Cherry Popper (The Reckless Series Book 1)

by Jade Sinner

  He kisses the side of my neck and traces his fingertips in circles over my shoulder and upper arm. “Then we’ll consider it practice for when the time is right.”

  He pulls out of me slowly. “But stay in bed for a little while, just in case.”

  He is serious about this baby-making business. Does he think he has to get me pregnant to keep me? He doesn’t. There’s nothing I want more than to be with him. Having his baby would just be icing on the cake.

  “No worries. I’m not leaving this bed anytime soon.”

  He looks between my legs and grins. “There’s the proof. Cherry officially popped.” I guess that means there’s blood on the bed. He looks extraordinarily proud for someone who just had his sheets ruined.

  He lies beside me and I scoot closer to place my head on his chest. I can feel his heart pounding hard against my face. His arms come around me so we’re wrapped like a vine around each other.

  “Was it good for you?” I didn’t want our first time to be bad because my virginity forced him to hold back.

  “It was awesome, Em. The best.”

  “Good. Because I want to do it a lot more tonight. I want you to fuck me in different positions…and pull my hair.”

  Ben lifts his head from the pillow to look at me. “What do you know about different positions and pulling hair?”

  “I read books and watch movies.”

  “Sounds like you’ve been reading and watching porn.”

  “Maybe a little.” Ben is twenty-four. As much as I hate it, he’s experienced in the sex department. I’m not. I’ve never done anything with a boy other than kiss, and even that was nothing like the way Ben devours my mouth. As much as he seems to like my inexperience, it means I didn’t know what to do for him. “I wanted to turn you on. And I wanted our first time to be perfect so I did a little bit of research.”

  “It was perfect, Em. Don’t ever think you don’t turn me on. I’m reduced to nothing but a horny bastard when I’m around you. Totally addicted. I’ll never get enough of you.”

  I know the feeling. “I’ll never get enough of you either.”

  “Then it’s a good thing we’ll be together forever.”

  I roll to my back when Ben strains to get up. I thought he was getting on top of me for round two, but instead, he opens the drawer on his nightstand and takes out a black velvet box. He snaps open the top to unveil the most beautiful engagement ring I’ve ever seen. White gold. A square solitaire in the center surrounded by a halo of smaller diamonds.

  “I’ve always known you were special to me even when I didn’t know what or how to label us. But now I know exactly what I want to label us: husband and wife. Marry me, Em.”

  “Oh, Ben, it’s gorgeous.” I’m stunned by its beauty. I wasn’t anticipating a proposal tonight, and I sure wasn’t expecting a diamond of this magnitude.

  He takes the ring from its box and slides it on the end of my finger. “Your birthday present, baby. But if you say yes, the gift will be all mine.”

  No hesitation. “Yes. I want to be Mrs. Ben Westbrook.” I’ve always known I would be one day.

  “Emma Westbrook. It sounds good.” He pushes the ring all the way down and I study the way it looks on my hand.

  “It doesn’t sound good. It sounds perfect.”

  Ben and I move toward the bed, kissing en route. God, this man has been insatiable this week.

  He peels my jacket from my shoulders and tosses it to the bench at the foot of our bed before pulling my shirt over my head. I’m wearing a white lace bra, not my sexiest, but my boobs are really jacked in it since they’ve gotten bigger the last couple of weeks. “I love your tits so much.”

  He caresses each one before pulling my bra down and reaching into the cups to lift them out. He thumbs my nipples, watching them harden, before he sucks one nipple into his mouth while rhythmically squeezing both. “Sneaky bastard. I know what you’re doing.”

  He looks up at me all innocent-like while he continues to suck my nipple. “Whaaat, Em?”

  “You’re trying to make them letdown.” Horny bastard gets turned on when my milk leaks. “You’re such a weirdo.”

  “I can’t help it, baby. I love it.”

  “I’m going to start having contractions if you keep playing with them like that.” Which wouldn’t necessarily disappoint me if the contractions wouldn’t be false labor. Been there, done that because the horny fucker won’t leave them alone.

