by Rye Hart
I reached into my pocket and took out the small box. And before she turned to see what I was doing, I dropped to one knee. “What are you—Oh, Chance!” She put her hand to her heart and tears pooled in her eyes as they grew red.
“I love you, Carrie. Will you be my wife?” She was on her knees with me before I could finish, her arms wrapping around my shoulders and her mouth moving on mine.
She paused her kiss but did not pull away as she blurted her yes against my lips. We kissed for what seemed like minutes and then she pulled away, wiping her eyes and finally saw the ring.
“Oh, it’s gorgeous!” She held out her hand as I slipped the heavy ring on her slender finger.
“If it’s too much, I’ll get you a smaller one that you can wear daily.”
“No, it’s perfect!” She held her hand to her heart and then kissed me again. “Take me home,” she whispered against my neck. When I met her eyes, she gave me a smoldering look and licked her lips.
We hurried to the car where she straddled my lap, and we made out until we got to our house. I took her upstairs, and by the time we reached the top, we’d left a trail of clothes behind us.
She stood by the bed and waited as I climbed in and reached for her hand. I pulled her down with me, but she stopped at my hips, taking my cock with her ringed grip.
She leaned over and planted a soft kiss on my tip, then snaked her tongue out to roll it around my head. I hissed in a sharp breath as she let her teeth graze my shaft, and then a splash of hot precum hit her tongue causing her to moan.
She closed her mouth around me, and I reached down and put my hand on her hip, encouraging her to turn. “Straddle my face, angel. I want to lick that little slit of yours.” She did as I asked, and soon her bare little mound hovered above me. I stuck out my tongue and let it glide along her folds, parting them so I could get a taste deep inside her channel. I held her ass with one hand, moving her against me, and rubbed my thumb against her tender clit with the other.
She responded to my touch by going weak kneed, and her weight shifted as she came. I held her up, licking her deep and tasting her salty sweet nectar as it coated my tongue.
I rolled her over and pulled away, anxious to get inside my fiancé. I let the word sink in and knew my life was complete.
EPILOGUE - CARRIE
The aftershocks of my orgasm were still rolling through me when he pulled away and lay me on my side.
It was our first time as betrothed lovers, and I wanted it perfect. We were off to a good start.
I was still trembling as he rolled me onto my back and I let my legs fall open wide, so he could enter me. I needed to feel him filling me up, and I felt like such a lucky girl that he would be mine for the rest of our lives.
The past year had been so crazy with the move and my father’s surgery. Now that he’d finally recovered and was happy with his new life, I felt like I could breathe again and that it was time for me to live. The proposal couldn’t have come at a better time, and with me starting art school in the fall, it was going to be an exciting year.
His weight pressed against my hips and his cock sheathed itself inside me in one hard thrust. I’d gotten used to him over the past year and not many a day had gone by that we weren’t together.
He angled my hips, and his cock brushed against my most tender spot, and I squealed and whimpered, begging for more. “Don’t stop, please.” I dug my nails into his back as I bucked my hips upward and he growled out with pleasure. The heavy ring was going to take some getting used to, and I wondered just how many karats it was as my orgasm hit and wiped away all care from the world.
I was going to be his wife, and that was all that mattered. He rolled us over, and my legs found their place astride him, and I settled around his base, grinding to gain more pleasure.
I loved how thick his cock was, especially around his base, and I clenched my walls around him milking his cock, needing it to soak me. I reached around behind me and stroked his balls, lifting them against my ass, and he moaned.
“Fuck, you’re going to make me want inside that tight fucking hole.” He had taken my ass and had it trained to his cock almost as well as my pussy, and I ached at my core as I thought about him using it.
“What if I want it?”
His eyes met mine. “I don’t know if I could be gentle. I’m about to pound that sweet little slit of yours.”
“Mm. I’ll be your wife soon, so you can take me however you want.” He’d always been gentle with my ass, but I wanted more. I didn’t need him to treat me so tenderly. I wanted to feel desired, and I loved the way he was when he lost all restraint.
Something flashed in his eyes, and suddenly he scooted us to the end of the bed and lifted me up and placed me on my back against the bed. He pulled away, stroking his cock to keep it ready.
“Get on your hands and knees. Just like earlier.”
As I found my hands and knees on the soft bed, a strong hand slapped my ass cheek, and I whimpered as it stung. Then that same hand, still warm from the friction, came up against my mound, finding my clit.
“I hope you meant what you said, angel. Because I’m not going to be easy on your little ass.” His voice had always made me wet, and I felt a tickle in my pussy as he growled the words into my ear.
He spread my cheeks apart and licked my tight hole. Then his mouth went away and was replaced by his thick head which rubbed me up and down from my clit to my little star which was clenching from anticipation.
“Relax for me, Carrie.” He rubbed his cock against my hole, pressing it hard.
