by Moore, M. K.
“Is all this cream for me, babe?” His voice is thick and demanding. I nod. He shakes his head.
“Oh no, Oakley. I want your words,” he says taking his fingers away from my core. I whimper.
“It's all for you,” I finally manage to say.
“Very good,” he says dropping to his knees before me. He is still shirtless, and I remember how upset that I was that the other girls saw him like that, but he didn't even notice them. Putting his arms around my waist he pulls me impossibly closer to him so that my pussy is level with his handsome bearded face. He buries his face in my covered pussy. I both hear and feel inhale deeply. He growls and I feel my legs start to give out, but he's got me.
“This pussy is mine, Oakley. All fucking mine. Don't even think of sharing it with another man.” I yelp when his fingers suddenly grip my hips punishingly. It feels fucking amazing.
I grip my fingers into his hair harshly and yank his head up, his brown eyes meeting my green ones.
“What other men? There's no one but you,” I say honestly leaning down to kiss him. He eats at my mouth. He grips my hips again and rips his lips from mine. His hands move to the snaps at my crotch and pull them apart. My dripping wet pussy is exposed to the cool air and I shiver. He licks my already puffy clit and gently traces my lower lips with his tongue. Then he probes my opening with his tongue and his index finger. He withdraws it and sucks it into his mouth, then uses it to trace over my asshole, his tongue flicking on my clit mercilessly and I lose my fucking mind. My legs shake with the power of my orgasm.
When he looks up at me, I see my release glistening all over his face. Fuck, that is hot as hell. He stands and kisses me. Tasting myself on his lips, I all but climb him. My hands finish their task of opening his belt and slacks letting them fall to the floor. He kicks them and his shiny Italian shoes aside and I pull my body suit off and toss it. His hard cock is rigid behind his black boxer briefs. Reaching inside, I pull his cock out, pumping it a few times.
Dropping to my knees, I kiss the head of his cock, licking it. I hook my fingers in the briefs and pull them down over his ass to his knees. Grabbing two fistfuls of his ass, I pull his fat cock into my mouth. He groans, his hands fisting in my hair. I look up at him. His head is tossed back, his eyes closed. I suck him harder and harder until his balls tighten up. Pulling back, sticking my tongue out for him, I stroke his cock tightly within my fist until he explodes on my face and chest and in my mouth.
“God damn babe, that was incredible,” he says panting. I smile and swallow what is in my mouth. He tastes amazing, like salt and all man. I use my fingers and scoop what's on my cheek up and lick my fingers clean. I use my other hand and rub what's on my chest into my skin. “You are going to kill me,” he says groaning. I smile.
“Definitely not my intention,” I murmur.
For some reason, I love that he can't or won't hold back with me. I stroke his cock hard again still on my knees in front of him. He grabs my hand and lifts me off the floor, tossing me on my back on the sofa. He moves over me, lifting both of my legs into the air and slams balls deep inside of me without warning. I scream his name.
“I love you, I love you, I love you. Love you,” I mumble over and over while he destroys my pussy. After what seems like forever, he shouts my name and we go over the edge together. His sticky cum coating my insides. God, he's gonna knock me up at this rate and I realize how much I want that. Shit, I better get my stage five clinger status under control and fast. I didn't even know if I could do that. When we are both able to breathe again, with his cock still deep in my pussy, he collapses on top of me, pressing me further into the couch.
“I love you too,” he finally says.
I didn't even realize I said that out loud and I can't bring myself to care.
Oops.
Seven
Luke
Now that it's out there in the universe, I want to bind her to me in every way imaginable. My dick has a mind of its own as I harden inside of her again.
“Again?” she moans as I pull her hard nipple into my mouth.
“Again, and again. I'll never tire of you, Oakley,” I say flexing my hips, slowly making love to her. Owning her. Suddenly, my only desire is to breed her, see her round with my child. Leaning up on my elbows, I look into her eyes, which are swimming with unshed tears.
“Promise?”
