by Lulu Pratt
She gasps. Her hands are on my head, stroking my hair as I stick out my tongue and flick it over her clit. She moans again. I lick her clit, sliding a finger into her pussy, and she shivers beneath me, making whimpering sounds. I slide a second finger in and her breathing changes and her hips start to rock a little. When I suck on her clit, she cries out, and a few moments later, her first orgasm shatters through her. I love it when she comes undone at the seams like that, when she cries out because of me and her body spasms and convulses. I feel her pussy throb around my finger inside of her, and I want to fuck her right there.
But I want her to suck me off first.
As if she knows what I want, she sits up, and I undo my pants. I stand at the edge of the bed, and she crawls over to me. Her rolling hips and swinging breasts are like something out of a wet dream. My hard cock twitches at the sight of her.
She wraps her fingers around my cock, and my breath hitches in my throat when she closes her lips around the head of my cock. She sucks me into her mouth, and it’s pure ecstasy. She knows how to make it gentle and wild, all at the same time, and when I close my eyes, I can almost trick myself into thinking I’m inside of her, she feels that good.
When she starts bobbing her head up and down, picking up her pace, I stop thinking. I give myself over to the feel of her mouth around my dick, her hand that’s cupping my balls, and her tongue licking the bottom of my shaft. I put my hand in her hair and guide her as I fuck her face. It’s orgasmic, and if I’m not careful, I’m going to blow my load inside of her mouth.
But I want more.
When I can’t take it anymore, I pull out of her mouth, and she looks up at me. Her eyes are large and liquid, her face innocent, but I know the truth. There’s a vixen beneath that girlish expression.
“I want to fuck you,” I growl at her.
Chapter 47
Sarah
Graham wants me, and he wants me badly. I can see it all over his face. I want him to take me, and I’m sure he can see it on my face, too. When he tells me he wants to fuck me, I shiver. I love it when he talks to me like that, when he makes me feel like no matter what, I’m the only thing that can satisfy him. It makes me feel special.
It makes me feel like I have all the power.
So, I lay back and open my legs, an invitation.
Graham doesn’t wait for me to invite him twice. He gets onto the bed, and he’s on top of me in no time. I’m dripping wet, and when he pushes himself against my entrance, I hold my breath in anticipation. He pushes into me, and I let out a long moan.
When he’s inside of me, Graham starts moving. He is sliding in and out of me with slow strokes, and I moan and whimper at the friction. Sometimes, he feels larger than others, and today, he’s huge. He picks up his pace and slides faster and faster into me, fucking me just like he wanted.
Pleasure builds inside of me, feeding off the first orgasm, and in no time, I’m heading to my second. When I come, I cry out, falling apart beneath him.
He pulls out of me, and I roll onto my stomach. I want to get up on all fours, but Graham pins my body with his before I have a chance to. I open my legs as wide as I can, and he lies on top of me. He guides himself into me, and the sensation is crazy when he pushes into me with me pinned down completely.
I’ve never been fucked like this before, and it feels amazing. The angle rubs his cock right up against my G-spot, and it’s almost uncomfortable after I already came twice, but the pleasure overrides the feeling, and I cry out, not caring who hears us. I’m sure my place is too far away, and if Britney does figure out what’s happening, well, she’s an adult.
Graham pushes his hand underneath me and wraps his arm around my waist. He stops moving inside me, but he doesn’t pull out. Instead, he lifts me up so that I’m on my arms and knees while he’s still inside me. He hammers into me the moment I’m stable on all fours, and I cry out as his dick slams home again and again. The sound of sex is loud in the room, slapping and squelching and moaning, and it’s delicious.
I orgasm again. It comes out of nowhere, and it’s so intense, my arms collapse. I lie on the bed with my ass sticking up, shuddering as waves of pleasure wash over me. Graham keeps going, slamming into me. My body rocks back and forth on the bed, and I can feel the friction of my skin on the blankets.
Graham pulls out of me after a while, and he lays down next to me. He wants me on top of him. Who am I to say no? I love being on top of him. I straddle his hips and sit down on him. I’m so tight and raw now, after coming three times, and I cry out when I sit on him. I start rocking my hips back and forth, riding him harder and harder. His face changes to an expression of pure bliss, his lips are parted, and I lean down and kiss him. Graham wraps his arms around me, and he bucks his hips, fucking me from beneath.
I can’t stop him even if I wanted to, but I’m happy for him to have his way with me.
A moment later, he cries out and shoves himself into me as deep as he can. He comes inside of me, emptying himself out, and I can feel his cock jerk and spasm.
Finally, it calms down, and we lay together, a pile of sweaty limbs, breathing hard. His heart hammers against my ear on his chest, and my legs are still splayed open, his dick inside me.
He slips out of me, and I clamber off him, my legs stiff. We lay side by side on the bed.
