Claiming Her

by Noelle, Alexis

  “A rough day? Try a rough ten months.” I point to my stomach. “I swear this kid is never going to—” Just then a stream of water flows out of me. “Oh my God!”

  “I guess she got sick of your complaining.” Sam smiles at me. Jake is standing there looking at me in shock when Sam nudges his arm. “Hello! She’s having a baby here!”

  He snaps out of it. “Shit. Okay, come on.” He takes my hand as I walk with him to the car. I look behind me, completely mortified at the trail of water I left behind. On the drive to the hospital, he grabs my hand. “You okay?”

  I nod. My contractions have been happening since yesterday, but they were always really spaced out. Now they are closer together. I can’t believe the time is finally here. Jake and I married about two years ago. When we decided to try and have a baby, I didn’t expect it to happen as soon as it did. I felt like this day would never get here.

  ***

  It’s been six hours, and I finally hear the heavenly words, “You’re ready to push.”

  Even with the epidural, I have had so much pressure from the contractions. Jake hasn’t left my side, and I still have to decide if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. Is there a thing as being too helpful? I swear if he asks me if I need anything one more time I might scream.

  When the doctor instructs me to, I push as hard as I can. I don’t know if I am strong enough to do this. I have no energy, and I am already spent.

  “Come on, babe, it's almost over.”

  I squeeze Jake’s hand and groan as I push once more. I feel the relief when she comes out, and my body turns to jelly.

  When the nurse hands her to me, she takes my breath away. She is so beautiful.

  “She looks just like you.” Jake is standing next to me as we stare at the beautiful angel in my arms. “We are a family now.” He places a kiss on both of our foreheads.

  The nurse takes her from us because they need to evaluate her and get me settled into a room. I’m so exhausted that by the time I get to my room, I pass out.

  “Nina?”

  I open my eyes. “Carly?”

  “I can’t stay long.” She looks at the hospital crib next to me, where the baby is sleeping. “She’s beautiful. I know you’re scared, but you will be an amazing mother.” She gives me a hug as a tear slips down my face. “I love you.”

  “I love you too.”

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  Fractured

  By: Alexis Noelle

  Chapter One

  As I am walking up to our house, the place where we will spend the rest of our lives, I can’t help but smile. The house isn’t too extravagant, but it is the exact picture I had in my mind. A two-story brick house with a huge front porch and a white fence surrounding the front yard.

  Cameron is the person I have fantasized about my entire life, and now I can finally live my dream. Growing up and seeing the love between my parents made me realize the true meaning of love. The fairy tale my parents live, I want that. I yelp as I’m scooped off my feet and cradled in my husband’s arms. “Cam! What are you doing?” I wrap my arms around his neck as he walks us toward the house.

  “I have to carry my beautiful wife over the threshold.” As he walks us toward the door, I can’t help but stare at him.

  Cam has always been hot, and in high school I couldn’t believe my friends when they said he was going to ask me to homecoming. I mean I’m not a troll but I certainly wasn’t head cheerleader material. Cam was the quarterback of the football team, and most people just expected him to follow the generally accepted rule of dating the blonde bimbo. I think everyone else was just as shocked as I was when he asked me out.

  My fingers thread through his semi-short brown hair and I give it a little tug.

  “Mmm, you want it rough, huh?” he asks and smiles before flipping me around and dropping me over his shoulder. I can’t say the view from this point is bad, and I take advantage of the situation giving his butt a hard smack. He walks us up the steps and opens the door carrying me into our new home. As soon as the door closes, Cam pulls me off his shoulder and backs me against the wall. His lips are right next to my ear and his warm breaths send shivers down my body. “I am going to christen every inch of this house with you, my beautiful sexy wife.”

  His mouth is on me before I can respond and I’m lost in him, in us. His large hands roam up and down my sides before settling on my butt, and squeezing it hard. I let out a moan and kiss him even deeper. His lips begin to slowly travel down my neck. “You always taste so fucking good, babe.” Cam grips my butt and lifts me off the floor. I instinctively wrap my legs around him and he begins to move toward the stairs. I love when he is this aggressive. “While I want to have you everywhere I want to make love to you in our bed for the first time.”