“Promise. Don't cry, babe. I got you,” I say, never meaning something more than I do right now.
I fuck her until we pass out. I fill her with so much seed there's no way in hell I didn't get her pregnant. When I wake up, I'm still on top of her. I check my watch and see that it has only been about an hour. She sleeps peacefully under me.
I'm feeling things I've never felt in all my thirty-two years. For the first time in my life, I'm in love and don't give a fuck how fast or how crazy it is. This girl is mine.
After a few more minutes, my stomach grumbles. I can't remember if I've eaten today or not.
“Come to dinner with me?” I ask.
“Yeah, okay. I could eat,” she says laughing.
We dress, sharing glances with each other. I'm surprised by the amount of ease I feel with her and she feels with me.
“You look beautiful,” I say pulling her into my arms. She is wearing ripped jeans, a t-shirt, and vintage Airwalks. I don't think I've seen those since junior high.
“Thank you. Where do you want to eat? I can change. You look so fancy,” she says laughing.
“No, you. Look great, we can go casual. Do you like Indian food?”
“I don't know. I've never had it.”
“You are in for a real treat then.”
After dinner, she decides she should go home since she hasn’t been home since Friday morning.
I hate that she left me. All I wanted to do was tie her to me and not let her go, but what could I do. It’s still early, so I could go get a drink at Nick’s, but suddenly I have no desire to do anything without her.
The snow is light as I make my home. I know that I want this girl more than anything and I have to her by my side.
Once home, I take a quick shower though I don’t want to wash her off of me. I throw some sweats on and sit down to watch some SportsCenter. After thirty minutes of not concentrating, I spring into action. I don’t want to be away from her for a minute longer. I try calling her, but she doesn’t answer. Again, I wonder if she thinks of me.
Every single time I close my eyes, I see her. Her long brown hair, her thick hips, thighs, and ass. Don't get me started on those mouthwatering tits. Her creamy skin dotted with freckles. I could spend the rest of my life memorizing those and die a happy man.
Fuck this. I'm all in.
Since I don't have her address, I decide to call my best friend. Milo Russo is a decorated cop out in Queens. He answers on the first ring.
“What's up, Luke. It's been a while-”
“So, I need your help, man,” I say cutting him off. I'm suddenly in a hurry.
“How can I help?” he asks all business.
“I need an address, but all I have is her name.”
“Whoa. Must be serious. You've never asked me to abuse my power before.”
“You're right. Forget it, man,” I say slightly chagrined. I mean I want the information and I don't give a fuck how I get it.
“I didn't say I wouldn't do it. You don't plan on murdering her do you?” he asks laughing.
“No. I have something else in mind entirely,” I say pulling out my great-grandmother's engagement ring.
“Alright. Gimme a sec to login to the system.” I hear some keys on a keyboard and a little jingle. “Name?”
“Oakley Riley,” I say pulling on my boots.
“She doesn't seem like your type. Let me make sure this is the right person. Middle name Annie, 5'5, 275, occupation model?”
“That's her,” I say, grinning. That was easier than I thought.
“Like I said, not your type. She's a little big for
you.” I see red. No one talks shit about my girl.
“Watch it, Milo. I'm gonna marry that girl.”
“Never thought I'd see the day,” he says chuckling.
“Are you going to give me her address?” I ask impatiently.
“Calm down, Luke. Of course, I am. It's 850 Park Ave, apartment 2C.”
“Thanks, man,” I barely say before hanging up on him. I grab my coat and lock up behind me.
When I walk down to the street level, it's pretty much whiteout conditions, but I'm lucky enough to catch a cab. It takes forever in these conditions, but it's worth it.
Oakley is not only beautiful but she's sweet and caring as well. I'll be the first and only man she ever knows and that makes me feel like a fucking caveman.
She's everything I'm not. She's the total package.
I'm going to claim her and make her my wife.
Mother nature is no match for the determination I feel right now.
