Fall Into Place (Taking the Fall)

by Riley, Alexa

  “Yes, please.” He backs away a little, letting my legs drop from around his waist. I try to protest, wanting him plastered against me with no space between us. Using his foot, he pushes my feet further apart, and I feel one of his hands bunching up my dress. Then his hand is on my pussy, his other one going to my face, and I feel his forehead rest on mine as his thumb rubs along my jaw.

  “Eyes on me, princess.” I look up into his eyes and see so much looking back at me. The power and intensity make my stomach tighten.

  “I’m about to marry you. Make you legally mine. Because God and everyone knows you’ve been mine from the moment we both entered this world.” His fingers part my pussy lips as he starts to softly stroke my clit. My body pushes into his hand like it always does, always wanting to be as close it him as possible.

  “I’m the only man on this Earth who’ll ever know your body like this. Just like you’re the only woman who’ll ever know mine. I know people gave us both shit about not seeing what else was out there. That we might one day wonder if we should’ve dated other people or some stupid shit like that, but I can promise you you’ll never have that thought. Because there won’t be a day I won’t give you everything you could ever need or want.”

  I cum at his words, my body giving in to the passion. His mouth takes mine, muffling the sounds of my orgasm. When I finally come back down from my peak, Anthony is straightening my dress with a satisfied smirk on his face. He looks as if he was the one that just got to cum.

  “How did I get so lucky with you?”

  “It’s not luck, princess. It’s fate. You were born for me, and I was born for you.” It’s true. We came into this world minutes apart, our families already linked together. We were always meant to be.

  A knock sounds at the door, pulling us from our moment.

  “Your brother’s here,” Anthony says, licking the finger he just used to get me off. He adjusts himself to try to hide his erection before opening the door to the entrance of the chapel.

  “Jesus, Sam! What the fuck happened to you?”

  “I don’t want to talk about it,” I hear my brother respond, and I turn to see him looking like he got in a fight. His clothes are a little wrinkled, and a bruise is forming on his jaw.

  “Who did that to you? Are you okay?” I push past Anthony to get a better look at my brother. I’ve never seen Sam come out of a fight he didn’t win. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone land a blow on him. He’s as big as our dad, and most people don’t even try. Normally, just a look from Samuel did the job.

  “It’s not a fight if I don’t fight back.”

  “She do that to you?” Anthony asks as he eyes my brother. “She give you the slip?”

  “She? Who’s ‘she?’ Wait, your skip was a woman?” I’d never heard of them going after a girl before.

  “I got her. Let’s do this wedding. I’ve got to get back to her before she…” He pauses for a second, searching for his words. “Gets away.”

  “You know what? I don’t even want to know,” I say, pushing past them. But before I can move, Anthony has me by the waist, pulling me back to him.

  “While I love seeing the just-fucked look on you, princess, no one else gets to.”

  Sam rolls his eyes and leaves, mumbling that he’ll meet me out front.

  “Fix your lipstick, and I’ll meet you at the altar.” Placing a kiss on my nose, he follows Sam’s path. Quickly fixing my make-up and hair, I grab my purse. Feeling it vibrate, I pull out my phone. Five missed calls from my dad and one from my mom. Shit. I’m not even checking those messages right now.

  When I make it out to Sam, I see he has his phone to his ear. I can tell by the look on his face he’s talking to Mom.

  “No,” I mouth to him, and he nods his head in agreement. “Ma,” he says, but I can tell she must still be rambling on. “Ma. I’m on a date. Can I call you back?”

  “A date!” I can hear her excitement through the phone, and I roll my eyes at him. Why did he have to say that? Now she’s going to have a million questions. “Ma. Slow down. Like I said, I’m on a date.”

  He pauses for a second, listening to whatever it is she’s saying. Sam never has dates and has never talked about a girl or brought one around so I’m wondering why he said that. He should have known that wouldn't have gotten him off the phone with Mom any faster. “She’s the one,” he says to her, but he’s looking at me. I’m sure my eyes are bugged out. “I really gotta go, Mom. I love you. When I see Mary I’ll tell her to call you.” With that, he hangs up the phone.

