His face looks greedy and sexy, his dark features etched with need and his eyes half-hooded with lust. Seeing him about to unravel does the same to me, so much so that I could never have anticipated it.
His dark brown eyes travel to mine and he narrows them as he bites down on his lower lip. He starts sliding his finger in and out of my ass, and that’s when I’m really about to lose it.
“That’s going to send me over the edge!” I gasp, slamming my eyes shut.
“Eyes on me,” he growls, and I can’t help but obey him.
His dark eyes travel from my ass to my face, and when I’m about to cum, he pushes his finger deeper inside my ass with one hand reaching up to the back of my neck. I’m an aching, panting mess, and he pushes my wet hair behind my ear to get an unobstructed view of my face.
His expression is dark and controlling, dominant and possessive, and I watch as his eyes shift almost imperceptibly.
He reaches up and grabs my neck softly, bringing my body back to his so he can feast on my lips.
“I need you to feel you cum on my cock,” he whispers against my lips. He pulls my hips back with one strong hand and keeps me close to him. I feel a dam inside me split with a hairline fracture. “I need you to feel that tight pussy, only for me, squeeze up around me as I put my load inside you. Cum with me right now, Bug, cum on my big cock. Cum on every inch of me while you tell me who’s it is.”
“It’s yours,” I mutter against his sweet mouth. His teeth catch my bottom lip as my pussy spasms and clenches up around his cock. “Cum inside me, please Flint, I need it. I need to feel your big cock explode deep inside me. Please.”
“Cum right now, love Bug,”
I feel Flint jerk his hips against my ass, his usually controlled demeanor spinning off its axis, and then he grunts as beads of sweat drop onto my shoulders and he seats himself fully inside my tight channel.
I feel all of his sticky, hot cum erupt from the thick, swollen head of his cock, and my pussy spasms and drinks up every single drop of it. I feel my body milking him, accepting him, taking everything he’s got, and I know it’s all for us.
And as I feel the soft veil of love warming me up with swirling golden heat, I know that Flint did more than just save me.
He pulls out of me and cradles me against his chest just like he did when he pulled me out of that blazing inferno.
He saved me. And that makes me his.
He found me, and I don’t think anyone on earth has been happier than I am right now.
“Are you ready for round two?” he whispers near my ear.
“Already?” I laugh as he holds me.
“We’re going to have a long night,” he growls, laying me down on my back. His forehead meets mine as he gives me soft, delicious kisses. I feel my lips curl up into a smile as his hand snakes behind my back and holds me close.
I’m all his.
Finder’s keepers.
Flint
Two Months Later
I check the time on my phone and feel my lip pull into a straight, tight line.
It’s not like Bug to be late. She’s typically painfully punctual. The kind of punctual that actually pisses people off. She’s the kind of punctual that’s actually ten minutes early. When I announced my retirement from the force, they had a going-away party for me and Bug pulled up in her Buggy while my boss was still mixing up the spinach and crab dip.
I was okay with it, though. Anything she does is perfect. She’s the most incredible woman - person - I’ve ever met, and I chose to spend my life around selfless souls who choose to but themselves in danger to save others for a living.
She’s sweet as candy, her generosity is like that of a saint’s, she’s gracious but doesn’t take shit, and she’s all mine.
I look out over the serene, beautiful beach of the Island of Oahu. The sun is setting and we’re at a luau at the resort where we’re celebrating our engagement.
We don’t have a checkout date. We’re staying here until we can decide where we want to live and raise our kids.
But I know I’m already home. Now that I have Bug, I’m home. Her sweet, incredible love is my home. Her brilliant mind is my home.
Her body is my home.
I glance at my phone again.
This is not like her.
This is so not like her, in fact, that it’s in this exact slice of my life that I become fearful for my Bug’s safety. My hands twist into knotted fists on the table next to our glasses of champagne, and I take a sip to try to calm my nerves.