  “I’ll stop.” He’s only saying that because he knows my breasts always gush after I cum.

  He bends down to remove my socks and boots. I unfasten my bra while he pulls my leggings and panties down my legs. I hold his shoulders for balance since mine’s a bit off with this big belly, but he doesn’t forgo the opportunity to poke his nose between my legs for a sniff and then a lick at my slit. “I will never get enough of your pussy, Mrs. Westbrook.”

  I have to parent him as much as I do our kids. “Shh. If Benji hears you say that, he’ll repeat it. And I would die a thousand deaths if he said that in front of our parents.”

  “We’re safe. The kids are napping.”

  “Nothing about us having sex is safe.” We are fertile. Been married five years and almost three of those I’ve been pregnant.

  “Baby, there’s only three ways that you don’t get knocked up. Abstinence, which ain’t happening. Anal, which I’m always stoked about giving you. Or you’re already pregnant.” He’s right. Birth control doesn’t work for us even when we try to use it.

  I love and adore our two precious little boys: Benji and Braden. I love being their mother. I wouldn’t trade anything for them or our baby girl, Lily, whose arrival we’re so eagerly awaiting, but I’m ready to not be pregnant for a while.

  Ben steps back, looking me over from head to toe. “I love your pregnant body.”

  Another one of his weird fetishes. He loves me pregnant and my boobs leaking milk.

  He comes to me and caresses my abdomen. “This turns me on so much.” That’s a good thing since I’ve spent the majority of our marriage with a swollen belly.

  “Doesn’t take much to turn you on.”

  I unbutton his shirt and push it from his shoulders while he takes care of the cuffs. After he’s shirtless, I work on his pants as he kicks out of his shoes. “I told you a long time ago to never think you don’t turn me on. Five years in and I still can’t get enough of you.”

  He pulls me close and my abdomen pushes against his. He holds my hips as he lowers his lips to my shoulder and drags a slow kiss up toward my throat. “Want a little fuck in the ass?”

  “I’m almost nine months pregnant. Do you think I want a little fuck in the ass?”

  “We’ll make a deal. Let me try to make you want it. If I succeed, I get to fuck that tight hole.”

  Ben. Always making deals. I think baby number two and three were both conceived as a result of one of his negotiations. “Go for it, Big Ben.

  “Fuck,yeah, baby.”

  “Try all you like but I’m warning you now that I’m probably not going to let you.” So much pressure there already.

  He stacks several pillows on the bed. “Bend over and prop on these. Put your head down and relax.”

  He starts out massaging my lower back. He knows I’m a sucker for a back rub when I’m pregnant. “Feel good, baby?”

  “Yeah, you big suck-up, but it doesn’t make me want your dick in my ass.”

  “Just getting started, Em. Trust me. You’re gonna want Big Ben in there.” I totally disagree, but I’ll take this back rub all day long while he tries to convince me otherwise.

  He works the muscles soft and then deep, gradually moving from my lower back down to my butt. “Still feeling good?”

  “Mmm-hmm.”

  He showers kisses on my skin and moves down to nibble on my cheeks. He goes lower and his warm breath is on my slit, teasing me before his tongue swipes upward. It feels good, and I wouldn’t mind him fucking me gently, but I’m still not on b
oard with anal. There’s been so much more pressure there with this baby. Odd. It doesn’t seem to be so bad at the moment.

  Ben pushes his finger through my slit and then circles my puckered hole, using my juices to lubricate it. “Can I put my dick in your pussy first?”

  The cocky bastard really believes he’s getting in my ass. “Yeah.”

  He slides inside me and continues rubbing my asshole. “Does that feel good?”

  I didn’t think it would but shit, it actually does. “Yes.”

  He moves in and out of me for a couple of minutes. “Want my finger inside your ass now?”

  Fuck. Horny, anal-sex-loving bastard is actually making me want this. Damn it. Feels like defeat. “I do.”

