by C. M. Steele
The door to my room was already open, so he stormed in, walked to the bed, and set me on my feet. His kiss came harder than before and I was feeling the twinge between my legs getting stronger. I pressed my thighs together for relief, but he had other ideas on that matter.
His hand slipped down in between my legs, lifting the hem of my skirt and stopping at my pussy. The pressure of his hand cupping my heat sent me over the edge, and I cried out against his shoulder. “Jacob,” I moaned.
“That’s what I want to see. Moan for me, baby. Give me all you have and I’ll give it all to you,” he whispered against my ear, his fingers pushed my panties to the side and he dipped his thumb in between my lips. I jumped in his arms as his finger pressed against my clit. I couldn’t even express the added pleasure that brought. No amount of BOB time could compare to this.
He pulled his fingers away and I wanted to pout, but I knew this was only the beginning. From the large bulge in his pants, I knew he needed relief, too. Jacob looked into my eyes with a wicked smile on his face. “Fuck, you look sexy after you come for me. It’s the only makeup you’ll need.”
I blushed because he made me feel beautiful, like truly beautiful. He lifted my dress over my head and tossed it on the floor. I wore a matching pink panty and bra set just in case, and the look on his face made the decision a great one. He looked hungry, ravenous as he looped a finger around each strap and pulled them down. That smile that promised so much hadn’t faded and those eyes were devilishly, demanding. I felt the air on my nipples, hardening them further. His stare was focused before he lowered his head and took my right breast into his hand while his heated mouth latched onto my peak. My back arched and my hands immediately went to his shoulders to stabilize myself. I was in trouble with this man.
“Take off your clothes and get on the bed, Harley,” he growled. Eagerly, I complied to his demands. Jacob tossed his suit jacket off and yanked his tie until he pulled it off. My eyes were glued to his hands as he roughly began to take off his clothes. That was a sight to behold.
Chapter 7
Jacob
Her body was bared to me and I marveled at her perfection. Nothing and no one could be as beautiful as her. I stood there, my cock throbbing in my pants, but admiring her was more important than coming. My eyes scanned her body from top to bottom and back again to her gorgeous face. I couldn't even fathom the strange need to take in that soft innocence that looked up at me.
My hands started to tremble as I unbuttoned my shirt. Methodically, I undid each one, trying to calm myself. I wasn’t a teenage boy, but my body was acting like it. She was hotter and sexier than I had ever envisioned, and she was mine. Pulling the bottom from my waistband, I got rid of another item of clothing. Today was the first day that I was annoyed getting dressed in a suit. This morning it took too long to get ready, and now there were too many damn layers. Getting impatient, I hastily removed everything but my boxer briefs. The tight fabric was barely containing my large cock that throbbed against it. I didn’t want to scare her away with the size of it.
I sat on the bed and ran my hand from her ankle slowly up to her throat. Her creamy skin had a sheen of sweat and I could feel her heated desire as I caressed her flesh. Her pulse was thumping out of control, just like mine. As anxious as I was, I needed to slow it down. My body was shaking with need, coming was all that I would do if my cock touched her pussy. I thought about baseball stats or how football season was around the corner and that my teams had great prospects this year. It barely calmed the pumping desire, but it was enough. Leaning down, I pressed my lips to hers, kissing her softy.
“Make love to me, Jacob,” she demanded. Moving between her legs, stretching them wide to fit my shoulders, I kissed her mound. “Jacob,” she squealed, trying to sit up in embarrassment. I pushed her back down and moved to her center.
“I’m going to eat your pussy, Harley. I want you screaming and ready for me before I take you. Stay still, I want your taste on my tongue and your cries in my ears.” She did as I ordered, but I could feel her body tense up, it was time to help her unwind. I parted her lips with my thumb and finger and licked her clit. She jumped, but I used my other arm and held her down. “Do you want to come, Harley?” I asked, looking up from her heat. Her pussy was soaking wet and I knew she wanted it but was nervous.
She nodded. “Say it, baby.”
“Yes, I do.”