There are a hundred people out here admiring the tiki torches, the sunset, the smell of the roasted pig, and I don’t want to have the cops called on me if I start raging. I take a big, deep breath of the salty air and try to get my body to cooperate with my mind.
I’m about to fly out of this fucking chair to find Bug when the lights on the little stage on the beach light it up in blue and pink.
Drums start playing a beat. There’s a hushed whisper over the crowd as everyone turns their attention to the edge of the water, where a line of hula dancers comes out from the side of the hotel, moving their hips back and forth with the precision of the atomic clock.
There must be fifteen of them, but my eyes go right to Bug.
I swallow thickly and my heart starts to race. My cock instantly stiffens in my khaki shorts and I make a fist on the table that could choke the life out of an MMA fighter.
Bug smiles shyly as she bumps her hips back and forth, making her little grass skirt move and swish with every movement. Her big, perky tits are wrapped up in this little white bikini top, and I watch the swell of her breasts in the fabric as she moves and sways to the music.
My blood is getting thicker by the moment. My cock is raging and it can’t wait to be sinking into my fiancée’s sexy little body.
My eyes linger on her lips, those thick pillows that I just can’t wait to taste again. To the triangles of her top. Her nipples are hard and erect in stiff peeks as they try to slice through the material.
And then the line of dancers turns around, wiggling their hips back and forth to the beat of the drums.
I can’t take this anymore.
I explode out of my chair and stalk toward her, and I feel security guards descend upon me as I zero in.
When she turns around and keeps wiggling her thick hips, her eyes find mine and she bites her lip as I rip the shirt off my back.
If anyone sees her for a second longer, I will have to destroy them, and I can’t do that because it would mean being away from my Bug.
I feel my toes sink into the warm white sand and it’s suddenly as though I’ve been paralyzed by her. I’m hypnotized. She’s the most goddamn beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
Her lips are thick and bee-stung. Her smooth, heart-shaped face is the kind that breaks men. Her tits were designed by god himself, and her feet could convince anyone to walk over hot coals to find her. Her hair is painted in mysterious hues out of a detective caper, and her ass is so perky and round that I want to watch it disappear under my hands as I kiss it her sweet cheeks.
I gain my composure and keep stalking toward her, sending rippling snarls toward everyone who’s trying to stop me. I see vague shapes as the other hula dancers stop and look around in puzzlement.
“She’s. Mine,” I growl, my voice ripping through the sky.
When I get to her, I’m wrapped up in the sweet scent of pineapple and her dazzling blue eyes shine up at me. I wrap my shirt around her and lift over my shoulder as her legs dance through the air.
“Stop that man!” a guard shouts. The crackle of static buzzes through the night and an electric whisper hums through me.
Bug is laughing and kicking her feet and I turn to see her hold up her diamond-clad hand to the guards.
“It’s okay!” she laughs, “I’m with him.”
I put my hand on her ass as I burst through the doors of the hotel and carry her to a waiting elevator. When the doors are closed, I let her d
own and she jumps up, wrapping her arms and legs around my body.
“My man!” she says between laughs as her lips curl up into a smile. I take her face in my hands and crush my lips to hers, tasting the most delicious thing on earth.
“I love you Bug,” I say when I can finally pull my lips away from hers.
“I love you too, Flint,” she coos, pressing her forehead into the crook of my neck. I trace a hand from her hair to her back, and I feel time stand still as she shudders in my arms. “I’m in paradise.”
I pull her close and put my lips over hers.
Now that I’ve caught my Bug, I’ll have her forever.
Finder’s keepers.
Bug
Two Years Later
The lights of the Vegas strip give me goosebumps every time. I wrap an arm across my chest and drags my fingertips up to my shoulder as I take a sip of my champagne.
“Hey, you,” Flint says, coming up behind me. My heart flutters as he puts his hands on my shoulders and sweeps my hair from my neck. His places a light kiss at the top of my spine and turns me around slowly.