  Cam is more romantic than anything else, he says and does that I used to swea
r only happen in books. I love that side of him, he is always so kind and caring. Cam is the type of man that you think doesn’t exist; he is everything I have ever dreamed of. We reach the top of the stairs and he makes the turn to step into our bedroom. His arms tighten around me and he lowers me to the bed.

  “Shay Wilson, the fact that you now have my last name and are officially mine is so damn sexy.” I smile as he says my new name. My hands grip the bottom of his t-shirt and tug at it, he helps me and pulls it over his head before lowering himself down to hover over me. Cam slowly unbuttons my shirt and kisses each new area of skin he unveils. My body is humming and I start to squirm with impatience. When he reaches my jeans, he places slow deliberate kisses across my waistline, causing me to arch my hips toward him letting him know what I want.

  “You’re so eager, baby, but I want to take this slow.” I swear to God this man might actually kill me. His fingers pop the button on my jeans and ease the zipper down. I hold my breath hoping he will touch me and ease this unbearable ache, but he doesn’t. He stands up and looks down at me slowing dragging his eyes over every inch of my body. I squirm under his gaze wanting his hands on me instead of his eyes. At the same time his stare is setting every nerve in my body on high alert. Not able to take much more of this slow torture, I sit up and take my shirt off. As I reach behind my back to undo my bra, Cam grabs my hands.

  He gently reaches behind me and unclasps my bra, before lowering me back down to the bed. After he throws the bra on the floor his body is once again hovering over me. When he lowers his mouth and captures my nipple in it I cry out. Even this little bit of satisfaction he has given me is rocking my body to the core. The anticipation makes me more eager than a damn dog in heat. Cam trails his other hand up my body using it to gently massage my breast. My hips arch once again and he begins to trail kisses once more down my body.

  This time his fingers slip under the waistline of my jeans and gently begin to ease them down my legs. One of Cam’s fingers teases the edge of my panties as his other is slowly dragging along my inner thigh making my entire body squirm underneath him. His hand grips my panties and in one swift motion yanks them off. As I lay there bare before him my need for him is overwhelming. I can’t move slowly anymore. I can’t wait. I reach for his jeans making quick work of his belt and pulling them down taking his underwear with them. I can tell he is about to say something but I grip his hips to take him in my mouth.

  “I love you, Mr. Wilson,” I say as I pull back a little.

  “I love you, Mrs. Wilson,” he groans as I take him deeper into my throat. I love to watch him like this, it’s rare to see him lose all control. Cam’s hands grip my head pulling me up to him.

  He kisses me on the lips before sinking his cock into me causing my nails to dig into his back. He slowly begins to move in and out of me deliberately grinding against my pelvis and my clit causing me to moan even louder than I already was. I tighten my legs around his waist forcing him even deeper and relishing in the feeling of him being there.

  “Baby, you feel so fucking good. Each time I think there is no way it could get better but it does.” His hands grip my hips and he starts to speed up his pace, with each thrust my body peaks so close to release it’s agonizing. I throw my head back and arch into him begging for more. Cam’s hands slip around to my butt and lift me off the bed as he uses the weight of my body to drive into me even harder. I scream as my orgasm rips through me, Cam speeds up and it prolongs the effects making my body almost spasm in pleasure. He lets out a groan and finally stills taking mercy on my used and exhausted body.

  I hear a muffled ringing and Cam stands up. I’m too tired to open my eyes and pay any attention to what is going on until I hear his reply to whoever is on the other end.

  “Fuck!”

  Shattered Innocence

  By: Alexis Noelle

  Chapter One

  As I sit there pretending to be interested in what the man across from me is saying I can’t help but hate my fucking life. Granted, it’s my own damn fault I’m here and in this situation but it doesn’t make me hate it any less. I’m not one of those dumb ass girls who blame all of their troubles on their parents or anyone else. Did my parents completely suck at life? Yes. Did I have a shitty ass childhood? Yes. However, I have a mind of my own and this is where it has led me.

  I sweetly smile at the douche as he goes on some more about his fancy fucking shit that I could care less about. Honestly, I don’t understand why this is part of the fucking job description. Granted, I work for one of the more high-class escort services but let’s call it like it is, I’m a damn prostitute. I don’t need to be wined and dined; I’m kind of a sure thing.

