by Ella Fox
Ryan took the opportunity to give me a quick kiss, one that left me wanting more.
“I told you my family would love you. Now we just have to worry about me meeting your dad. What if he hates me and shows up with a shotgun demanding I leave his daughter alone?”
I laughed and elbowed him in the stomach. “Oh, hush. My dad will surprise you,” I assured him. “He raised me to go with my gut and trust my instincts. The very fact that I feel so strongly about you will earn you his favor before he ever says a word to you.”
“Yeah?”
It was sweet that he was worried.
“Absolutely,” I murmured. “Trust me on this.”
He pulled me in close and hugged me. “That’s good since you might be growing a little version of us in there even as we speak. If you aren’t yet, you will be soon. I’ve got more than enough to keep you full of me for years to come.”
My nipples pebbled as I shivered. Why was that so hot?
“Mm,” he growled, “I love the way that turns you on. Just wait until I get you home.”
I smiled as I relaxed against him. We’d decided to spend the night at my house, followed by two nights at his. On the drive to dinner, Ryan had point blank asked what the terms of my lease were. When I told him I’d been living in my apartment for so many years that I was on a month-to-month lease, he lit up.
“You’ll be out of there in no time,” he said confidently.
Chapter Eight
I woke up with a groan, my heart already racing. This was because my woman was bobbing up and down on my cock. My low sex drive was a thing of the past. It was quite clear all I’d ever needed was Julia. With her, I was perpetually hard and always ready to go. We’d been living together for two weeks, and each day was better than the one before. I loved everything about her.
My voice was raspy as I called out to her. “Sweetheart,” I murmured. “Your mouth feels so good.”
She responded by bringing her head up and sliding her tongue around my aching tip. Fuck, she knew how much I loved that.
Opening my eyes, I looked down to the perfection that was between my thighs. My already hard cock swelled even more at the barely visible sight of Julia’s naked body. It was still dark out, the only light in the room being from the reflection of the moon.
“Mm,” she moaned, as she took me in until the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat.
I fisted the sheets, arching my back as I growled her name.
“You’ve got me right on the edge,” I warned. “Judging by how wet my cock feels, I know you’ve been playing with me for a while.”
Her eyes were playful and she nodded, her mouth still crammed full of my dick.
“We don’t waste this cum, do we baby?”
Her eyes were full of heat as she shook her head.
“That’s right,” I rasped. “You don’t get to swallow until you’re pregnant. After that you can have all the cum you want—until it’s time for me to knock you up again.”
I’d figured out early that my woman loved dirty talk. The way she picked up speed on my cock told me she was turned on and ready.
“Climb up here and milk my big dick with your tight pussy,” I ordered.
She moaned as she popped off my dick and maneuvered her way above me. When she was in position she fisted my cock and held me in place as she slowly started to take it in. She went slow, sliding down one inch at a time. When her bottom finally touched down, I was half crazy. Her inner muscles clenched around me as she leaned forward and kissed me.
“Good morning,” she said sweetly.
I wrapped my arms around her back and held her to me tight as I rocked up into her.
“With you, it’s always a good morning,” I answered.
We took it slow, kissing passionately as we ran our hands all over each other. I’d never been a morning person before Julia—but once I had her, I greeted every day with a giant fucking smile. There was nothing I hadn’t changed for her, including my schedule. When I went back to work after our weeklong vacation – or, as we called it, our sex-a-thon—I started working at six in the morning until two in the afternoon. I also delegated a hell of a lot more. I didn’t care about money anymore, either. I had enough to support us and a busload full of children for the rest of our lives. The only thing I cared about working for anymore was Julia.
We continued rocking against each other slowly, until she made the little noise low in her throat that I knew meant she needed more. Flipping us over so that she was on the bottom, I told her to wrap her legs around my waist. Bracing myself over her, I picked up the pace. My eyes were glued to where we were joined as she slid her hand between us and began working her clit.
Something about watching her fingers working while I pounded in and out of her tight pussy drove me nuts.
She tightened up around me, her legs locking up at my waist as she started chanting my name.
“Ryan… Ryan… Ryan,” she cried breathlessly. “I’m there!”
The second her little pussy seized up around me and I felt a surge of her wetness, I let go. I yelled her name as I filled her with cum, fucking into her hard as she met me thrust for thrust.
“Take it,” I rasped. “Take it all.”
When we were both spent, I collapsed onto her for a few seconds before carefully pulling out as I tried to leave as much cum inside of her as possible.
Looking over at the clock, I grinned. Four-thirty in the morning had never felt so damn good. I set my head on the pillow next to hers, and then took her hand in mine. Raising it to my lips, I kissed her wrist.
“I need to tell you something important,” I murmured.
Her head turned towards mine quickly.
“Is everything okay?”
I nodded, kissing her wrist again. “Everything is better than okay,” I assured her. “But I can’t wait one more second to tell you how much I love you.”