  “The one?” I ask.

  “Today’s about you, Mary.” He grabs my arm, pulling me close to him, locking our arms together.

  “Any last words?” I tease, looking up at him as we wait for the doors to open, allowing me to walk down the aisle.

  “Not a one.”

  “Really?”

  “There isn't another person I’d rather give you to. In fact, if you tried to run right now I’d cuff you to Anthony myself.”

  “I love you.”

  “I love you, too.”

  The doors part, revealing Anthony and the pastor standing at the end of the aisle, and my eyes instantly fill with tears. His dark hair is still a little tousled from our makeout session.

  We walk down the aisle, and I can tell it takes everything in Anthony not to just come and pick me up and make me move fast to get to the end. But he’s patient and waits for me to get to him. He’s more patient than anyone I’ve ever met, and it’s one of the things I love most about him.

  The ceremony is quick, sealing us together with simple words. And before I know it, Anthony is kissing me, picking me up, and carrying me away from the altar.

  “You carry her over the threshold, not down the aisle,” I hear Sam joke behind us.

  Anthony just ignores him until we make it out to the parking lot.

  “Say goodbye to your brother, princess,” Anthony says, putting me on my feet. I give him a hug, pulling him close. When he goes to pull away, I cradle his face, looking into his eyes, eyes that match mine.

  “Go get your girl,” I tell him.

  With that he’s gone.

  Six

  Anthony

  “I thought I would be nervous, but I’m not. Are you?” I carry Mary into our hotel suite and kick the master bedroom door closed behind us.

  “Hell no!”

  I laugh as I stand her up beside the bed and start to undress her. I unzip her dress and kiss my way down her spine as I go. “I can’t believe we’re married,” I say against her skin, and I feel her giggle.

  “You’re my husband.” She turns around and faces me as I help her slide off her dress, and she stands before me in her white lace underwear.

  “I’m the lucky bastard who gets to call you my wife.” I just wore a simple dress shirt and tie, but having her hands undress me makes it feel special. Even after all this time, it’s not hurried. We smile and kiss as we take off our clothes, and we fall into bed naked, me on top of her.

  Feeling her legs go around my waist, my hard cock pressed against her warmth, I take her mouth and kiss my wife as we start to make love for the first time.

  “You ready?”

  “Please, Anthony. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

  With her words, I adjust my hips and press the tip of my cock against her opening. I take both her hands in mine and tangle our fingers together as I thrust inside her body for the first time.

  Mary lets out a small squeak, and I hold myself still inside her, trying to let her adjust. Holding her to me, I bury my face in her neck and try to breathe through the feeling of having my cock squeezed to death.

  “Oh God, Mary, I’m gonna cum.” I grit my teeth and try to fight it, but I can’t. I’m not even moving and I’m losing the battle. I can feel my balls drawing up, and I know it’s happening. “I can’t stop it.”

  “Anthony.” She says my name on a breathy moan, moving her hips just a little. The thought of me
cumming inside her turns her on. Just feeling her little tremors around my cock sends me over the edge, and I cum. “More. Please, Anthony, more.”

  Her moans have me moving, and I start to thrust in and out. My cock is still rock hard, only now it’s covered in cum. Her own juices cover my cock, and I feel myself gliding easily now that I’ve broken her barrier.

  Leaning up, I look down at her, and we lock eyes. We’ve talked about this many times, and we agreed to use no protection, that the first time I took her we’d be married, and I’d take her bare. I didn’t want anything between us as husband and wife, and if I bred her the first time, then so be it. She’s mine until the end of time. A baby would only add to the strength of our bond.

  “You doing okay, princess?”

  She raises her hips and thrusts with me, answering my question. “This feels so good. Don’t stop.”

