by M. K. Moore
“I don’t really gamble.”
“Well, let’s get you out of your comfort zone,” I say taking his big hand in my much smaller hand and lead him to my favorite slot machine. Triple Cherry is where it’s at. I put one of the twenty’s I got from the ATM and place my bet. I am sitting in a chair in front of the machine and he stands behind me. His hand is on my shoulder. When I push the button, I watch the screen change to three matching bars, winning twenty-five dollars. I place a maximum bet and take his hand in mine. I guide us to the button and using our joined hands, I push it again. I am in shock as the three cherries show up. The machine screams and lights go off. I am not one hundred percent sure of the payout until an attendant comes over to cash me out. I am in awe as the printout shows fifty thousand dollars.
“Oh my God, Rickey,” I say jumping up and into his arms. He holds me and laughs with me.
I have never won so much before, so I didn’t know that the procedure is to wire the money into my account. I am a little bit high on the win, when I suggest we go back to my place.
“That sounds like a good idea, baby,” he says leaning closer to me. I can feel his hard cock dig into my hip, and I grin. I love that I do this to him.
Tonight is the night. I am going to give myself to him.
I just hope he wants to keep me.
4
Emmerich
I had every intention of claiming her tonight, but she has a little bit too much to drink. She fell asleep on the Uber ride back to her place. Besides, Frierdich tagged along to crash on her couch since there was no way any of us would be driving. I figure we have the rest of our lives together. What’s one more night. While Friedrich immediately passes out on her couch, I carry my sleeping beauty to her bed. I am not sure if I should I strip her out of her dress or not. In the end, I do. I pull some pajamas from a pile of clean laundry that she hasn’t put away yet. I pull her heels off and shimmy the pants on her. I pull her dress off of her and then her bra. Then I put a tank top on her and cover her up. I strip down to my boxers and climb into bed with her. She snuggles up to me in her sleep and I relish it. In the morning, I wake to the smell of bacon and something else I don’t recognize. I pull on my tux pants and head out into the kitchen/living room. I am pleased to see that Friedrich is already gone, seeing as my girl is still wearing the tiny shirt, I put her in last night.
“Good morning, Rickey,” she says as if she wasn’t three sheets to the wind last night.
“You are up early,” I say needlessly.
“I am always up this early. It’s a hazard of being on TV. Filming days start at four in the morning. Are you hungry?”
“For you?” I ask.
“I meant for food,” she says, laughing at me.
“Sure. What did you make?”
“Eggs a la Savannah with bacon and homemade raspberry jam.”
“Raspberry is my favorite,” I say honestly.
“Well, that is lucky. It’s mine too and happens to be a specialty of mine.”
“I can’t wait to taste it,” I say pulling out one of the barstools around her center island. She smiles at me and sets a plate in front of me. “Eggs a la Savannah is what exactly?” I ask.
“A breakfast quiche with a savory secret sauce,” she says winking at me. That sauce is the scent that I don’t recognize. She hands me a fork and looks at me expectantly. I fork up some egg and take a bite. It practically melts in my mouth.
“This is fucking delicious,” I say shoveling more of it into my mouth. If she keeps feeding me like this, I am going to have to go to the gym twice a day.
“Thank you,” she says blushing.
“Is there more?” I ask after finishing the first helping she gave me.
“Yes.” She dishes up some more.
“Thank you. What are you doing today?”
“No plans. I am technically on vacation. I have a morning show in the morning, but otherwise free for two whole glorious weeks.”
“How about coming to the factory with me today?”
“Really?” she asks excitedly.
“Yes. I want to show you around.”
“I would love that. Can we go now? I can be ready in ten minutes, probably less.”
“I have to run by my house to change, but yeah we can go now,” I say chuckling.
The whole way to my house, I am distracted. I know I should be paying attention to the road, but I am focusing on my girl. She is wearing a knee-length dress with thin straps and a pair of flip flops.
Forty minutes later, I park in my spot in front of the factory. My office is on the top floor, but for now, I am going to going to give her a guided tour of the factory.
Since it’s Sunday, there is only a skeleton crew. They are just monitoring the ice cream machines. Packaging is done Monday thru Saturday.
“I am so excited. This kind of stuff fascinates me,” she says practically skipping.
“I am so glad.” Our hands are entwined, and I am never letting her go.
“We only use the finest quality in our ingredients. These are some of continuous freezers we use. We have ten rooms that look like this one.” It’s wall to wall machines.
“What about the mixing? Where is that done. I don’t mean share the recipe with me, I just want to see how you do it.”
“Sure, that’s just down the hallway.”
“I have an idea.”
“I am all ears,” I reply leading her.
“I want to do a reality show here. Like the day to day operations. I’d come in and learn every aspect. There is still stuff I would need to work out with the network, but what do you think?”
“I love it. I am sure my parent’s and my brother will be too.”
“Really? Awesome. Okay. Show me more.”
We finish the tour by going to the tasting room. The walk-in freezer is stocked to the gills with each of the twenty-seven flavors.
“What would you like?”
