well, I don’t think I can walk.”
“I’m offended you don’t automatically assume that I won’t do this.” Weston scoops me into his arms after putting away his cock and zipping up, somehow while still holding me astride his hips.
My pussy feels the empty space where he was inside me and it’s not happy.
I let out a whoop of surprise when I find my legs in the air, his arms cradling me under my legs and my lower back.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart.”
Just like on prom night when he thought I was injured, he carries me out of the building and across the parking lot to his truck.
I want to say I can’t believe it, that I’m finally Weston’s girl.
But I can.
I totally can.
At the beginning of the swim season, Weston told us swimmers to visualize what we wanted, so I did. My entire senior year has been like this in my head. I pictured him taking me up against the wall. I pictured him scooping me up in his arms and carrying me to his truck.
My parents are standing outside, glancing around to find me in the crowd of celebrating families and graduates. Everyone is taking selfies, but then a few people turn to look our way when they see us exit out the backstage door.
My mom and dad turn and spot me. Dad looks like he’s going to come after us but he halts with one touch to the arm from my mom.
“I’ll be back tonight for the graduation party!” I call to them.
* * *
Weston smooths a hand up the inside of my calf, up the inside of my thigh.
My dress, cap and gown are tossed aside.
He’s pulled down the lace of my bra to suckle my breasts, and I help him by reaching back to unfasten the hooks. It pops off me; Weston’s hands cup my breasts and he stares at them in awe.
He’s going so slow right now, I might faint.
Soon enough, his hands press my thighs apart.
It’s only been minutes since he was devastating my pussy against the wall of the auditorium, but now my lady bits are quivering for it. For him.
His fingers swipe teasingly over my pussy lips, combing through the small patch of short curls.
I gasp at the sensation of his fingers there. Every nerve ending in my body reacts, causing goose flesh to appear.
“You’re so beautiful, Adelaide,” he whispers, his fingers tickling my curls. He runs the back of his knuckles over my slit and he curses. “Shit, do you realize how wet you are right now?”
I let out a moan.
I feel his thumbs on either side of my slit. He spreads me open and slowly, tortuously, runs his tongue from my entrance all the way up to the small, desperately hard nub.
“I’m so looking forward to getting you off, baby. I’ve been looking forward to tasting you on my tongue, swallowing all your juice, and then filling you up with my cum.”
I feel my body blush at his words. “I doubt you have any left after the way you fucked me in the middle of graduation,” I say, reveling in the sensations of his mouth, lips and tongue tasting, devouring, suctioning and nipping away at every inch of my pussy. “Oh my god, Weston. Am I in heaven?”
35
Weston
She tastes the way she smells—juicy and sweet. The more I drink her in, the more she drips for me.
I murmur against her skin between mouthfuls. “Of course I have more where that came from. D0 you know how many times a day I jerked off to thoughts of you?”
Her voice is ragged. “Oh…wow…” Her hips arch up toward me, like she can’t get enough of my mouth against her pussy. Like the friction is just not enough. I understand that need.
I pull away briefly. “Ask me.”
“Uhm. What? I don’t remember the question.”
I can’t help but feel a little proud of myself that I’ve made her head so cloudy. “Ask me how many times a day I jerked it to you.”
“How many times?”
“Three times every damn day.”
“All year?”
I don’t answer her right away but instead suction my lips around her clit. The small nub feels good and tastes like heaven. I let it pop out, causing her to squirm and cry underneath me.
“All year. From the moment I saw you. I’ve been obsessed with you. Now tell me, princess, how many times did you rub one out in my pool?”
She gasps. “Never!”
I sit up on my haunches and look her dead in the face. “That’s a lie and we both know it. Were there more times besides that time in practice in front of everyone?”
“Weston! Please!”
“I’m not going to finish you off until you admit you were touching yourself in the pool while I was yelling at everyone.”
“Fine! Fine, I admit it!”
I smile wickedly while I proceed with the business at hand, my lips returning their attention to her swollen clit. I make her moan and writhe and drip with every bit of pressure. Every nibble elicits a juicy noise from my wanton woman’s throat.
“God, fucking you every night for the rest of my life is gonna be so amazing.”
Her thighs tremble. She’s getting close. “You knew I had to touch myself. I couldn’t take it anymore. Oh! Oh my god!”