  We’ve been together so long, I know her body better than she does. Reaching between us, I strum her clit just how she likes it, and I feel her body start to tense. “That’s it, baby. Just like always. Show me you love me.”

  “Anthony,” she moans, throwing her head back and letting the orgasm flow through her body. I move closer and suck her nipple into my mouth, biting it a little to send her even higher. She shouts her release and pulls me closer to her, begging for more.

  I thrust hard and feel that I’m close again, already needing to cum. I can usually hold out for a long time, but being inside her body changes everything. She’s too warm, too tight, and too sweet for me to hold off. I’ve got to let go, and give in to the sensations.

  Feeling myself start to cum, I thrust hard, and empty inside her body. Thinking about how I could get her pregnant makes me cum more, and I can feel it start to run out from between us.

  I’m beyond hard even after two orgasms so when I catch my breath, I sit up and pull out, turning Mary on her side. I want to see her lush ass bounce with my thrusts, but I also want to see her face. I push one of her legs up and straddle the other, sliding back inside her.

  “Oh God, Anthony, it’s so deep.”

  I lean down, kissing her neck, and she moans louder. She loves when I kiss her sweet spot, and I feel her clench against me in response. I’m bottoming out inside her in this position, deeper than before. I want to fuck her in every position possible, and then I want to create new ones just for us.

  I bite her shoulder, feeling myself growl against her skin. Knowing that I own every inch of her makes me possessive and dominant. I loved her before, but if it’s possible I love her even more now. Saving ourselves for this perfect moment was worth the torture.

  “I love you, my wife.” I rub my entire body against hers as I continue to thrust inside her, wanting to get as much skin on skin as possible.

  “I love you, too, my husband.”

  Reaching between her legs, I rub her clit, and we move together. It’s going to be a long night, and I don’t plan on letting either of us sleep.

  “Cum with me, Mary. Then I’ll let you ride me.”

  Her giggle turns to a moan when I pinch her clit and help send her over the edge. When I join her in ecstasy, I can’t help but think that if we make a baby tonight, it will be made in the purest love that’s ever existed.

  Seven

  Mary

  “Why didn't I just do this forever ago?” I moan as I drop myself back down onto Anthony's cock. I could’ve done this so many times if I’d wanted to. How many times had I woken up with Anthony skin to skin under me? Me lying almost completely on top of him, cradled to his body. It would’ve been so easy just to slide on top of him while he was still asleep and take him inside me.

  “Fuck, princess, I’m gonna cum.”

  Instantly, Anthony has me flipped over onto my back as he slides down my body. I cry out, wanting him back inside me.

  “I’ll give you what you want. I just want your taste on my mouth when I'm inside you.” His broad shoulders spread my legs wide for himself, giving him all the access he needs. I wiggle, so close to cumming.

  “Please,” I beg, pushing my hips into the air, wanting his mouth on me now. My orgasm is right there. Just out of reach.

  “No begging. I’ll always give you what you want.” His mouth latches onto my clit. His hands grab my hips, locking me in place as the orgasm shoots through my whole body, all the way down to my toes. I grab onto his thick hair, trying to pull him off, but he only laughs as he nuzzles my thighs before he’s making his way back up my body, easily sliding into me.

  “I can’t believe I get to wake up like this for the rest of my life.” His thrusts are slow, his arms holding him up so he can look down at me.

  I bring my hands up to his face, pulling him down to me so I can kiss him. The taste of me on his mouth has another orgasm trying to push free. I’ve lost count of how many times he’s made me cum since he carried me into this room.

  “You like it, too, don’t you? Tasting yourself on me while I’m inside you. You want your scent all over me, don’t you?” For some reason I blush at his words, my face going warm. Maybe because I like the idea of the smell of me all over him. I’ve never been the jealous type because Anthony has never given me a reason to be. But I like the idea of everyone knowing he’s mine, absolutely no doubt.

  “I like it, too, baby. Makes me so fucking hard thinking about your smell all over me.” His thrusts grow faster, sliding in and out of me with renewed alacrity. I match his movements, meeting him halfway.

