by Elisa Leigh
Hours later her moans and shifting legs wake me from a deep sleep. Her ass is rubbing against my dick, and her hand is down the front of the boxers she’s wearing, moving in a steady rhythm. I roll to my side and scoot back just enough to get my hand on my aching dick and stroke it to the sight of her pleasuring herself.
“Mmm, Ford. Just like that baby. That feels so good.” She moans in her sleep. Jesus, she’s got me on the verge of coming, and she’s not even awake for it. I’ll be damned to hell for watching her, but there’s nothing that can tear me away from this site. Her hand speeds up, and her body starts to shake. I watch as my wife orgasms to a dream of me doing everything I wish I could be doing to her right now. Damn, if only I could be in her head with her. I grip my dick hard and stroke myself faster and faster wanting to join her in bliss.
Jasmine’s eyes fly open, and a range of emotions travel over her beautiful face. Once she looks down at what I’m doing, she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth. “Let me see?”
“Fuck.” I moan and pull my dick out and push my boxers down my thighs for her to see.
“Can I touch you?” She whispers.
“If I get your hands on me this will be over in two seconds beautiful girl.”
She lays on her side to watch me, one hand supporting her head and the other slowly gliding up my thigh. I shudder at her touch. “Goddamnit, Jasmine. The sight of you does me in, but fuck-” I come unexpectedly, cum bursting out of me in long white ropes.
Jasmine’s eyes are glued to my movements, watching me until I’m spent of every ounce of cum in my balls.
“Get over here,” I growl.
She crawls over to me on her knees until she’s straddling my thighs. I push my boxers over my knees and kick them off. I grip her hips and take her mouth in a searing kiss. It’s sloppy as hell and turning me the fuck on, my dick gets hard all over again. Kissing down her neck I growl when the shirt she has on keeps me from her full tits. Jasmine pulls back and tugs her shirt over her head and throws it to the ground.
My hands go to her tits, and I savor the weight of them in my hands as I start tugging at her hard nipples, earning moans from my naughty girl.
Jasmine grinds her pussy against me, and even though she’s wearing my boxers, I can still feel how wet she is.
Having had enough, I rip the boxers down the middle, so her pretty, soft pussy is bared to my eyes. A drop of her pussy juice drips down her lips, and I follow it down until it reaches her ass, dropping onto my dick. I grab her hips and press her pussy against me, so this time when she rubs on my dick, her satin pussy lips surround my shaft and glides from root to tip.
“It’s so good. You feel so good, baby.” She moans.
I position myself at her entrance and look up at her, seeking permission. She bites her bottom lip and nods, giving me the okay to take her and make her mine, but I need more from her. “If we do this, I’m going in bare baby. I’m going to ride you hard and fill you up with my cum. There’s no going back after this. I’m going to fuck you so deep for so long that by the end of the night my baby will take root inside you. Tell me you want that too.”
Jasmine grasps my dick in her tiny hands, holding it steady for her wet pussy. With one hand on my shoulder and the other on my dick, she pushes down shallowly at first, testing to see how far down she can take me. I let her do what she wants, let her get comfortable with the piece of me she’s going to get to know very well tonight.
I roll us over, needing to be inside her completely. “Spread those thighs beautiful. Give us what we both want.” Her legs fall to the side, and she opens herself up to me, dropping every wall she had up. I shift, thrusting inside her, ripping through her barrier, my balls pressing against her ass. “Jesus Christ, you saved it for me?”
She doesn’t understand what I mean, but after a second she looks away smiling, almost like she’s shy. I caress her cheek and guide her face, so she’s looking back at me. “You’re my first too beautiful. I thank god I never wasted a minute inside anyone else because you feel so fucking amazing.”
“So do you.” She mewls.
I look down and watch as my dick goes in and out of her tight as hell pussy. How the fuck did I get so lucky to marry a woman like her? I pepper kisses all over her face and slowly start to move inside her. She grows impatient quickly and starts moving under me, her heels digging into my ass, urging me to go faster.