She shouts and gasps as I slide one finger into her channel while I continue to gently suckle her clit. I curl my finger and hit her spot on her inner wall, while ravaging her folds and her clit with my tongue and lips, sucking, gently biting. She sucks in her breath, bucks her hips hard against my face, and screams out her orgasm. Her pulsing walls clamp down around my finger, as her juices squirt and her back arches. My free hand slaps the meaty part of her tight bottom.
She yips in pleasure, and her hands reach for my face. “I want to see you. I want you to see what you’ve done to me.”
How can I say no? I scoot up to come face to face with my Adelaide. Her face is flushed, and her eyes are glazed over. I gently touch my lips to hers, letting her taste her
self. She accepts the kiss and then looks in my eyes with so much pure, unfettered love.
“Sweetheart. My sweet girl.”
She cups my face and deepens the kiss, wrapping her legs around me, nestling me close to her.
She pulls back with a smile. “It feels like you’re ready to go again.”
“I’ll always be ready to go—any time, any day.”
I lift her hips toward me and slide my cock inside her. She’s still so tight and wet, it’s just like the first time. She fits me perfectly.
Unlike last time when I fucked her against the wall, this time I take my time, thrusting with long deep strokes, while running my palms over her ass, her legs, her torso, up to her round, full breasts. I suck her taut nipple into my mouth and I’m pleased to find it’s sensitive enough that her thighs and her pussy respond when I do this. I lavish the other nipple with the same attention as I memorize her graceful curves, the unbelievably soft skin against my hands. I nuzzle my lips, tongue and face against her breasts.
Her small moans, gasps, and throaty squeaks grip my heart.
“You’re mine—do you understand? All mine. Nobody else is allowed to touch you, not ever. You belong to me and only me.”
“It’s all I’ve ever wanted, Weston. I was built to be yours.”
I give one sudden hard thrust and her brows knit together while a smile creeps over her lips, now swollen from kissing.
“Just one more thing I need from you,” I growl.
“Mhmm,” she responds, her eyes closed, lost in pleasure.
“I want you off the pill.”
Her eyes fly open but she doesn’t stop meeting my thrusts, nor does she look offended.
“I love you and I want to put babies in you immediately. I want a lifetime of babies and grandbabies and great-grandbabies with you.”
She bites her lip and tears well in her eyes. “I want that too. I want all of that. Give me all of your little swimmers, coach, I’m ready when you are.”
With that, I rub the pad of my thumb in circles around her clit until she shatters around me. I come as well, rocketing even more of my seed into her than last time. She cries out, while I grit my teeth and roar with every pulsing release. There’s so much of it, I don’t care what kind of birth control she's on.
My swimmers are just like me: fucking champions.
36
Addie
After a mind-blowing afternoon spent in Weston’s bed, I definitely cannot walk.
My Weston takes me to the shower and tenderly cleans me up under a hot spray, still managing to lavish my body with attention even though I can barely take any more. He helps me get dressed and is ready to carry me to his truck but I insist on walking.
“I am going to have to get used to having the strength taken out of me. I can’t go around helpless for the rest of my life.”
“Yes, you can,” he says. “I’ll carry you after I make you go limp for the rest of my life, sweet girl.”
I sigh happily all the way back to my parents’ house—just this morning it was my house—while holding his hand. We take turns kissing each other’s hands all the way there like a couple of nerds. And it’s so damn sweet I don’t have time to notice my nerves until we pull up in front of the house, my graduation party in full swing.
Weston anticipates my anxiety and squeezes my hand.
“Everything is going to be OK. Even if your dad beats the shit out of me, it’s going to be OK. Say it.”
I take a deep breath and repeat what he says, secretly praying Dad doesn’t actually take a swing at Weston.
He hops out and dashes over to help me out of the passenger side.
If I was nervous a second ago, it dissipates when his hands grip my waist to help me hop down. It’s a small gesture but it feels so natural and so correct. I have nothing to worry about because we are the perfect fit.
As we approach the house, all eyes are on us and my stomach does a somersault. It does a backflip when my dad emerges from the back door, a Coors Light in his hand.
He’s pissed.
Mom’s eyes are darting between me and Weston and Dad, wondering what’s going to happen next.
“Sir,” Weston starts.
Someone has turned down the music by the pool because, of course, everyone wants to hear this.
“No, I talk first,” Dad says.
I swallow hard and look at Mom. She shrugs like she hasn’t been able to suss out Dad’s feelings all day.
“My baby girl has had a crush on you since the beginning of the school year. Maybe longer. If I ever hear of you breaking her heart or standing in the way of what she wants to do with her life, I will hunt you down and I will end you. End. You. Do you understand?”