Eight
Oakley
For some reason, I thought I needed to go home and now I regret that decision immensely. I hated the look on his face when I left, but I hadn't wanted to seem crazy. It was flurrying when I left his apartment, but now it's a full-blown blizzard. I think about how amazing it would be to be cuddling with him in front of his huge fireplace right now. Cuddling? Yeah right. My pussy hurts so good, I can still feel him with every step I take and every time I sit down. I feel random flutters in my belly when I think of him inside of me.
I take a hot shower, throw on some old sweats and my Ed Sheeran concert tee and sit in my living room watching TV long after my parents have gone to bed. We are originally from Florida and we couldn't stay in hotels indefinitely. I used my first big payday, about twenty-five thousand dollars, from a small movie role, to put a down payment on this apartment.
My dad, George, spends time here and in Florida for his job. My sister, Deirdre and my mom, Olive, live here with me full time. Suddenly, there's a knock on my apartment door. Normally, I have to ring someone into the building, but when the weather is shitty, the doorman goes home and I get that, but I'm a little freaked out since it's one-thirteen in the morning.
Like an idiot, I tiptoe over to the door and peer into the peephole. I throw the door open and jump into Luke's arms.
“How did you find me?” I ask after kissing him soundly.
“My best friend, Milo, is a police officer out in Queens,” he says shrugging.
“That was a gross violation of my trust,” I say smirking.
“I'm not apologizing for using what resources I had available to me. As it was, it took me four hours to get to you.” I roll my eyes. He's so sexy. I'm not sure how I got so lucky.
“Come in, get warm,” I say grabbing the puffy sleeve of his coat and drag him inside, shutting and locking the door behind him. I kiss him until my knees go weak and he turns me until my back is against the door. His hard cock digs into my belly as he presses into me. I can't get close enough to him. He continues to kiss me until I hear someone clear their throat behind Luke.
When he turns around and I peer around his broad shoulders only to find my sister is standing in the hallway like a deer in the headlights. She has her pajamas on, and her hair is standing on ends.
“Hello. Deedee, right?” My sister nods like a loon. “I’m Luke.” He moves towards her, hand extended.
“Hi, Luke.” They shake hands.
“This is the man I told you about earlier,” I say to Deedee. Ever since my best friend, Victoria, moved to Alabama about five years ago, and her subsequent legal troubles, I've had no true friends in the city until Dee moved in with me full time. I tell my sister everything. I watch as her eyes widen.
“Holy shit. I thought you were exaggerating.”
“Language, Deedee,” I say laughing. “You know I'm honest to a fault.”
“Of course, Oaks. I-um just needed a drink. I'll just grab one and let you get back to whatever you were doing,” she says sweeping her hand in outward gesture. “Sorry for interrupting.”
“No worries, Deedee. Have a good night,” Luke says cordially. I watch in silence as Deedee grabs a bottle of water from the refrigerator and heads back down the hallway. As soon as the soft click of her door closing hits my ears, he's back on me.
“Where's your room, gorgeous?” he asks.
“Third door on the right,” I say breathlessly. He backs me down the hallway, all the while kissing me and squeezing my ass. God, his lips drive me fucking crazy. Once we are in my room, I realize it's a fucking mess. “Shit, I, um, wasn't expecting company. I promise I'm not like this usually. I was in France for two weeks. Got home Thursday. Met you Friday.” I say in a rush, completely embarrassed. There are dirty clothes everywhere. I'm not sure when the last time my bed was made or the sheets changed. At least there has never been anyone but me in it. He chuckles as he looks around the room.
“You don't need to explain yourself to me, babe,” he says smiling at me. I give him my megawatt smile. Hearing him call me babe does something to me. My smile falters when he moves to my bed. Shit! How could I forget I left them there? My bed is covered in pictures of me that will be used in my portfolio. I haven't had a minute to put them away. He clears his throat as he looks down at the pictures.
“I, uh-” I start to say, but he cuts me off.
“How are you so beautiful?” he asks, his voice tight. That isn't what I ever would have expected him to say.