  “That’s it, princess. Take every drop because they all belong to you.” His dirty words send me over the edge, my pussy locking around his cock, pulling his seed from him, the warm cum filling me.

  Anthony drops down on me but is careful not to crush me. Brushing away some of my hair that has tangled around my face, he lazily kisses me.

  “I don’t want to leave,” I tell him as he keeps kissing me all over. He slides down my body, laying his head on my stomach so I can run my fingers through his hair.

  “Me either, but we have to face them sooner or later,” he mumbles, his eyes falling closed as he enjoys my touch.

  He’s so relaxed about this. He should be more scared than I am. I have no idea how my father is going to react. I mean, everyone knows Anthony and I are in love and have been stealing kisses since I can remember. Our moms always thought it was so cute. My dad, not so much.

  “My dad’s going to flip.”

  He just shrugs like he doesn’t care. How is he not worried about this at all? I don’t want two people I love to come to blows if I can help it. I love my family so much. I just want everyone to accept this. My father just seems to have a tighter hold on me, being as I’m his only girl.

  “Anthony, I’m serious here. Maybe we should wait to tell them for a little bit. We can enjoy this.” With those words, he’s up over me again, caging me in.

  “I’m through with this, Mary. You’re mine. Mine.” He says the last word with extra force behind it. “I’m not fucking around, and I’m not scared of your father. There’s not a person in this whole fucking world I wouldn’t go against if they tried to say that you didn’t belong to me.”

  He takes a breath and looks into my eyes with such sweetness.

  “Hurts my heart.” This time his voice is a little softer. “That you don’t want to shout this from the rooftops like I do, baby. Don’t you want everyone to know?”

  My heart clenches. My eyes fill with tears. “I’m so sorry. You’re so right. I can’t believe I—” He kisses me, cutting off my words. He then uses his thumb to wipe away a tear that escapes.

  “Don’t be sorry. I know you have a soft heart and you want everyone to be happy. You’re just like your mama, but we’re married now. We have our own little family, and we always come first.

  “Our own little family.” Another tear escapes my eye, this one not from sadness. We are our own little family. We might even already have a baby on the way, too.

  “You’re with me?”

  “Always,” I say
instantly.

  “Good.” He leaps off me, catching me by surprise. He grabs me from the bed, throws me over his shoulder, and heads for the bathroom. I squeal out in shock as he manhandles me.

  “I love carrying you around naked. We are definitely getting our own place when we get back.” He slaps my ass, making me scream and wiggle in his hold.

  “Careful, princess. You could have my baby inside you already, and I don’t want you to get hurt.”

  “Then stop carrying me around like a doll.”

  “Not likely. Just don’t wiggle so much.” He places me on my feet and pushes me into the shower.

  “Let’s clean you up so I can get you dirty one more time before we have to head out. We have one hell of a Thanksgiving dinner to get to.”

  Eight

  Anthony

  We walk into the warehouse and make our way towards the kitchen. This is the place where Mary grew up. Well, where I grew up, too, I guess. My parents have a house just down the street, but Mary and I were always together. From the time we were babies we didn’t like to be separated. We were told stories about how I would stand outside her crib and cry until they picked me up and put me in with her. I knew from the beginning she was mine, and I needed her even before I knew I needed her.

  “Why were you two in Vegas?” I hear Carter’s voice behind me, and he sounds pissed. I take a deep breath and turn around, ready to face the music.

  He’s a big son of a bitch. If I didn’t know him my whole life and recognize that his anger comes from a place of love, I’d probably be intimidated. But as it stands, he’s like a second father to me. I started calling him DC from the time I could speak. My two sisters called him Daddy Carter, and I just shortened it. He really is just as important in my life as my own dad, and at some point you’ve got to be honest with who you are to your parents.

  “DC, Mary and I have something we need to tell you.” I take her hand and feel the sweat on her palm, but she squeezes my hand back, letting me know she’s holding strong.