I look at Weston, and he is resolute. His brows knit together.
“Sir, I’m marrying Adelaide. I’ve been looking for her my whole life, without even realizing who or what I was looking for. And I would argue that she’s not a baby girl. She’s a grown woman with choices. She has her whole life ahead of her—her choices are limitless—and any person who would stand in the way of that is a fool. And by that I mean, anyone who would stand in the way of her career, her education”—Weston pauses—“or her relationship.”
The two men I love most stare each other down for a few moments, but neither of them breaks. Finally, Weston puts his hand out. Dad looks at it, looks at Weston, and takes it.
I need not worry about everyone gaping at us for the rest of the night. Moments later, Hunter shows up with her new beau, and their story is the real head turner of the party. Thank god for my best friend, who knows how to create a diversion whether she means to or not.
She introduces me to him, even though I know who he is. I try not to giggle, but I’m so surprised and overwhelmed.
“Come on, let’s have some cake,” I say to them.
After giving a short speech to thank everyone for coming, I cut up the cake and serve it. Half carrot cake with cream cheese frosting—my favorite—and half lemon with lemon curd and buttercream.
I have a huge piece of both as Weston murmurs in my ear, “Eat up, buttercup. You’ll be eating for two soon.”
I laugh and nearly choke on the icing. “Too soon. It’s going to take a couple of months at least for my hormones to get straightened out.”
He laughs and inhales my hair, bending down to kiss my neck.
“We’ll see about that.”
Epilogue
Weston
Well, I wasn’t precisely correct about the timing, because it did take a couple of months to get pregnant. But by the time I move her into my house and take her to her first class at the university, she’s already battling morning sickness.
Even having thrown up her breakfast, my angel—my wife—is still as stunning as ever. So stunning that I can see other dudes on campus checking her out as we walk to her classes.
One guy walks over and hands her a flier for a party at his fraternity.
“Nice! Thanks!” she says.
Like hell. I snatch it from her and shove it in the nearest recycling bin.
“What was that all about?”
I hold the door open for her. “He was hitting on you.”
“No, he wasn’t, he was inviting me to a party. He was being nice!”
“Trust me, I know these guys. And besides, you can’t drink in your condition.”
She rolls her eyes at me but I can’t help it. She’s mine and I trust her completely, but it’s other dudes—especially fraternity dudes—who I don’t trust.
Later that night when we’re lying in bed, she reminisces about our wedding. The guest list was small, but Hunter served as our maid of honor, and I’m so happy the two of them made amends after prom.
Our wedding was held at Hunter’s boyfriend’s estate on the lake and turned out more extravagant than either of us expected. The man had insisted on letting his household staff plan the wedding.
We got married under a huge white tent, with white flower
s and curly willow everywhere, and all the chairs were covered in huge silk bows. The lake had been filled with floating lanterns. The entire swim team was there, even if Ridley was looking a bit salty and wore a white dress. She tried, but she paled in comparison to my bride, who looked like a goddess. And it wasn’t just her dress. She glowed with love for me.
“Hmm. I still can’t believe he found someone to make mini bacon-wrapped corn dogs. I would kill for one right now,” she murmurs while she strokes my hair.
I shake my head. “No corn dogs for you. No cured meats at all—remember what the doctor said?”
She slaps my chest and giggles. “Nothing gets by you, does it?”
“See? You do need me to take care of you at college. You’d be eating soft cheese and deli meat every day if it weren’t for me.”
I hear her belly growling as she says, “Oh man, I bet the guys at Beta Psi have soft cheese and deli meat. Maybe I’ll go over there. And beer, and sushi…”
I roll on top of her to plant a kiss on her mouth.
“I got something for you.”
I pop into the kitchen and take the plate I’ve been keeping warm in the oven ever since she came home from classes.
She pouts. “But you said I can’t have hot dogs.”
“It’s a faux hot dog, made with vegetable protein, wrapped in soy bacon.”
She smiles bravely and sits up, taking the plate.
“You’ve been craving hot dogs since the second you got pregnant, so I thought this might be the next best thing.”
She picks it up, sniffs it, then sets the plate down on the side table.
The next thing I know, she’s shoving me on my back, and what can I say? I have to let her. She straddles my legs and runs one hand up my thigh to warm the bulge in my jeans.
“You misunderstand me. Did you know that it was exactly one year ago today that we had our first swim practice together?”
I’m having a hard time concentrating with her hand slowly rubbing over the hard length of my dick.