“That was fantastic,” Graham says.
I smile at him. “I think the room has been christened.”
“For now,” he says. “We’ll have to do it again later, just to be sure.”
I chuckle, and he pulls me against him.
“I’m glad we did this,” he says.
“So that we can fuck whenever we want?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “So that I can have you with me all the time. So that I can see your beautiful face every morning when I wake up.”
I smile, and he kisses me.
“And so that we can fuck whenever we want,” he adds, and we laugh together.
We lie together in silence, enjoying each other’s company, basking in the afterglow of sex.
“Everything is working out,” Graham says. “We’re okay again, Britney will be okay, and your sister has her house back. I bet she’s glad about that.”
I shrug. “I think she’s happier that it worked out between us. I think she was getting irritated with me being so down and moping around all the time.”
Graham kisses me on the forehead.
“You were pining for me, eh?”
I roll my eyes. ‘Withering away.”
He chuckles. “I’m excited about our future together,” he says.
I’m excited for it, too. We haven’t been together for very long, we hardly know each other, and we don’t know what the future holds. But I know what I feel for Graham. I know that meeting him was like drowning my whole life and finally coming up for air, and losing him again was like drowning all over again. I never felt that way about a man before. We moved in together now, and I know it’s a risk.
But I know what I want, and I want Graham. I don’t think I needed a lot of time to get to know him before I decided that he’s the man I want to be with. I know that, now. There’s no point in wasting any more time if I know what I feel, and he feels the same.
And I know that he does. He was just as hurt when he lost me as I was when I lost him. He had what it took to fight for me, and I’m grateful for that, or it might never have happened.
But I know who I’m with, and I know what I want.
I want to be with Graham.
Epilogue
Graham
One year later
It started snowing one week before Christmas, and everyone was scared it would let up again so that the snow melted before the big day. We were lucky. The snow kept falling in white sheets of swirling flakes, and by the time we wake up on Christmas morning, everything has been transformed into a winter wonderland.
“How do I look?” Sarah asks, coming out of the bathroom. She’s wearing a red
and green dress that hits her mid-thigh and shows off her curves, and it’s as corny as it’s beautiful.
“It looks great. You’re my sexy elf.” I pull her close to me. “How about you and I go find a few minutes to make sure you’re wearing your underwear right?”
Sarah laughs. “How are you planning on doing that?”
“I’m going to take them off and put them back on again, just to be sure.”
She kisses me, and it’s a hot kiss, making me hard. But Sarah pulls away.
“We have to get going. We don’t want to be late.”
“It’s right next door,” I say, but I do as Sarah says because being on time is important to her, and she’s important to me.
Sarah pushes against the suit. I’m Santa again this year. We thought it would be poetic for me to dress as Santa. It’s just about our one-year anniversary, and I’m going to be the one to hand out the gifts to the kids, with Sarah as my sexy elf helper. We’re doing Christmas at Britney’s place, and Monica, Larry and Lindsay are joining us, too.
When we arrive, the rest of them are all there. Sarah glances at me with a look that says I-told-you-so, and I shake my head. She was right, of course.
We greet everyone, and the kids go outside to play in the snow. Lindsay gets along perfectly with my nieces and nephew. They know each other from school, apparently. I watch Sarah as she and Britney get the food ready.
They’ve become close friends over the past year. Sarah has been great at helping Britney through her issues with James. Britney has been seeing a therapist, and the kids are getting help, too, but the biggest step was for my sister to file for divorce. The court case, although painful, didn’t drag on. With the domestic violence charge and James’s history with the court, he got a good couple of years in jail with a court order that he was only allowed supervised visits with the children, if they wanted it, once he got out. For now, though, he’s behind bars and unable to come close to Britney to interfere with her healing process.
She looks great, too. Since the divorce, she’s started to really live, and that’s something I wished for her since the day I realized something was wrong.
Sarah is a ray of sunshine in my life. She made everything better by just being herself.
Living with her is just as magical as it was in the cabin. We get along well, and our relationship is better than anything I could ever have imagined. I’m so lucky that Lindsay saw me in this Santa suit a year ago.
The letter she sent me is framed in our living room, along with the couple’s painting we made on our second date at the painting and pottery place.
“Time for presents!” Monica calls, and the four kids run inside and gather around the tree. It’s made up with colorful balls and blinking lights, and there’s a stack of presents waiting to be handed out. I stand next to the tree, and Sarah helps me. We hand out the presents one by one.
When everyone has a gift, I watch the family as they open them. Britney and I grew up with our grandparents, and for a long time after they died, we were alone. We didn’t have any family but each other. When I see Sarah’s family and mine thrown together, I realize how rich I’ve become — rich in family and friends who will always be there for us. And I’m the luckiest man on earth.
“What about Sarah?” Lindsay asks when the presents are all opened. “Why didn’t she get a present from you?”