“Okay, then relax. I’m going to make you come hard.” I pressed my lips to her clit and sucked. Harley’s hands clutched the sheets, fisting them for support as I licked her over and over. I slowed my strokes then sped them up, focusing on her movements. Her heels dug into the mattress and her hips lifted as an orgasm came from her body. Her juices filled my tongue, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I pushed a finger inside and felt her walls crush my knuckles. Fuck, my dick was going to choke in her depths and I couldn’t wait. I slipped off my boxer briefs, just as she lifted her head. Her eyes widened and her mouth parted slightly, which only caused more pre-cum to coat my tip and my hand. I climbed up her body, pressing my cock against her pussy lips and pushed slowly in, stretching her.
I kissed her mouth, letting her taste her flavor all over my tongue, and she lost control, her need was strong again. She naturally wrapped her legs around my waist and pushed my ass forward with her feet, forcing me past her innocence and claiming her as mine.
Chapter 8
Harley
The next morning, he woke up first, started a pot of coffee, and hit the shower. Afterward, he kissed me awake and sent me on in.
As soon as I was out and dressed, I met him in the kitchen. He’d just hung up his phone. He seemed antsy, so I asked him, “Where are we going?”
“The state office. We need to get a marriage license. I looked it up while I had three months to kill,” he said, handing me a cup of coffee.
“I’m surprised you didn’t have it all already planned,” I accused him, taking a sip and putting it down to add more sugar.
“Well, I thought I’d let you pick the finer details,” he replied with a smile. His face hardened a bit, then he added, “Truthfully, I couldn’t guarantee that you’d want me, so I had to wait until I asked.”
“You didn’t ask,” I countered, raising my brow at him in an attempt to chastise him, but he just gave me that wicked grin that turned me into a puddle of mush.
“Yes, I did. Remember when I was eating your pussy and you were begging for more?” How could I forget. I had my body contorted in all kinds of ways, loving the feel of his tongue fucking my pussy.
“Yes, but it was in a moment of weakness.”
“Sorry, no take backs. My baby is probably growing in you right now.”
“I wasn’t taking it back.”
“Good, because I’m not letting you go, Harley. This is forever,” he said, sending butterflies dancing in my belly. The state office was about five minutes away and the anticipation in me was building fast.
We were in and out of that office within minutes. We had three days to plan a wedding. Jacob wasn’t going to wait a day longer. He already had people on standby for décor and catering. It was up to me and what I wanted.
Before I knew what happened, three hours later, I was sitting with three different women looking at dresses and colors, and I was a mess.
Rachael walked in the room and dragged me from them. “Quick time,” she said, clapping her hands in front of my face. “What’s your favorite color?”
“Green,” I replied without thinking.
“What’s your favorite flower?” she asked quickly.
“Orchids,” I fired back.
“Okay, I’ll handle the arrangements and décor. Go try on the three dresses they picked for you. These Middleton boys are bossy, but at least Jacob adores you.”
I hugged her tightly. “Thank you.”
“Now, go hurry,” she said, pushing me away and smacking me on my ass to move.
“Speaking of bossy,” I grumbled, w
alking into the changing room. Every dress fit like a dream, but only one made me feel like a princess. It had that ball gown feel to it and it was something I never thought I would get to wear. It cut perfect at the waist and was well fitted to the breast line, then it rounded perfectly, cupping my boobs, accentuating my cleavage yet maintaining a certain level of elegance. I twirled in it several times before getting ready to take it off.
“Where is she?” Jacob called out, entering the only wedding shop in town.
“Changing, so get out.”
“I’ve seen her naked,” he informed all of them to my mortification.
“Yes, and you’re not supposed to see her in her wedding gown, so wait outside and she’ll be out in a few minutes.”
“Harley,” he shouted, calling out for me. I was slipping on my shorts when I heard his footsteps. Uh-oh, something must be wrong for him to be looking for me already. I hoped he didn’t change his mind.
Stepping out of the dressing room with my feet still bare, I said, “I’m right here. What’s wrong?”