  I’m rocking my hips forward and back with his thrusts when his finger slides in. This shouldn’t feel this good. Where did all the pelvic pressure go?

  “Want another one?”

  Fuck me, I do. “Yes.”

  “That’s my good girl.” He slides a second finger in and leans over to kiss my back. “You like that, don’t you?”

  I don’t reply because I hate admitting he’s right, but my husband knows my answer by the way I’m moving with him. “Don’t have to tell me, Em. I always know what you want and need.”

  He does. Always has.

  Ben pulls out of me and glides his cock through my slit. I anticipate him entering my ass at any moment, but he doesn’t. I wait some more, even rub against him to let him know I’m ready. But he still doesn’t enter me. “What’s wrong?”

  “I know this is it. The last time I get inside you for a long time so I’m psyching myself up. I don’t want to cum after two strokes.”

  His statement is a reminder we will be having a baby very soon. My doctor says this baby girl is getting too fat for my small pelvis so I’m being induced in the morning since I haven’t gone into labor on my own.

  “You won’t cum in two strokes, so go for it, Big Ben.”

  He eases into me and groans, “Fuck! That is so good.” He pulls back and then thrusts slowly again. “Is this good for you, babe?”

  “Mmm-hmm.” It is. I love anal sex, too, so we’re a perfect match.

  Ben moves his hand to my clit and rubs. He’s so good at this. Making me cum while he fucks my ass. So good. Every. Time.

  He circles it fast and hard, slow and soft, back and forth, side to side. He thought he would be the one to cum fast, but it’s going to be me if he keeps this up. “I’m already close, B.”

  He’s moving faster now. “Cum for me, Em. I want to feel your body quiver and contract around me because you’re cumming hard.”

  I circle my hips, meeting him stroke for stroke. Then the first wave comes. I clench my cheeks around him tightly but he keeps moving when my insides squeeze around him.

  “Em . . .” That’s all he manages to get out and I know it’s because he’s blowing his load inside me.

  I hear a naughty little chuckle before he leans down to kiss my back. “Told you I’d make you want it. I always do.”

  “Damn you, Benjamin Westbrook. How do you do that?”

  “I not do anything, Mama.”

  Ben jerks out of me the same time I jolt at the sound of our son’s voice. I dive, best I can, into the bed and pull the sheet over me. “No, baby, not you. I was talking to Daddy.”

  “What Daddy doing to you?” I look at my husband with wide eyes for an answer.

  Ben busies himself pulling on his jeans. “Baby Lily was making Mama’s back hurt, so I was rubbing it to make her feel better.”

  Benji is a smart boy, sometimes too smart. Not sure he’s buying that story. “Go watch cartoons while I finish changing clothes, and I’ll come make you a snack.”

  “OK.”

  Ben laughs as he falls on the bed beside me.

  “Not funny. We probably just scarred our son for life.”

  “He’s four, Em. He’ll be fine.” God, I hope so. I walked in on my parents having sex. Took years for me to recover.

  Ben reaches under the sheet and rubs my tummy. The baby is active, moving all over the place. “I do believe that stirred Miss Lily.”

  When I look down, I can see the waves of movement under my skin like a restless sea. “I’m going to miss that.”

  “Probably not for long the way we breed.”

  “No. This is the last one.” Ben stops rubbing my stomach and looks at me. I see the fear in his eyes. “Clarification: the last one for a while. My body needs a break. It’s tired.”

  “You scared me. I thought you were saying we were done for good.” Ben has said from the start of our marriage that our family would be complete with four kids. I don’t know about that. Guess it all depends on how many reckless moments we have in the future since each of them seems to result in him putting another baby inside me.

  Ben Westbrook. I have loved that man my entire life. From the first memory I have of him, he was in my heart. Always will be.

  He’s my love. My husband. My cherry popper.

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  The Claimed Series 1

  Publishing on June 30, 2016

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  The Reckless Series 2

  Publishing on July 28, 2016

  I can't concentrate. I can't get a fucking thing done in my own home. Between the blaring music and the continual rings of feminine laughter, my mind is consumed with the girl just beyond my office window. I tell myself she's a girl, but holy fuck, she looks like a woman.

