by Ashlee Price
“Please Ana. I can’t. We should wait.”
“For?”
“For when we get married.”
She had not expected that answer and had already worked herself up as she felt him underneath her. She whimpered and moved to his lips, rubbing her chest against his as well. Her nipples had hardened as she dragged them across his bare chest. He was so big and hard everywhere, her own insides were wet with need.
“I don’t want to wait. You need this.”
He did, but there was something holding him back. But as she ground against his body, his own hips pressed upwards to her wetness. “We need to wait Ana. It’s for the best.”
She started to move off of him. Instead of leaving though, she stood up by the bed and took off her night shirt. Cal made a hissing sound when her body was finally in his view. She moved back on top of the bed, straddling his legs as she started to kiss on the hard chest. She could feel the muscles tensing underneath her lips and it made her giggle a little. He felt so good and as she moved down his body, his strangled sounds sounded even more desperate.
Ana stopped at where the sheet tented up from his need, the small hairline of dark hair seemed to point her in the right direction. His eyes were closed and his will to wait was vanishing quickly. She moved the sheet down and made her own sound in the back of her throat. He was huge, his cock matching the rest of his body and Ana had to fight the urge to climb on top of him right then. She wanted to pleasure him, while still respecting his decision to wait.
Instead, her mouth moved to his hard length and she licked the tip with her tongue. He groaned and his hips moved towards her mouth without any help from her. Her small mouth engulfed the head completely, sealing it in with suction as she moved down his length as far as she could go. About halfway inside of her, her throat collapsed around the cockhead and he was left gasping with need.
Ana moaned as he reentered her mouth, his hips started to thrust up into her mouth. It was not long before she could tell he was close, holding back though. She grabbed the base that she couldn’t reach in her mouth and stroked him as she sucked on his need. His hands went to her head, pushing her down hard as he thrust up.
Cal was quickly losing his control and he stopped once he heard her gag. She didn’t pull away though, only sucked harder until he could not hold back the bubbling in his balls any longer. “Fuck Ana, I’m going to come.”
He expected her to move, to let him come, but she didn’t. Ana wanted to taste him and she pushed deeper as the first shot hit the back of her throat. It was too much and she finally swallowed the mouthful so she could breathe. More came out and she was almost drowned in his cum. Ana finally pulled back, wiping her mouth as she looked down at his sticky cock. She wanted to climb on him, but he wanted to wait. She started to get up and leave, but he stopped her.
“Do you want to sleep in here Ana?”
She nodded that she did and lay down next to her soon-to-be husband. He pulled her into his embrace and though her body had needs of its own, she was able to finally fall asleep, curled up next to him.
Chapter 6
A week had gone by and Ana was getting used to her new life. They had been sleeping together, but since that first night, they had left the sexual things to a minimum. There had been a couple of kisses that had almost gone overboard, but Cal seemed to have inhuman control. Ana would even wake him up with a warm ass snuggled against his cock that was hard every morning, but he would turn a bit red and then go take a shower. She didn’t push it, but Ana started to wonder why he wasn’t so keen to be with her. He told her once that he wanted to wait, but Ana was getting sick of waiting.
There was another hour before Cal was going to be home from work and she was preparing dinner. He liked everything she cooked, complimenting her as if he had never had a home cooked meal in his life. Ana was feeling naughty though. It had been a week and now that they were talking about marriage and dates, she thought it was time to stop waiting and denying themselves what they both wanted so badly.
Ana was wearing a short dress. One that barely covered her ass and let her large breasts push out from the top. The white apron barely covered anything else and all she could think about as the minutes clicked by was Cal finally taking her. He had such strength and she couldn’t imagine what that would translate in the bedroom. Ana was becoming a bit crazy for him, crazy with an unquenched thirst that only he could give her.
She heard a knock at the door and went to open it. She figured that it was Cal and he had just forgotten his key, so she moved to open it. Her blue eyes widened when she saw who it was. The man pushed through to the house.
“Vlad! What are you doing here?! You can’t be here.”
“I am taking you home with me Ana.
Did you really think that I would just let you go? What are you wearing and where is the man that bought you?”
Ana was taken aback, the past was coming back to haunt her.
“I was not bought, we are to be married!”
“How can you get married when you are mine? You cannot belong to some American, you are mine Ana!”
He grabbed her arm hard and the memories of him made her shirk back. Vlad had always been rough with her and she tried to wrench her arm away. He slapped her hard for her disobedience and pulled her to his hard body. “You will regret that when we get home Ana. Now get your things so we can go.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you Vlad, I love him and you do not own me. I am going to marry Cal and that’s that!”
She was scared, but the very idea of leaving him behind for Vlad, made her body revolt with the very idea.
“You love him huh? Already became his whore I bet.”
“I would rather be his whore, than anything to you Vlad. Now leave before my husband gets home!”
She yelled it loud and though she was feeling brave, when he started to move towards her, she shrank back into the kitchen.