Her smile lit up her entire face. She gave my fingers a squeeze as she sighed happily. “I love you, too. So much.”
I leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips.
“There’s one more thing,” I continued when I pulled back.
Her brows went up. “There’s more?”
Letting go of her hand, I sat up and turned away. Yanking open my bedside drawer, I pulled out an instantly recognizable blue jewelry box and faced her again.
“There’s more,” I grinned. “Julia Kaye, will you marry me?”
She sat up fast, throwing herself into my arms as she cried.
“Yes, yes, yes!”
What a way to start the day, and our life together. Later on, we figured out we’d probably started something else that day as well.
Nine months later our daughter Luna was born.
Epilogue
Emmett’s eyes flew to mine when he opened his cake box.
“This is… wow, Aunt Julia. It’s perfect. I can’t believe you remembered.”
I smiled through my tears as I hugged him. “Of course I remembered your bots cake,” I teased.
It was hard to believe almost fifteen years had passed since the door to Sweet Like Candy opened, and I met the man who changed my life. None of that ever would’ve happened if Emmett hadn’t been so adamant about having a custom-made robot cake. I’d made him more than a dozen cakes throughout the years, but this one was extra special because it marked the beginning of a new journey for him. The following morning, he was leaving for college. It was only ninety minutes away, but to his parents, Ryan and I, it was massive.
“Oh Lordie,” my daughter Jessa laughed, “is Mom crying?”
I stepped back from Emmett and held my fingers a teeny bit apart. “Maybe just a little,” I admitted.
“Just a little like Daddy cried when Luna graduated middle school? Or like you cried when Rosalie announced she was pregnant?”
I sniffle-laughed as I shook my head. “Both,” I admitted.
The kids both kissed me on the cheek before Emmett turned and
took his robot cake into the kitchen. Jessa trailed along after him, bragging about how she’d helped me make the cake. I watched them go with a full heart and a smile.
Our families were so close and so intertwined. Ryan and I had four children: Luna, Jessa, Mason, and Kerri, while Jamie and Harrison had gone all the way with the Twilight theme. After Rosalie, Alice, Emmett, Jasper, Edward and Bella were born, she’d even gone back for one more, giving birth to Charlie. We joked that our kids were their own kind of gang, and we all loved it.
My body lit up when my husband came and wrapped his arms around me from behind. Relaxing into him, I sighed when he pushed my hair to the side and kissed my neck.
“What’s this I hear about my woman crying?” he asked.
I shook my head as I turned in his arms. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I smiled up at him.
“Happy tears,” I assured him.
“You sure?”
I nodded. “I promise.”
“Good,” he said gruffly. “You know I hate seeing you sad.”
He did, too. There was nothing he wouldn’t do to make me happy, and I was the same with him. It was why our marriage worked the way it did.
“You could kiss me and make it all better,” I said softly.
He grinned as he leaned in and did just that.
Fifteen years and four children later, every part of me still lit up for him. It didn’t get any better than that.
Sin’s Temptation Excerpt
Sin’s Temptation
An Erotic Intentions Novella
Copyright 2017 Ella Fox
Chapter One
“Even though this piece is about your business success, I’d be remiss if I didn’t ask you some personal questions.”
I was lucky the interview was being conducted over the phone and not face-to-face because it meant I could roll my eyes.
“Fire away.”
“I can find no record of you having a steady girlfriend, at least not since you became a success…”
I waited, not surprised when there was no elaboration. Interviewers loved to ask leading questions. I didn't fall for that shit.
“That isn’t a question,” I said dryly.
“Oh! Well…” the reporter on the other end of the line spluttered for a few seconds, seemingly unable to think of how to frame his question.
I let him flounder. Cruel? Maybe. I didn’t care. I wasn’t about to help him. People were nosy as fuck, and I thought the question was completely unnecessary. The only reason anyone gave a damn about my relationship status was due to my wealth. If I were a janitor, no one would have cared.
“What I’m trying to ask is, do you have a girlfriend?”
I couldn’t contain my snort. “No,” I answered unapologetically.
“Is there a particular reason why?”
Again, I rolled my eyes. I loathed the way people felt entitled to dig in for answers to stupid questions.
“This is where you want me to say something along the lines of I haven’t met the right woman yet,” I snickered. “Sorry to disappoint but that isn’t the case with me. I don’t do relationships because I think it would be shitty to let someone believe for even a second it might lead to marriage.”
I shuddered as I said it. The concept of marriage made me seriously uncomfortable. Agreeing to commit to one woman for the rest of my life? Not fucking happening. I’d never met anyone I wanted to spend a month with, much less a lifetime.
“You’re anti-marriage?” the reporter queried.
“Not for anyone who wants that life,” I answered. “It just isn’t for me.”
I’d seen the dark side of marriage, knew all too well what the fallout looked like. To the depths of my soul, I had no desire for it, and I didn’t believe for a second that anything or anyone would ever change my outlook. I was successful beyond my wildest dreams, and I wasn’t dependent upon or beholden to anyone other than myself. I was in control and I damn sure planned to stay solo. Besides—I liked variety.