“Since I can’t get the candy canes, I’ll take chocolate.”
“Coming right up.” A plan starts to form as I scoop up some chocolate for her and strawberry for me.
“Where is your office?” she asks taking a long lick of her cone. Fuck. My cock hardens at the completely innocent yet lewd act.
“Upstairs. Would you like to see it?”
“Yes,” she says simply.
Ice cream in hand, I lead her to the elevator. Hitting the button, up we go. My office is neat and tidy, with a large desk and two sofas in the center of the room that face each other. She sits on the couch, kicks her shoes off and crosses her legs. She makes my mouth water. She finished her ice cream cone on the way up and now she’s in my space, looking like she wants more than a friendly chat and I am going to give her what we both want.
5
Savannah
I want this. I need this. I need him. I have craved it since the second we met, but for whatever reason the timing wasn’t right, but it is now. He stalks toward me and for some reason, I stand. Our lips meet in a clashing of teeth and tongue. His t-shirt is gone in an instant and I don’t know how it happened. My dress is gone, and my panties are no match for his strong grip as he rips them off of me. I gasp and feel myself getting wetter and wetter as each second passes. I fall backwards on the couch and watch as he takes his jeans off. That cock is a shock every time I see it.
Gripping his cock, I stroke it up and down. It’s huge and hard. It’s an angry purple color and I want it inside me, making me come. Making me his. He kisses down my body and then buries his face in my soaking wet pussy.
“Fuck. You taste even better than last time,” he groans, and I grin. It doesn’t take long. I am coming before I even know what hit me. He lines himself up with my opening and leans down to kiss me again. I love his lips on mine.
“I love you,” he says surprising me. He doesn’t move or say anything. I get the feeling he won’t either, not until I reply. Good thing I love him too.
“I love you too,” I
reply, and he grins beginning to move slowly into me. I need more, much more, so I push my hips forward and take him inside of me. He breaks through my virginity, which hurts, but I don’t care. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I spur him on. He fucks into me over and over. My thighs quake as I come. He kisses me again, moving down my chest, he takes my nipple into his mouth, biting it gently. I scream his name as I come again. I didn’t even know that could happen. I feel him come inside of me, his cock twitching. All I can think about is having his babies. Lots and lots of babies right along with lots and lots of practice. I will never get enough of this. I wince when he pulls out of me. He notices and touches my cheek. More than anything, I want him back inside me.
“I am sorry, baby. I had no idea. I should have made this first time better for you,” he says.
“That was perfect. Really,” I tell him. I couldn’t have asked for a more satisfying first time.
“Let’s get you home,” he says.
“Stay with me?” I ask, not wanting this to end.
“Forever, Savannah. Forever.” The way he says it tells me all I need to know. This is real. This is going to be everything. It’s crazy fast but I am going with it.
I don’t know how it happened but going to the beach the other day changed my life in the best possible way. I’ve fallen in love with a man. The first man who didn’t make me question everything about him. Sometimes the first man you notice is the right man and that shouldn’t be taken for granted.
I love this man with my whole heart, and I can’t wait to see what the future holds.
6
Emmerich
I love that she was pure for me and me for her. Though I never expected that, she’s too damn beautiful. This is what forever is made of. Leaving the office, I take her back to my place. Once in bed, I make love to her all night long. Falling asleep with her in my arms after thoroughly loving her was amazing.
The plan I was formulating earlier is starting to come together. In the morning, I head into work while Savvy heads to the morning show is doing today, As soon as I get into the office, I call Rob, the head of Research and Development. I get him working on an improved version of Candy Cane Delight. I have an epic plan in mind. Leaving my office, I go across the hall to my dad’s.
“Hello, son,” he says looking up from his computer.
“Hi dad. I need to talk to you,” I say sitting in one of the chairs opposite his desk.
“What’s up?”
“Two things. Savannah would like to do a reality show here in the factory. I told her I needed to talk to you about it.”
“That could be good for business,” he says smiling. “I say go for it. And the second thing?”
“I need Grandma Tresoro’s engagement ring,” I say after taking a deep breath. He opens his desk drawer and sets an old ring box in front of me. “You keep it in the office?”
“Of course not. I went and got it out of the safety deposit box this morning. I saw the way you were looking at her on Saturday night. I figured you’d be asking me sooner rather than later.”
“I love her, dad. I didn’t think I’d ever love someone the way I love her.”
“That is the way it should be. Nothing else should even factor in. You do whatever it takes to get the one you love,” he says smiling.
“Thanks dad. I also pulled Candy Cane Delight back into production. I have an idea and I think it will do much better this time around.”
I don’t add that I think it will do better because of her, but I think he knows that anyway. I spend the rest of the day working on my plan and not on any actual work.
At noon she calls me. I smile when I answer.
“Hey baby. How was the show?”
“Really good. They made me an offer.”
“An offer?”
“To be a co-host.”
“Wow, baby. Is that something you want?”
“Yeah. I think it is. Local news was never on my radar, but I think that is where I want to be. The other shows will work around me, which is perfect.”