Chapter 8
Jasmine
I know he’s trying to go slow because it’s our first time, but I need him, and I want him to come undone for me. “Harder Ford,” I moan.
He thrusts inside me in a punishing pace, giving me exactly what I need from him. “Are you close beautiful?”
“Mmm, yes. Don’t stop.”
Our movements become erratic, both of us seeking euphoria.
“Yes, baby that’s it. Just like that, fuck. I’m coming beautiful.” He groans, filling me full of his seed.
We lay there motionless, catching our breath for a while until Ford rolls us over. He plays with my hair, and I draw lazy circles over his chest.
“Why did you do it? You didn’t have to marry me.”
“The last thing I thought I needed was someone to spend my life with. My mom set me up with Delilah in hopes she could find me, someone, I’d make babies with. I never expected it would actually happen. The minute you walked into that ball I knew I was going to love you. I knew as sure as the sky is blue that one day you would be my wife. When you explained why you were there, it took me a few minutes to figure out my plan. When Delilah stole you away to introduce you to Jackson O’Leary of all people, I swear she did it just to make me jealous.”
I snort. “He was an asshole. When he started talking about what I was supposed to look like I tuned him out. He never had my attention though because someone had already stolen it.”
“I left the ball to clear my head and stop myself from pummeling O’Leary for the way he was looking at you. Then you stumbled right back into my world. After that I was done, there was nothing that was going to steal you away from me again.”
“You don’t have to worry about that. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Oh yeah?”
“I know it sounds crazy, but when I saw you standing at the bar looking like it was the last place you wanted to be you made me feel better, made me feel more like myself. You made me feel safe in a room full of hundreds of people, and you didn’t even have to say a word. When Delilah told me someone wanted to marry me, I hoped it was you standing there waiting for me. Then I saw you and all my apprehension faded away, and I knew I could go through with it because it was you.”
* * *
When I woke up this morning Ellie and Ford were already downstairs making breakfast. We spent the morning getting to know each other even more. More so Ellie and Ford and I sat back adding in little bits.
“Georgia thank you so much for inviting us to your home,” I tell my mother in law, and boy does it feel weird coming out of my mouth.
“None of that nonsense. You’re family now, you and Ellie both. It is expected that you’re here for every holiday.” She says then takes a drink of her red wine.
“Yes, ma’am.” I laugh.
“Is there anything you need help with Mrs. Stone?” Ellie asks shyly.
Georgia smiles warmly at her. “Gina has already taken care of everything. All we need to do now is keep an eye on the men to make sure they aren’t getting up to any trouble. If you leave them alone too long, they start sticking their noses places they don’t belong. Like in the dessert table.”
Ellie smiles, but I can tell she’s feeling out of place. “Ford told us this morning that your family loves to play games. Anything you want to play?” I suggest, hoping to get Ellie out of her funk.
Georgia’s eyes dance with interest. “Now you’re talking my language girl. How about Pass the Pigs? That’s always a fun one.”
The five of us pass the next couple of hours playing games and eati
ng an early dinner. Once dinner is over, we’re back in the living room sitting around a tree filled with dozens of presents. After the sixth or seventh gift, I’m overwhelmed, and I see that Ellie is so far out of her depth she’s going inward to protect herself.
Ford and his parents spoil us with gift after gift making us feel loved and special on the most magical of days. When it’s time for dessert, I join Georgia in the kitchen and give her the biggest hug I can. “Thank you for opening your home and your lives to us and making us a part of your world. I don’t think you’ll ever know how much your kindness has meant to my sister and me today.”