“Hey you,” I say back to him, putting a kiss on his lips. My pink lipstick clings to him and I smile as I put my thumb against his mouth to wipe it away. He pulls my hand away and slips my fingers through his as he puts his lips against mine.
I feel warmth glow through me as our tongues dance together. But I don’t want to kiss his lips.
His lips are my second favorite place on his body to kiss.
“Did you have a nice evening?” I whisper as I kiss his neck. I feel him get hard against me and I push the straps of my black column gown down my shoulders.
“Very nice,” my husband whispers near my ear, sliding his fingers under my bra straps. My breath hitches in my chest and I feel my silk panties pool up when he pulls my bra down, freeing my breasts. My nipples pebble against his chest and I start unbuttoning his crisp white shirt.
I slowly drop to my knees and smile up at him, watching his eyes as they darken and a grin grows on his lips.
I get so freaking excited every time I suck his cock. It’s been two years, and that gleeful feeling of falling in love hasn’t worn off yet. I don’t think it ever will. I feel like we’re freaks of nature because we’re still so in love with each other.
I pull his thick, hard cock out and fist both of my hands around it, dipping it into my mouth to get his whole length nice and wet. I move my hands up and down his velvety smooth skin, marveling at how hard he is beneath it.
“I think I feel like giving you a goodnight kiss, Flint,” I coo up at him. I know it drives him crazy when I do this. His plows a hand through his hair and bites his lower lip, smiling down at me as I put a kiss on the tip of his dick. I lick the plump pearl of salt off it and he groans, lacing his hands together behind my head.
“No no, Flint,” I tell him, pulling away. I peer up at him and he loosens his grasp on my head, tucking my hair behind my ears.
“You are so fucking sexy,” he grunts down at me, “is it a crime to want to watch my cock disappear inside the sexiest women in the world?”
“No,” I whisper, wrapping both fists around the base of his length. I pull them toward me as I wrap my lips around the ridge of his dick, moaning as a thrill shoots though me. I pull away and plant kiss after slow, winding kiss up and down his length.
“I think you’re the only woman on earth would could make a man cum just from kissing him,” he groans, a chuckle breaking in his chest.
His cock bobs and weeps in front of my eyes as I keep kissing him, teasing him, torturing him, loving him.
“And you’re the only man I’ll ever do it for,” I whisper. “Now isn’t it lucky that we found each other?”
“Oh,” he says, tipping my chin up and wagging an eyebrow at me, “you feeling lucky?”
Before I can answer, he has his arms around my thighs and he throwing me over his shoulder to bring me to the bedroom. He tosses me down on the huge, soft bed in the middle of the room, the lights from the strip the only thing illuminating us.
My husband gets on his back and pulls me toward him, running his hands up my thighs to get my dress out of me way. He grabs the edges of my panties, brings them to his nose with a groan, and then stuffs them into the pocket of his suit jacket.
He pulls me onto his lap and slides me down onto his thick cock, sitting me there firmly. He’s so big but my body conforms to his immediately. We’re both fully clothed, and I have no idea why, but this is so fucking sexy to me. He digs his hand under the sheets and pulls out our big, strong vibrator.
When he wants me to cum on his dick right away, he lets this thing into the bed with us. It’s not allowed to go inside me, though. When I see it, I feel my pussy clench and rain all over his thickness, and when he flips the switch on and puts it against my clit, he grabs my hip to make sure I can’t fucking move.
“Oh god,” I gulp, putting my palms against the headboard. “I’m going to cum.”
“Good,” he growls, letting out a hiss and bearing his teeth. He unleashes his load inside me as my clit twitches and glitters under the vibrator, and I feel myself milking him as he lets out groan after groan to match the bursting of his cock up against the deepest part of me.
I say a silent prayer that we’re making baby number two right now.
I’m so in love with this man. I can barely stand it. If I think about it too long, it seems too good to be true.