He pulled me roughly into his arms, my chest hitting his. “What’s wrong? What’s wrong is that I missed you and you were supposed to be done an hour ago,” he complained, before dropping his head and taking my lips. I greedily ran my fingers through his hair and played with it, forgetting that we had an audience.
“Are you done in here? I want lunch,” he asked, looking a bit anxious.
“As soon as she tells me which dress,” Rachael said.
I whispered in her ear and she nodded. “Great choice.” Then Jacob tugged me along and out the door.
“Wait, wait. I need my shoes,” I screeched. Jacob halted, spun around without letting me go and Rachael had them in her hands ready for me. “Thanks.”
“Have fun,” she said, trying to hold back a laugh. Jacob bent down and slipped them on for me, then continued his mission to get me out of this place.
We were in the car and driving away from the food places. “I thought you wanted lunch?”
“I do have lunch prepared, but I didn’t say where we’re eating it.” He drove to an isolated part of the river bank behind my house. It was a beautiful spot where I would sit and read in the summer. We got out of the car and he went to the trunk. He pulled out a large basket and I smiled. A picnic in my favorite spot, this man was becoming too perfect. There was a blanket and several pillows strewn about. I recognized them as the ones from the hotel.
“I’m going to have to tell my boss about you stealing blankets from the hotel,” I teased.
“Please don’t. I’ll do anything for you to keep quiet,” he begged, brushing his lips against mine.
“Really? Anything?” I whispered against his jaw line, licking his scruff.
“Yes,” he panted, his cock pressing against my body. It was so hard and full. I wanted it. My hand reached between us, running my fingers over his length. “He can keep you quiet.”
“Let’s see,” I muttered, lowering myself to my knees. No one could see us unless they were looking out the back window, and even then, it would be a silhouette. I tugged on his pants, pulling his cock out and slipping my tongue around the crown. I tasted his salty wetness. He moaned as I took his cock deeper into my mouth.
His hands pulled on my hair and his hips started rocking forward. He felt so velvety smooth and tasted so good that my pussy was throbbing double time. I started rocking my hips, needing to find my own release. Before I could make him come, he pulled out of my mouth, lifted me to my feet, and made quick work of my clothes, then he lowered me onto the blanket. With his hand pressed against the back of my thigh, he thrust inside of me.
“Jacob, I love you,” I whispered against his lips. He looked down into my eyes, giving me a penetrating stare.
“I love you, Harley,” he answered as he willed my body to his command. I felt my heat pulsing and throbbing, and with his next thrust, I came, squeezing him and making him come, too.
Chapter 9
Jacob
It was a small intimate wedding. My parents and a few family members made it to the rushed wedding. It didn’t matter who showed up except the officiant, the two witnesses, and my bride. That’s all I needed, but I did appreciate everyone coming.
“Hello, Harley,” my mother said. “We didn’t get a chance to meet before the wedding, but I wanted to introduce myself since my son forgot his manners. I’m Diana Middleton.”
“It’s wonderful to finally meet you,” Harley replied nervously, which was something that made my mother smile. They chatted for a moment before my mother asked to have a private word with me. We stepped into the men’s dressing area. “Yes, mother?”
“I like her. At first I was scared, but right off the bat I saw that she was sincerely sweet.”
“Mom, I hunted her down.”
“Yes, your brothers told me when we arrived. I watched her through the entire ceremony and she wasn’t comfortable with the limelight on her. And she has a genuine smile. Everything about her tells me she’s a good, wholesome girl.”
“She is, mother. Or rather she was,” I teased.
“So when are you two coming back home?” I had a feeling that my mother was going to be harassing Harley because she didn’t have a daughter to spoil.
“I want to spend some time with her and help her gather her things. Then I have something special planned so we won’t be back for a week.”
“Wonderful. Does your new house have a nursery?” My mother had no shame at all. She arched her brow at me, knowing damn well that I nearly turned purple in embarrassment, but I calmed the flush before it got bad.