“A woman has never caught his attention before you, and that’s all it took for him to fall. I know what it’s like to be chosen by a Stone. My Hanford was the same exact way as Ford is with you. And even if he wasn’t sure about you, I’m a pretty good judge of character. Anyone can see how hard you have worked to protect Ellie and keep her with you. That is something that should be honored. You could have said to hell with it and went on your way, but you didn’t do that to your sister, and that shows a strong character. I have nothing but respect for you. Not to mention I never had daughters and there’s nothing I want more than to spoil you two rotten.”
She releases me from the hug and is about to speak when we both hear Hanford and Ford talking to another man. Georgia’s face turns to pure delight. “Now this is the best Christmas ever.” Then turns and walks out of the kitchen.
I follow her wanting to find out what is going on. When we get to the sitting room, Ford is standing next to a man who looks very similar to him but must be a few years younger. Ford has a huge smile pasted across his handsome face. “Beautiful, come here, I want you to meet Theo, my brother.”
“I thought he was out of the country.”
“We did too. Apparently, he was already stateside but couldn’t tell anyone. When I emailed him to let him know we were getting married he took the first flight home he could.”
“It’s good to meet the woman who has stolen my brother’s heart. Treat him well.”
“Of course, I will.”
“And who is this?” Theo asks, staring at the only person that is off to the side of the room.
“Theo this is Jasmine’s sister, Ellie,” Hanford tells his youngest son.
I don’t miss the longing look he gives her. Oh, dear Jesus, she’s not ready for all of that. She needs to go to school and figure out who she is. Plus, she won’t be eighteen for almost a half a year. Theo looks back at me, and I shake my head no. His eyes shutter close, and when he opens them, I know he’s resigned to the fact that she’s just too young for him.
Chapter 9
Ellie
“Just come home Bug, we all miss you.” My sister begs over the phone like she’s done for the past couple of years.
“I don’t know Jasmine. I think it might be weird. I don’t want to do that to you and Ford, especially with the baby on the way.”
“I thought we went over this. My home is your home.”
“But your home isn’t a home, it’s an estate in Atlanta.”
She laughs. “It’s just a big house.”
“With servants!”
She groans into the phone. “They aren’t servants, El. They’re staff that are paid and treated very well I might add.”
“I don’t know. I feel like I’ll be intruding.”
I’m sitting in my empty dorm searching for a cheap apartment that I can rent month to month until I figure things out when my computer dings letting me know I’ve got a new email. I click over to pull it up, and I see my sister has sent me a plane ticket.
“It’s non-refundable, so you have to come.”
“How did you know I was looking at it?”
“You stopped talking, plus you’re my baby sister, I know you.”
She only thinks she knows me. She’d be appalled if she knew what I was thinking of doing for work. I don’t remember our dad, he took off when Jasmine was five, and I was a baby. Mom did the best she could, but when I was fifteen, she hightailed it out of our crappy apartment in her latest boyfriend’s truck and never looked back. She’d send money every couple of months, but it was never enough to make ends meet.
Instead of taking her college scholarship out of state, Jasmine worked and went to school online. When things got really tough, she ended up going with a matchmaker service to find a husband. She wasn’t looking for love, she was hoping for a wedding on paper to help get us out of the financial bind we were in. Ford took one look at my sister, and that was it for him though. No one could blame him, my sister is gorgeous. Not only that, she’s so giving and self-sacrificing.
“Georgia and Hanford would love to see you again Ellie. They ask about you all the time, and it’s been years since the wedding.”
I twirl my hair around my finger, it’s not like I have anything better to do now that the semester is up. My sister still doesn’t know that I graduated from college early. I didn’t want to tell her because she would have insisted on coming out for the ceremony. I couldn’t do that to her. Ford and her have had the hardest time trying to get pregnant, and now that they finally are, her pregnancy has been deemed high risk. I’m not letting her get her crazy pregnant ass on an airplane to fly halfway across the country. Nope. I’ll just tell her this weekend at some point.
“I guess I’m going to Atlanta for Christmas.”