“In your position, I wouldn’t want to settle down either,” he said enviously. “You’ve got it damn good.”
My lips quirked and I nodded to myself. It was the most accurate thing he’d said since we’d gotten on the phone.
“Life is great,” I confirmed.
The interview concluded shortly after that. With it behind me, I was able to relax and focus on the drive. Twenty minutes later my system was cranking Guns n’ Roses ‘Paradise City’ as I guided my black Range Rover into a parking spot at the rear of my store, Erotic Bent. It was a beautiful day, and I’d rather have been working at my record store by the sea than at the sex shop, but digging through vinyl wasn’t on the agenda. Instead, I’d just driven for a bit less than two hours to get from Malibu to Riverside.
The online component of my business made up for almost three-quarters of my yearly earnings, but the brick and mortar stores were still significant. I owned ten shops in Southern California, which meant sometimes I had no choice but to make those shitty drives. I cared about my company, and I wanted my employees to know I was hands-on.
Still, I wasn’t excited about having to spend the day sitting with my accountant to go over financials for a yearly internal review. The saving grace was that if all went according to plan, it would be my only face-to-face interaction with him until he generated his report.
My chief bookkeeper could've handled it, but I liked to make sure everyone knew who was in charge. People assumed it was easy being as successful as I was since in a lot of ways my products sold themselves. They couldn’t have been more wrong. I’d never been one to sit on my laurels, and I didn’t see obscene wealth as an excuse to be lazy. As a thirty-four-year-old billionaire, I could’ve sold or delegated everything, but I hadn’t. I’d gotten to where I was with a lot of hard work, and I was proud of it. Work was my one long-term commitment, and I was fine devoting my life to it.
After getting myself in the right frame of mind to look at numbers all day, I turned off the engine and climbed out of the car. Closing the door behind me, I clicked my key fob to arm the system and then headed into the store. It was just after ten in the morning, which was a busy time. Peopled tended to assume that sex stores saw the most action at night, but that wasn’t the case. The morning was when most people found it easiest to sneak off to buy their sex toys.
In ninety percent of the marriages I knew of that were sexless (or damn near so) involved either the wife withholding sex or the husband completely ignored his partner—something our clientele reflected. We did a brisk business with unsatisfied suburban moms. They came in once the husband left for work and the kids were in school, looking for something to end the monotony of being neglected sexually by their man. They came in for plastic fantastic, and sometimes, if there were a connection, I’d give them the real thing. After it was over, I’d leave and never contact them again, which was just what we both wanted.
The narrative about women not wanting one night—or one afternoon—is dead wrong. It isn’t just men who have needs. There’s no one more willing to have it be a one-time thing than a woman who just wants to be touched. I aimed to please, and quite often they rode me like they were auditioning for the rodeo after they sucked my dick like their last name was Hoover. I was of the opinion that if their husbands didn’t want someone else to be giving their woman dick, they needed to get the fuck on it and do it themselves. I might have been anti-commitment, but I enjoyed women and took tremendous pleasure in making them happy.
When I entered the store, I stopped at the end of the dildo aisle, grinning when my eyes settled on an attractive woman tracing her finger over a package containing Big Barry. Barry was a nine-inch long, wrist-thick cock that drove women wild. My attention stayed on her as she licked her lips, her fascination with Big Barry more than evident.
It was as I started walking toward the bored housewife that I saw my fork in the road.
I’d taken maybe two steps when I realized there was someone on the oth
er side of the woman holding Big Barry. Said woman instantly faded away as my eyes trailed hungrily over the features of a girl holding a five-inch suction-cupped cock in her hand. The pounding of my heart thudded in my ears like the sound of waves crashing onto the beach. Anxious to see the rest of her, I stepped to the side so that the woman I’d been intent on talking to, the one who had instantly become an inconvenience, was no longer blocking my line of sight.
The instant I could see the girl from head to toe, my cock went solid. Never in my life had the blood left my fucking head this fast. It was so abrupt I was dizzy for several seconds.
She was one of those girls—you know the ones. At first glance, they look old enough to get into the club, but on closer examination, you realize they’re jailbait. I’d have been completely oblivious to it if she hadn’t been wearing the uniform for public school students in California.
Somehow she made the khaki skirt look sexy as hell. Even her simple white polo shirt looked good. Her lustrous dark hair was in a ponytail that fell to just below her bra line. My eyes traveled hungrily over her neck as I grappled with a damn near overwhelming desire to bite and suck on the sensitive skin there, knowing it would make her wet. I couldn’t get over just how stunning she was, and I was only seeing half of her.
The side of her face I could see was perfection; flawless skin with puffy pink lips that I knew would look oh-so-fucking-good wrapped around my cock. The hunger I felt for her was instantaneous and all consuming. I was desperate to touch, to taste, and to devour her.