  The waitress brings the check and places it on the table, thank God. I just need to get upstairs handle my business and get out of here. I hate having to pretend I’m interested in these guys but usually that’s how you get regulars and build a client list. Instead of just paying his bill, the dipshit across from me feels it necessary to take out all of the money in his wallet, slowly counting and fanning it out at the same time. Men like him are completely pathetic. When you need to flaunt material things it means something is lacking either in your head or in your pants.

  We take the walk to the elevators and he has his arm firmly planted around my waist. I see him making sure that he makes eye contact with everyone possible; little do they know he’s fucking paying me for it. As we step into the elevator he positions me in front of him, and pulls me back until our bodies are smashed together. I’m guessing his aim is for me to be impressed about his obvious erection. I can tell just by feeling it now that there isn’t shit that’s impressive about it.

  His hands slowly travel up and caress my breasts. I make the obligatory oohs in my breathy voice that drives every ass hat like him insane. As we walk to his room I check the time on my phone. It’s 9:30 at night; hopefully I can get out of here within an hour and be home by eleven. I am assuming that this guy will be easy and it won’t take very much for me to get him there. He looks like he hasn’t be laid since the Virgin Mary gave birth to Jesus.

  Unlike many other girls, I don’t charge by time. I charge them by the amount of orgasms they want to have. I still have a time limit though because some assholes will hold that shit in forever. It works out better for me this way because if I get someone who looks as pathetic and inexperienced as him, I can usually get out of here pretty damn quick.

  When we get into the hotel room he slams me up against the door and attacks my neck with his mouth. I stifle a giggle at how ridiculous this is. Guys like this always amaze me, the ones that think they are hot shit and that they really turn you on.

  “Take off your dress.”

  He backs away from me, his eyes slowly scanning my body waiting to see what’s under my clothes. I think this part is worse than the sex. This is the only time in the whole process that I actually get a hint of vulnerability. He sits down on the bed waiting for me.

  I slowly reach behind my dress and unzip it. I have found that dresses that zip go over much better then ones I need to lift over my head. There is something with men and watching you unzip, then slowly lower your dress down that drives them insane. My dress pools around my feet leaving me in a red lace bra and matching thong, at his request.

  He gasps as he takes in my body then begins to quickly undress himself. He has no grace at all during this process fumbling so much that he can barely get the first two buttons of his dress shirt undone. “Why don’t you…” He clears his throat in an attempt to make his strained voice sound more authoritative. “Undress me.” I bite the inside of my lip to keep from laughing. He is trying so hard to be in control when he has absolutely none at all.

  I strut over to him and watch as his breathing picks up. When I undo the buttons on his shirt I realize how fast his chest is moving up and down. This one will definitely be easy. As I slide his shirt off of his chest, I lower myself to the floor in front of him. Mr. Hot and Ready paid for two o
rgasms, one from oral and one from sex. Most girls would think my way of setting appointments was ridiculous, but for me it gives me a goal and once it’s done I can leave.

  I release his belt, slide his zipper down and then pull off his pants in one quick motion. Are you kidding me? He’s wearing fucking tighty whities. I mentally shake my head. I take off the offending underwear and slowly begin to work my hand over what he thinks is impressive. The minute my fingers touch him he throws his head back. I lower my head to him taking him in my mouth and enjoy knowing that this will be over fast.

  He was warned of my rules before our meeting. I will not kiss the clients on the mouth, nor will I swallow. Both of those acts are too intimate, and just disgusting with half of the men that I deal with. Within two minutes I have him releasing himself all over my hand.

  “Fuck, that was good.” I look up at him. “Now for number two.” He smiles a yellow-toothed smile and I cringe. This shit needs to be fast so I can get the hell out of here. He reaches behind me and unclasps my bra, then slides backward on the bed. I slide my underwear down then grab a condom out of my clutch. He is still rock hard which will only make my job so much easier. I slide it over him and climb on top of him. As I ride him he roughly grasps at my breasts and treats them almost as if he were turning a doorknob. No wonder he has to pay for it, he is horrible at this shit. He really needs to take advantage of my other service, but I have learned my lesson about offering that shit to clients.

  Aside from just being as escort I also teach men how to have sex, and how to do it right. That is what this sad piece of a man really needs. I can feel his body start to tense. Thank God. When he releases himself his face contorts and it takes everything in me not to laugh. I have thought this more than once tonight so that means he really is as horrible as I have mentally accused him of being. I climb off of him and begin to get dressed.