I gave up my resistance and his head pushed inside me, the thick rim of it spreading me wider. I winced at the pressure as it consumed me and then he began to rock forward, fucking my ass slowly.
My pussy dripped, still soaked from my orgasms and the building need as he thrust into me.
“I’m going to fill that pussy too.” I heard him reach inside the drawer by our bed and then a moment later the buzzing noise filled my ears. He stopped rocking inside my ass until he put the vibrator in place inside my channel. “Hold it there, angel. I’m going to take you harder now.”
The feeling of both of my holes being filled was so intense, and as he sped up his pace, I could feel my orgasm building. Chance gave me a few hard thrusts, and then he moaned as his cock poured into my ass. He kept right on pounding me, and I couldn’t hold the vibrator any longer. I dropped it, and it fell to the bed still buzzing as my juices dripped down my thighs and my face hit the bed.
Chance pulled out of me and lifted me up, carrying me to the shower where he adjusted the temperature and placed me under the soft, hot rain. Then he held me from behind and kissed me tenderly as his cock brushed up against my back.
“You’re amazing, angel. I can’t wait until you’re my wife and you have my name and my children.”
“You want children?” I’d been on the pill for years even though I was a virgin. I’d used it to regulate my periods, and I had never really considered babies.
“Yes, I want everything with you, Carrie. I’ve never wanted these things before you, and I don’t think I could have ever wanted them with anyone else.” He’d always made sure to let me know how special I was, and that those others had never compared to me. It was a sweet gesture, but unnecessary. I saw the way he loved me, and it was enough.
He cradled me in his arms and washed me, soaping up my breasts with a firm grip and then rubbing his soapy hand from my smooth mound to my tender ass. He paid special attention to that area and soon again, his cock hardened.
“Fuck, angel. I’m hard for you again.” He pressed his hips against me, and I moaned turning to face him.
“I’m always ready for you.” I was so horny from his hands rubbing me that I’d almost made the suggestion.
“Greedy girl. You want more don’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered.
“Good girl.” He grabbed my hips and aimed his cock at my soaked little slit, and soon w
e were at it again. I’d never get enough.
The End
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The Billionaire’s Princess
CHAPTER ONE
“The usual for you, Nico?” I asked, a smile plastered on my face as I poured his cup of coffee.
“Of course, Sophia. Please, and thank you,” the man said. “How you manage to remember my order every single time is beyond me. And it's very impressive given the fact that I only come in every few weeks.”
“Well, what can I say? Maybe it's just hard to forget a sharp dressed businessman like yourself,” I said with a wink.
Flirting with Nico – even though he was a bit older than me – was always fun. Harmless fun. Beyond knowing that he liked his eggs runny, his bacon crispy, and his toast lightly buttered, I actually knew very little about the man who came in wearing freshly pressed, expertly tailored suits and ties. Other than what he wanted for breakfast, the man was a complete mystery to me. I didn't even know his last name.
As I put in his order, I glanced up and noticed him watching me closely.
“How are your folks?” he asked. “I haven't seen your dad in here in a while.”
I cringed inwardly at the mention of my father. To be perfectly honest, things were not going well with him or my family. But that was a private, in-house matter. We weren't supposed to let anyone know what was going on behind the scenes.
“They're good,” I lied. “Everybody's good. Thanks for asking.”
“Really?” Nico asked, skepticism coloring his voice, his eyebrow raised.
“Really,” I said, smiling brightly as I turned away from him to make fresh coffee – and to avoid a gaze that seemed to see and know far too much; at least, more than I was comfortable with.
Still, even with my back turned to him, I felt Nico's eyes on me. He was watching me, studying me with those eyes that seemed to see through me. Although, I wasn't sure if he was watching me from a pure sociological perspective, or if he was just plain checking me out.
I decided that there was no way he was actually interested in me. He was, after all, almost twice my age. Even though he was very easy on the eyes, and always wore expensive-looking suits, he was always kind and respectful. He was also never demeaning or pervy with me either – which was a sharp contrast from some of the other business types who frequented the diner.
Nico was a gentleman, and was always on his best behavior, which, I appreciated.
“I don't buy it, Sophia,” he said finally.
“Buy what?” I asked, looking over my shoulder at him.
He looked up quickly and I saw his cheeks color slightly. Yeah, he certainly had been checking out my ass and got busted, which made my insides warm.
“That everything is fine,” he said, clearing his throat and trying to cover the fact that I'd just caught him staring at my backside. “I can tell when you're lying.”
With a sigh, I looked around and leaned forward on the counter – accidentally showing off my cleavage when I did so. Like the gentleman he was, Nico looked into my eyes – rather than at my chest – and I pitched my voice low, to be sure I wasn't overheard by anybody else.
“I'm swearing you to secrecy here, Nico,” I said. “I'm trusting you to keep this between the two of us.”
“You have my word, Sophia.”
And as I looked into his eyes, I knew I could trust him. I knew he wouldn't breathe a word of what I was about to tell him to another living soul without my say-so.