“Congratulations. We should celebrate tonight. I will be home around five. Meet me at my place.”
“I’ll make dinner.”
“That sounds good. What are you thinking?”
“Steak and all the fixings?” she asks, looking for my input.
“Perfect. I love you,” I say.
“I love you too,” she says hanging up.
For a long time, I stare at the phone. She is absolutely perfect for me. I can’t pinpoint exactly why, but I know in my soul, she’s mine. Her curves, and her personality are just icing on the cake. I can’t wait to ask her to be mine. Not that I’ll give her a chance to say no.
It should be interesting.
7
Savannah
I haven’t left his house in three whole days. I think it’s safe to say that I live here now. The blindfold over my eyes is confusing and I am freezing, but Emmerich says this will be a fun surprise. Did I mention that I hate surprises?
“Are you ready, Savvy?” he whispers in my ear before kissing my neck.
“Yes,” I breathe. He has me wet already and the blindfold only intensifies that. Geez, I wonder if he is into kinky stuff. I could be for him.
He places something cold and round in my hands and then removes the blindfold. Looking down I see a ring sticking out of a pint of ice cream. Not just any ice cream. It’s Candy Cane Delight. I squeal, forgetting about the ring for a minute, until I look at him and see that’s he’s down on one knee. My mind goes blank.
“Savannah Hayley Echols, will you marry me?” I don’t even hesitate, tears are streaming down my face. Remembering Eralandis' advice, I follow my heart. The heart that chose him the second I looked up at his imposing form on the beach.
“Yes.” He slides the ring on my finger and it’s a perfect fit. “Is this Candy Cane Delight?” I ask, curious.
“No. It has a new flavor and even more candy cane then before. We are going to sell it from Black Friday to Christmas Eve.
“What’s it called now?" I ask. I have to know.
“Savannah’s Dream,” he says quietly. He shows me the new label and it’s pink and black, my favorite colors. I have never felt so...cherished before.
“I love you,” I say kissing him.
“I love you, too. More than I ever thought possible.” I smile at that and kiss him again, but right now I need to eat this. It looks so fucking good.
“I need a spoon. It's been so long since I’ve had this deliciousness.” I am so excited about this. Is that sad? Excited about ice cream… is that a thing adult do? Oh, well. I don’t care. This is my jam.
“I’ve got you covered,” he says pulling a spoon out of his pocket. He spoons up a bite and feeds it to me. I moan, savoring the flavors. After every bite, he kisses me then removes one article of clothing from each of us. About halfway through the pint, I am so wet and achy that I refuse any more. He sets it down and runs his cold fingers down my chest before hitting my pussy. My clit is throbbing, needing his touch. He is amazing. I love him. I am going to be his wife. Leaning back on the couch, I let him have his way with me. He works me up into a frenzy and I need him. I grab his cock and place it at my opening.
“I love you, Savannah,” he says.
“I love you, too.” I know his game now. I know what he needs to hear, and I’ll happily shout it from the rooftops.
He slides into me slowly. He is making love to me, and it brings more tears to my eyes.
“Don’t cry, baby,” he says stopping his torturous movements.
“I can’t help it, but please don’t stop." I all but beg. Over and over he slides in and out of me, saying every dirty thing that comes to mind. I'm insane right now. He pulls out of me so suddenly that I dig my nails into hard. I feel blood, but I can't bring myself to care. He's done this to me. I am crazed and there's no one to blame but him.
I can’t believe that I get to marry this man. He makes me feel things I
didn’t know was possible. He slams back into me like a man possessed. I am moaning and writhing on the bed like a freaking porn star. I might have been a virgin, but I know things. Lots of things that I can’t wait to do with him. Only him.
“There is no way I can stop loving you, baby. No way at all. I am going to fill you with my seed, breed you.”
“Yeah? Do it. Do it. I need that. Give me babies.”
“Done,” he says fucking me harder. I reach between us and rub my clit hard and fast. We come together and I feel the heat of his release. There is so much, there is no way I didn’t get pregnant.
Later when he’s asleep, I just stare at him like a creeper. I can’t believe how much I love him and how much I am looking forward to being his wife and the mother of his children. I rub my lower belly affectionately. I am already dreaming of babies and nursery rhymes before I even drift off to sleep.
8
Emmerich
The day we’re getting married started like any other, however it is infinitely better than any day before. Two weeks of knowing her and today is the day that she becomes mine forever. We are getting married on the beach we met. The permit for that was costly, but so worth it.
Six o’clock comes and our guests are all seated. The music starts up and Paris, her sister whom I met last night is walking down the aisle. Her black cocktail dress is elegant and fits right in with the wedding theme. Apparently, Savannah doesn’t have many friends, so I just have Fredrich as my best man. When the wedding march begins, I look up and meet her eyes. She looks gorgeous in her floor length white lace gown. It’s a halter are her arms are bare. It’s completely inappropriate that I have a hard-on just staring at her, but it is what it is. Every time I see her, I have this need to be buried deep inside of her, trying my damndest to alleviate this never-ending lust. I have come to the conclusion that that will never fucking happen.