“I fucking love you, Bug,” my husband says as he takes the back of my neck and brings my lips to his.
“I fucking love you too, Flint,” I breathe against his lips with a kiss.
A soft curtain of warmth falls around us as I collapse onto him and he pulls me close.
Everything inside me burns for this man.
Now, and always.
THE END
All His
Preview
I’m all his.
The last time I saw my dad’s best friend and business partner was a year ago.
I knew he would be at my parents’ end-of-year party, so I put on my shortest skirt and tightest sweater and made a point to make him notice me.
Turns out, it worked better than expected.
I watched him change right before my eyes.
His jaw hardened. His fists clenched. He looked at me through a veil of pure desire and possessiveness.
The way I’ve always wanted him to.
Then he walked away.
But I didn’t forget him. No way. My feelings only grew from there.
Fast forward a year, and I show up at his house unannounced when the party I was at took a wrong turn.
I know he’ll take care of me…
I know he’ll help me start my year off right…
I just didn’t know that he was as obsessed with me as I am with him.
And now that he has me…
I don’t think he’s ever going to let me go…
It’s an over-the-top insta-love new year with this short, steamy and sweet romance.
Enjoy!
xx, Lauren
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Olivia
My “oh, fuck it” moment came about five minutes ago.
“My girlfriend got angry when I bought my Escalade. Well, my last Escalade.”
“How many Escalades do you have?” I ask, eyes wide, mouth hanging open a little. I’m surprised this guy has more than one Escalade, but only because…well, why do you need more than one? But I’m trying to play it off like I’m impressed-surprised, not annoyed-surprised.
I take another sip of my beer.
“Three,” he says as though they’re cats he’d gone down to the shelter to rescue. He pauses and looks at me like I’m supposed to ask him another question or say how cool he is.
“Was she angry after you bought the second Escalade?” I say, cocking my head thoughtfully to the side. I pour the rest of my beer down my throat and go to grab another from the refrigerator.
“Hey, get me one
of those?” he says to me. I turn to look at him and catch him staring at my ass. Typical. Serves me right for having a big ass, as if I have a choice in the matter.
I grab two beers and hand one to him. His fingers fumble with the metal tab. I don’t want to be responsible for this guy’s bad behavior if he’s already had too many.
“Are you sure you want that?” I ask, realizing I’m being a hypocrite. My fuck-it moment was the moment I decided that I’d try my very hardest to get drunk at this party. I’ve never done it before, but I can’t imagine it’s too difficult.
Drink alcohol.
Then keep doing it until you’re drunk.
“I’m good,” he says to me, “so anyway, what were we talking about?”
“Your cats,” I say, “you were telling me you have three of them.”
“Cats?” he says.
“Cars, I meant cars. Woo, maybe I’m the who’s had too many beers tonight,” I say. He just stares at me for a moment. I guess he didn’t like my joke.
“Yeah, so she was mad about it, but with my salary, I figure I can treat myself.”
“Riiiight,” I say, focusing hard on not rolling my eyes. I chug my beer for a second before I reconsider my options.
A fuck-it moment should be followed by not giving a fuck, but I do give a fuck. I can even afford a couple more like this guys and his high-priced sports utility vehicles. Good thing fucks are free. I slow down and put my beer on the countertop, sticky with a sheen of spilled beer, cranberry juice (I think it’s cranberry juice) and cigarette ashes.
“My boss was generous with the Christmas bonuses, but I was expecting it because I busted my ass this year,” car guy says, putting a hand on the corner of the counter. He’s a little too close for comfort, so I pull back. “I figure I’ll only have to work there for a few more years, then I want to start my own consultancy. We sign these non-competes, but my attorney tells me there’s a way to get around them so I can bring my clients over with me when I start my firm. I just want to have two million in the bank before I do my own thing though, just as a little safety net. I know it’s not much, but it’s not like I can work for someone else forever.”
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