“Well, to be honest, I'm not sure how much longer the diner is going to be open ,” I said, biting my lip and keeping my voice low. “Next time you're passing through this way, it may be under new ownership. Or closed. Or turned into a McDonald's for all I know.”
“You're kidding me. Did you father sell the place?” Nico asked in a hushed voice.
Nico's dark eyes suddenly grew so very serious, a look of concern crossing his handsome features. His gaze filled with a compassion I wasn't expecting. After all, this was just a diner he stopped by once every couple of weeks. And if we closed up shop, I knew he could get his fix of morning grease and coffee anywhere else without a problem.
But he looked genuinely concerned, and as he looked at me, I couldn't help but stare into his eyes.
“Not exactly,” I said, straightening up, looking around again.
I knew I shouldn't be talking about our personal family business out in the open with just anyone – but Nico was always so nice and willing to listen. It was hard not to open up to him. And I knew I could trust him, that he wouldn't betray my confidence.
“More like we're losing it,” I said.
“Is that so?” he asked.
“Mmmhmm, sadly so,” I said, fighting back the emotion that welled up within me as I admitted it.
I didn't tell him why were on the verge of losing the diner. I didn't tell him about my father's gambling debt – that wasn't necessary and he didn't need to know that. Sunny Side Up Diner had been in my family for several generations. Growing up, it had always been my dream to own this little diner in the middle of the central valley. I used to think about all of the things I would do to put my own stamp on it – but also everything I'd leave exactly the same to honor the family tradition. I knew I could turn the diner into something bigger and better than it already was.
But that was apparently not to be. My dreams were going to remain just that – dreams. We were completely and utterly broke, and I honestly wasn't sure what would happen to any of us. Not that any of this was Nico's problem. I didn't want to bore him with our personal family struggles. Nor did I want to tell him that story – I feared that he might see me differently, or think of me as something lesser. And even though I might never see him again once we closed up shop, that was the last thing I wanted. I wanted to remember the way he looked at me, and the genuine kindness he'd always treated me with.
I left Nico to run back to the pass-through window to grab his food. We didn't serve up fancy dinner fare or anything, we specialized in just your basics, but we did that very well, and had for several generations. It was a fact the vast amount of people stopping in as they traveled between L.A and San Francisco regularly could testify to.
Eggs, bacon, toast, a side of pancakes, biscuits and gravy, all made from scratch with ingredients we got from the local farms. What made it special was that the meals we served up were made with recipes dating back to my great grandmother's day. She’d used ingredients and seasonings that weren't very common, and of course, the freshness couldn't be beat. That combination helped us serve up meals that really were mouth-watering.
Sunny Side Up was truly something special, and it had been for a long time. But soon enough, it would be gone.
Generations of hard, loving work flushed down the toilet because of my father. He had a sickness – an addiction he couldn't get under control. What made it even worse was the fact that he didn't ever seem to really try.
I left Nico alone to enjoy his food and spare him anymore of my sob story, but as I handed him his check, he grabbed my hand before I could pull it away. When most guys tried to pull that with me, they got a slap across the face. But I could tell that Nico wasn't trying to be forward or creepy – he was just trying to get me to look at him.
As I looked into his eyes, all I could think about was how damn handsome he was – even for a man twice my age. There was some graying around his temples, but it only added to his appeal, made him look even more distinguished and accomplished.
“When will your father be in?” he asked me.
“Oh, he's in the back, actually,” I said. “He's the one cooking today. Want me to grab him for you?”
“Yes, please,” Nico said, letting
go of my hand. “I'd love to have a word with him, if you don't mind.”
I had no idea what Nico would want to talk to my father about, I just hoped it wasn't about what I'd told him. My dad had hardly anything to do with the customers, and honestly, it was better that way. He stayed in the back, in front of the grill, where he was happiest. A surge of adrenaline shot through me when I poked my head into the kitchen and saw him standing there in front of the grill, listening to his talk radio, idly scraping the hot surface.
“A customer wants to speak with you, Dad.”
My father looked up as if waking from a trance. When his eyes settled on me, he looked taken aback. Or maybe just put out.
“Can't you handle it?” he grumbled.
“He specifically asked for you,” I said. “I don't know what he wants.”
My dad wasn't the most pleasant man around. In fact, most days, he wasn't fit for human interaction. He sighed as he tossed his spatula down and wiped his hands on his apron. He followed me through the door into the dining room, not saying a word the entire time.
There was a reason I worked the front of the diner and he remained in the back. My father wasn't very good with people – which might have been the understatement of the century. He was grumpy and irritable on a good day. Now, thanks to all of the pressure and stress he was under, it had only gotten worse., much worse. But, he'd brought it all upon himself.
We were all being made to suffer for his poor decisions. So, if anybody had a right to be upset and angry, it was me, and yet here I was every day with a damn smile on my face.