  When I close my eyes, I see her—all of her: her long tan legs, that seem to fucking go on and on. The curve of her round ass. Her flat, toned stomach and full blossoming tits. Lacy is the whole goddamn package, all the way to the long blonde hair that's perfect for wrapping my fist into as I glide her shimmering pink lips up and down my cock.

  My imagination takes me to places on her young, virgin body that I haven't seen, not that she leaves a lot to the imagination with the way she parades around the house in tiny bathing suits, skimpy shorts, too-short skirts, and crop tops that showcase her slender waist and large, round tits.

  Painfully, I push my chair away from my desk and shift my growing erection. Fuck work. All I can think about is her skin and how soft it would be if I ran my hands... Shit! I run my fingers through my hair.

  I reach the large window just in time to watch as Lacy comes out of the pool. Each step above the surface is perfection. Water glistens on her sun-kissed skin, droplets shimmering as they cling to her tits and slide below the white triangles of material, the fabric so skimpy it barely covers her erect nipples.

  Even from this distance, it's clear that they're hard, tenting the fabric.

  Her face turns toward my office window. Can she see me watching her? Is that why her nipples are hard?

  Fuck! This shouldn't be happening. Lacy is my niece—kind of—she is my responsibility.

  Then again, I never asked to be responsible for my stepsister's kid. I never asked for my family to perish in a car crash, leaving me in charge of her, as well as the sole owner of a multi-billion-dollar empire at the ripe young age of twenty-seven.

  That was three years ago.

  Three years since my father, his second wife, her daughter and son-in-law were taken out by one distracted driver—a teenager with a cell phone and a text message that wouldn't wait. Three years since I went from a carefree playboy with the world on a fucking string to Mr. Responsible with that same world now a gigantic weight on my shoulders. Three years since I knew what it was like to be laughing and lighthearted like the beautiful, sexy girl now lying on a long chair with her round, nearly-covered tits baking in the Arizona sun.

  Eleven years younger than me, Lacy isn't my biological niece. Nevertheless, when
her parents and grandparents died, she became mine. At sixteen she was skinny and forlorn. I didn't know how to deal with a teenager. Hell, I'd just lost my family too.

  I sent her off to school. What the hell did I know about raising a teenager? But now she's back, and at nineteen, she's no longer a teenager. Well, technically she is, but fuck, her body screams woman. Ever since she came home after her freshman year at college, I can't get her off my mind.

  Loud laughter resonates from the pool deck as Lacy and her friend share something on the screen of Lacy's phone. Her chin rises as she laughs, exposing her long slender neck, one I imagine wrapping my fingers around as I restrict her air, fucking her tight, virgin pussy, as my dick rubs her clit, pushing her higher until I give her permission to breathe and the freedom to cum. Unconsciously, I rub my hardening cock through my jeans as I imagine her cunt milking it and me filling her with copious amounts of my seed. After all, we're family. Who else would I trust with bearing my children, children who will one day inherit everything I did.

  I straighten my shoulders, unable to take the pressure anymore. I'm about ready to drop a load as pre-cum leaks from my dick, my erection hardening against the strain of my jeans. I should go upstairs to my suite. I should walk away from the precarious situation; instead, I find myself standing beyond the glass doors on the ornately tiled pool deck.

  "Lacy!" I shout above the music.

  Neither she nor her friend turn toward me, too lost in their own world. Fuck that. This is my world and she's in it. She's going to start being a bigger part of it. I was given the job of taking care of her, and now it is time she takes care of me too.

  "Lacy!"

  Suddenly she turns her attention my in direction, removing her sunglasses, as if seeing me clearer will help her hear what I have to say.

  "In my office, now." I turn toward her friend. "Go home. This party's over."

  Lacy's plump, pink lower lip disappears behind her teeth as she looks toward her friend. Mindy...Cindy...something like that.