“It will once we get back. She doesn’t know it yet, but I won’t let her work unless it’s at the company.”
“Your daddy taught you right.”
“Yep, and I promise to keep her as happy as possible.”
“That’s because you know better. Your father will tan your hide if you even think twice of mistreating a woman.” My mother looked toward Joe and Rachael. “Speaking of, what’s going on with those two? It’s looking like World War Three is about to erupt.”
“Beats me and Joe. He doesn’t know why she hates him so much.”
“Well, I’m going to break it up and get the scoop. Just a reminder, I want lots of grandbabies.”
“I’ll do my best,” I laughed. She shook her head and walked brazenly up to those two rabid dogs.
Harley’s grandmother, Rose, made it here. She only stayed for the ceremony and to congratulate us before she had to retire for the night, but she did give me a warning. Her expression went from a sweet smile to a “don’t try me” face. “If you ever hurt her while I’m alive, I’ll die just to haunt your ass.” Then, once she spoke her peace, she was all sweet old lady again. I shook my head at the woman. I liked her. I didn’t tell Harley, but I talked to Rose privately and invited her to come live with us. It was what Harley told me she wanted. I called in a service to get her specialized care at our home, although she didn’t need that much help. Rose was a strong woman who had fallen and broke her hip. With Harley having to work, she couldn’t care for Rose on her own, so she was at a nursing home for the time being.
We danced around for an hour, but I was more than done and so was my sweet wife. “How are you doing, my love?” I asked while nibbling on her ear as she sat on my lap.
“I’m doing wonderful. How are you?” she asked, running her hands under my tux, brushing her fingers over my chest. A low growl rumbled from my chest.
“Perfect. I can’t wait to take you home,” I muttered against her neck, kissing her soft skin.
“When is our flight?” she asked, breathily.
I ran my hand down the front of her dress until I reached the hem, lifting it up; my actions hidden by our table. “Tomorrow morning. Is everything packed that you want my brothers to take?”
“For now, yes.”
“We’ll come back and pick up the rest later. The fridge has been emptied and I’m ready to go back home
.”
“Hey, I know this is silly, but since Rachael is staying at a month to month apartment, why doesn’t she just move into the house?”
“I didn’t think of that, love. That’s a good idea and I’m sure while she’s working on the hotel she’ll like a place much closer with a bit more privacy. How about we ask her now and then split? We’ve got a long day tomorrow.”
“Absolutely.”
I took her over to Rachael, who seemed to be having a good time talking to Julian. I searched for Joe, and he was off having a conversation with his assistant, Roxie. After explaining the option to Rachael, she accepted it. We would leave the keys at the front desk for her on our way to the airport.
“Come, Mrs. Middleton. I have a wonderful night planned for us.”
“And I look forward to it.”
We got back to her house, and I barely waited until I closed the front door to pounce. The dress was beautiful, too bad it had to go. I tore it at the seams, revealing her breasts and the fact that she hadn’t been wearing a bra. They were tempting all freaking day the way they pushed out of her bodice. Her tits had been a pleasurable torment and my cock was about to explode from ogling those bad boys the entire time. I pulled the fabric to the floor, then dropped to my knees. I need her freshly married pussy on my face. The lace panties were a sexy touch, but were joining the dress with one tug.
"I’m unbelievably glad you didn't attack me at the hotel," she teased. “I’d have nothing to wear out of there.”
"Tell me about it. The manager's office was fucking tempting me all night. I wanted to pull you in there and do you hard against the desk like I wanted to.”
“Maybe before we go?” she offered.
“We do need to drop off the keys,” I said with a smile and thoughts of her body pressed against the wood as I towered over her driving my cock into her. I needed her to come because I was going to be fast as fuck. I slid my fingers against her slit, rubbing her and making her cream. Her pussy was sopping wet. I tilted my head up and licked her cunt. Her legs were spread out above me as I slid my legs apart, bringing me under her. I cupped her ass and munched on her pussy like a man who had been starving. Her knees bent as she tried to fuck my face.