“Yes!” She cheers making me giggle. “You have no idea how much this means to me El. I’ve missed you so much. I can’t wait until school is over and you can come home for good.” She starts crying and my heart hurts. We were always close growing up only having each other to depend on. Since she got married though she’s had Ford and his parents. I didn’t know where I fit in after that. When I graduated high school, I took the full ride I got from a university out in Colorado, thousands of miles away and left her to start her new life as the wife to a very successful businessman. We still talk often but I can tell the distance has put a strain on our relationship.
“Well, I have a ton to do if I’m going to be ready and at the airport Wednesday morning.”
“Call me if you need anything El, you hear me?”
“Okay mom, see you in a few days. Love you, sis.”
“Love you too, bug.”
I hang up before I start tearing up too. The truth is I really need this trip. I’m feeling more alone now than ever. Most people on campus have already left for the holidays. Technically I’m not even supposed to be here since I’ve already graduated, but my roommate is a sweetheart and told me to stay until the new year if I needed it. I look around my dorm room and don’t know how I’m going to get this all packed up and moved out of here in time. That’s what I get for procrastinating. I guess I can just put what I have in storage and then get it out when I figure out what I’m doing.
Ford is a great guy for my sister. He’s a little bit on the quiet side, but they complement each other very well. He takes care of her and part of that is also taking care of me, even though he doesn’t have to do that. Every month he puts five grand into a checking account he opened in my name. At first, I tried not to use it because I knew I would end up paying him back every dollar I spent of his money and I didn’t want to be in a mountain of debt when I graduated.
A couple weeks into college Jasmine and Ford came for a visit. They were both unhappy with my very unfinished dorm room and sparse living situation. So much so that they took me shopping and totally hooked me up. It was weird to have someone spend so much money on me, but at the same time, it was kind of comforting too. Before the weekend was up, Ford asked me to use the allowance to make my life easier. He said his job was to make my sister happy and part of that was making sure I was taken care of. Over the years Ford and I have gotten a lot closer, and I see him as a big brother now.
Over the next couple of days, I pack up the last three years of my life and put in a storage unit. All of my things fit into the smallest unit they had available, and it
makes me sad that at twenty, I have so little that I can call my own. Hopefully, soon I’ll be able to find a job using my accounting degree. It’s not something that I’m excited about, but I thought it was something that would make me a decent living and I’d never have to depend on anyone to take care of me. I would never have to be put into a situation where I was doing something I was uncomfortable doing.
Yet, there are no accounting firms that are hiring around here. I’ve been looking for months, and the pickings are slim. Jasmine keeps telling me I can go and work for Stone Enterprises once I graduate, but I already feel awkward for everything they have done for me. I gave in and started looking for jobs that would pay me a decent salary, one that I could survive on in the city. I was able to save a lot of what Ford has given me throughout the years, but I don’t want to touch it unless it’s absolutely necessary.
I saw an ad on one of the job sites, a few days before Jasmine called, one that I could do from home and it offered a decent weekly paycheck. It was perfect until a minute into the interview they dropped the bomb that this was for a phone-sex operator position. Good thing this was an interview over the phone. I was speechless. I pulled up the ad again on my computer while Lana, my interviewer, tittered away giving me the lowdown on what this position would be like. I read the announcement more carefully this time and found the highly suggestive phrases that should have popped out at me when I first saw the ad. Was I this person, was I this desperate? Looks like I have some decisions to make.
I pack two large suitcases full of my most favorite things and all my clothes, not that I had many to start with. Ever since I was a kid, we shopped at consignment shops for our clothes. I might be able to afford nice things, with my brother in laws money, but I still live like I have no money. Of course, my sister always takes me shopping when she visits, and that makes up most of my wardrobe. Maybe I’ll stay a little longer and help Jasmine out until the baby gets here. At least that way I can show them both how much I appreciate their help. When I arrive at the airport, I feel as though my journey has come to an end. Why does it feel like I’ll never be back in Colorado?