“Excuse me?” I ask quietly because I'm not sure I understand the question.
“Have you seen you? You have captivated me, Oakley. I can't think of anything but you.” I smile.
“I can't concentrate when I'm not around you.
I walk towards him, talking my sleep shirt off as I do. I need him inside of me, more than I've ever needed anything before. I push my sweatpants down my legs and kick them away as I stand right in front of him. His gaze is smoldering as he takes me in from head to toe, lingering on my boobs. I reach over my bed and sweep the pictures off. Turning back to him, I shove his jacket off as well as his shirt. His gray sweatpants make his cock look mouthwateringly obscene. Dropping to my knees in front of him, I pull his thick erection out and wrap my lips around the tip, he groans aloud, and I begin sucking gently at first, then harder taking more of him into my throat. His hands dig into my scalp as he fucks my face.
“You're a good girl, Oakley. Very fucking good,” he grunts. I look up at him and nod. He pulls off of me. “I need that cunt. The pussy that's good, I'll never fuck another.” I moan and hop up on the bed. He kicks his boots and pants away before climbing on top of me and slams into me. I open my mouth in a silent scream. Will I ever get used to him? I rather hope not, there's something so hot
“Fuck give it to me. Please Luke,” I beg.
“I'm gonna give it to you all right. I'm going to fill this pussy up so much, you'll be bred with my baby if you aren't already. I'm going to wife you so hard, so fast, you won't know what hit you,” he says each word as his hips hit mine with each thrust. I wrap my legs around his waist and meet him thrust for thrust.
Surely he's not serious about the wife part, but fuck do I want that. I didn't know just how much until he said it.
“Oh God, I want that,” I reply.
“Come for me, Oakley. I want to feel it dripping out of your precious cunt onto my balls. Give. It. To. Me,” he demands and I go off like a rocket, my back arching off the bed. He follows grunting my name. He collapses on top of me. I run my fingers through his sweat laden hair. His solid weight on top of me grounds me.
“Marry me,” he says after he catches his breath. He leans his head up, looking down at me. The breath I just caught escapes me.
“What?” I question. I question everything including his sanity.
“Marry me?”
I'm stunned for a minute. As crazy as it seems, I'm doing this. I nod and his grin widens.
He hops off the bed and fumbles around with his pants. I think that he
's getting dressed, but he stalks back to me, cock still on prominent display. God, I'll never get tired of that. Since we left the light on, my eyes are drawn to the little teal box that he's holding. I'm instantly reminded of my favorite movie, Breakfast at Tiffany's. When he opens the box, I almost die. It's a princess cut, diamond solitaire in rose gold.
I have tears streaming down my face, but I didn't know until he wipes them away. He slides the ring on my finger and kisses me.
“It's beautiful,” I say looking at him.
“Just like you,” he murmurs before kissing down my body. He spreads my thighs wide.
“What are you doing?” I ask. I mean, I know, but I want to hear the words.
“Eating my fiancee's pussy until she passes out,” he says, before doing just that.
How did I get so lucky?
Epilogue
Two Months Later
Luke
I can't believe she put all of this together in two months, the only amount of time I'd give her. Even though it felt like forever.
As she walks down the aisle to me, on her father's arm, everything else fades around me. I automatically shake her dad's hand as he gives her to me.
“You look beautiful,” I whisper. She smiles and my gaze descends down her body as the preacher starts to speak. Her white dress has no sleeves but instead is held up around her neck. There are little crystals sewn into the lace and the skirt is full and sweeps the ground, well sand I should say. She has neither a train or a veil. Her long hair is curly and swept to one side by an antique hairpin. She is barefoot and her pink little toes stick out a bit from under the skirt. She passes her bouquet off to the second bridesmaid, whose name I can't remember. Ormond Beach in Florida is where she chose to get married. Though she is from Tampa, well technically, Thonotosassa, the East Coast beach holds a special place in her heart. Her grandparents owned a beach house here. She spent summers here as a child. The house was destroyed by a hurricane a couple of years ago.