I look at Sarah, who’s standing to the side, with the same look on her face that I’m feeling.
“Oh, she’s on the naughty list,” I say to Lindsay. Lindsay looks shocked.
“What did she do?” the kids all want to know.
I laugh. “I’m just joking. Sarah has a special present. I wanted to wait until everyone else was ready before giving it to her.”
“We’re ready,” Monica says. Everyone is watching me, and when I look at Sarah, she blushes under the attention.
“What is this?” she asks.
“I love you,” I say. “I spent the past year with you, and it’s not enough. I want eternity with you.”
I kneel, and there are sharp intakes of breath around the room. Sarah claps her hand over her mouth, and her eyes well with tears.
“Marry me,” I say as I produce a velvet box I bought a few months ago.
Sarah nods. “I will,” she says and kneels, grabbing me around the neck.
I nearly lose my balance but manage to catch myself, and I hold onto Sarah, who’s laughing and crying on my shoulder. Finally, when she lets go, I open the box and slide the ring onto her finger. It fits perfectly, thanks to Lindsay, who helped me sneak a ring out of the house when we babysat her one night. When she looks at me, I wink at her.
The family gets up, and one by one, we get hugs and kisses from everyone, congratulating us, welcoming the both of us to their respective families.
Finally, it’s time to leave, and I can’t wait to get home. I want to take Sarah to the bedroom and make her mine again. I want to show her exactly what she means to me, and how much I love her. And I’m going to keep showing her what she means to me and how much I love her for the rest of our lives.
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Making His Baby
We’re making this baby the old-fashioned way.
With my billions, I’ll pay whatever it takes for her to have my child.
And I’m going to have fun putting it in her.
After the baby’s born, she can go back to her regular life.
But the way she screams my name in bed makes me want more.
For the first time in years I want an actual relationship.
Until I realize there’s something she’s not telling me.
A secret from the past.
And her plan to ruin everything.
***A steamy STANDALONE contemporary romance with a smoking hot hero. No cliffhanger, no cheating and a guaranteed happily-ever-after.***
Chapter 1
BLAKE
High-school reunions. Fuck me. Mine is in my face, and it’s the last thing I want to face, no matter how much better I am now. Too many memories.
“Dude. You still there?” My closest friend Ben’s voice is in my ear, bringing me back from my reverie.
“Yeah, sorry,” I glance around my old stomping ground. “I’m just not looking forward to this shit in the slightest. Why did I let you talk me into doing this?”
“Because you’re the big shit now, man. Time to show those bitches up.”
“Right. ‘Cause that’s me.” I roll my eyes and try to keep myself from turning on my heel and walking the fuck back to my car.
“Just hang out with some old friends and have a good time, Blake. Find an old girlfriend and tap that ass, brother.”
“You sound like an idiot. I’ll call you later when I’m smashed.” I drop the call and take a deep breath. He’s right though. He usually is. Bastard.
Besides, it will be good to see some of my old friends. And it will be even better to hear about how they’re doing and what they’ve been up to. That is why I’m here, or at least it’s how Ben convinced me to come. With a bit of luck and some conversational leading, I might be able to avoid talking about myself entirely. We’ll see.
“Fifteen years. Damn, I’m fucking old,” I mumble to myself.
It was odd for our class president to decide to do it on the fifteen-year mark. Personal agenda for sure. Five years before, the fucker got busted on a drug charge that took my ex down as wel
l. Now though, he can brag about the successful sporting goods store he opened. My ex wasn’t so lucky.
I walk through the entrance to my old high school, feeling a weird sense of traveling back in time. Almost immediately, someone calls out from behind me as I walk through the hall.
“There he is!” It’s a man’s voice. I am tempted to keep walking and pretend I don’t hear it, but the shout is followed by the sound of rushed footsteps. Whoever it is runs up behind me. “We didn’t know if you were coming, Mr. Doesn’t Reply To Our Messages!”
Turning around, I instantly spot the owner of the voice. It’s Clark, one of my good friends from high school. He was the class clown of our year. As he rushes to me, he wears that same big goofy smile that he was known for, although now, he is about forty pounds heavier.
“Hey,” I say with a forced smile. It’s not that I don’t like Clark. In fact, out of everyone at the reunion, Clark is the person I’ve been looking forward to seeing the most. It’s just that Clark, like everyone else, reminds me of a past I’ve been trying to forget, and once again I struggle to understand why I’m even here. “It’s good to see you, Clark.” I stick out my hand to shake his.
“Me?” He asks. “Dude, it’s good to see you, Blake! Hot damn, what’s it been? Don’t you dare tell me I haven’t seen you since graduation. Don’t you dare tell me that!” He still wears that big goofy grin. I can smell the beer on his breath. He’s got to be a few beers deep at this point.