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Cal had come home a little earlier than he was supposed to. His mind was filled with Ana most of the time and his control was waning around her. Every morning he woke up to her nestled almost naked against him because she said she did not like to wear clothing to bed. She had settled on a pair of panties and that was it. It was torture to Cal and he had to bee-line it for the shower most mornings. She was starting to get restless as well, but he told himself that it would be better if they waited.
He pulled up and immediately realized that the door was open. It was never open when he got home and since it was so cold outside, he couldn’t imagine why it would be open. His mind was still on Ana, wondering what he would walk into. She had been dressing sexier and sexier and he hoped that she would give him a break tonight. Sometimes Ana was painful to be around.
Then he heard shouting and Ana say something about she would rather be a whore than with Vlad. His heckles raised and he had a momentary fear of losing her. Who was in his house? He was almost to the door when he heard her say that her husband was coming home. She was already calling him that and no matter what he found, those words affected him more than anything else.
He was not expecting a man in his home and certainly not one that had Ana on the ground, his body on top of her. Ana was fighting him off and cursing him in Russian. They hadn’t seen him yet and Cal could think of nothing else but to grab the man off of her and throw him.
“Get off of her!”
Vlad looked up at the hulking man standing over him and he knew then that he had lost her. He was not expecting such a large man. It seemed that Ana had gotten the biggest man she could find. Cal advanced towards Vlad and he got up, backing away.
“Get out now!”
His voice thundered through the house and even Ana was a bit scared of him in that way. He was so mad and so big, he was kind of terrifying. Vlad got up and started towards the door. He cast Ana a look that Cal caught. “You come to my house again and I will kill you. She is to be my wife.”
He left with a mess behi
nd him and Ana was still on the ground where he had tackled her. Cal went to her and helped her up. She had a bruise forming on her face and her ankle hurt from being twisted.
“Are you okay?”
She nodded and started to apologize, to tell him what that was about, but he stopped her.
“I don’t need to know. As long as you are okay. We can go to the police if you want.”
“No, please.”
“You know him?”
She put her head down. “He was my boyfriend in Russia.”
“Did you ask him to come here?”
She shook her head. “No, I don’t know how he found me.”
“Is he the reason you left your home country?”
Ana nodded again, not able to meet his eyes.
“Do you still want to marry me Ana?”
“Yes, more than anything.”
“Then nothing else matters.”
Chapter 7
The dinner was quiet, neither one knowing what to say. Cal made a comment of how good dinner was. It always was better than he would expect. Ana was quiet as well, embarrassed by what had happened. Every time he looked at her, he saw the swelling in her face and it pissed him off even more. Cal went to bed early that night and Ana was left to think of what had happened and worry that Cal wouldn’t want to have anything to do with her anymore. He looked at her differently and she didn’t like it.
When she finally went to bed, he was already asleep and her thoughts of tonight being the night were quickly getting turned away. She lay down next to him, his body naturally wrapping around her. Her ass pressed against his front and she whimpered with the touch of something that she couldn’t have.
Ana had been going crazy all day, thinking about Cal and then Vlad had come and ruined it all. He looked at her like she wasn’t really his and she wanted to show him that she was. Ana didn’t want anyone else but him and his show of force to her ex, made her want him even more. He was such a strong man, even though he could kiss and hold her so tenderly she felt like she was a piece of glass.
She was sick of waiting and her own need took over. Pushing her ass against him in a slow pace, she could feel him getting harder as she rubbed against him. He made a groaning noise in the back of his throat that turned her on to no end.
“Cal?”
She heard him move behind her and then thrust forward till his cockhead was in between her soft cheeks. Ana whimpered, wishing for more, silently begging for more as she rubbed against him. His hand was on her hip and she moved it upwards to her bare tits, letting him feel their softness. Cal was soon tugging on one of her nipples and kissing the back of her neck. They were both awake and Ana’s eyes closed as his hips took over, as well as his hand.
“Please Cal. I need you.”
He pushed harder, pushing a little of her panties inside of her wetness. She whimpered again and begged for him to take her. It was all she could think about and all that she really needed. His hand left her softness and moved to her sting bikini panties. Pulling them down to her knees, his cock touched her wet heat and he groaned.
“Are you sure Ana?”
“Yes please!”
He pushed forward without another word. Her tightness stopped him, but her wetness lapped on his cockhead until it was wet enough to slide part of the way in. She was panting from his effort, his long cock wide and stretching her as he moved deeper into her. His hand was cupping her large tit, while the other went underneath her head to pull her closer for a kiss. Their lips met and as he pushed his tongue into her mouth, his cock pushed the rest of the way in as well. Ana cried out into his mouth, her insides milking the thick shaft as he pulled out, taking some of her gripping pussy with him.
Cal groaned in her ear, telling her how good she felt, how tight and wet she was for him. She was perfect and the more she made her own tiny sounds of pleasure, the more crazed he felt. He needed her bad and there was nothing more he could do but start to fuck her as he had wanted to since the first moment he had laid eyes on her in the airport. The woman in front of him was whispering his name with each slam of his hips.
“Yes Cal, I’m going to come. Please harder!”
His eyes closed and he gritted his teeth. Grabbing her leg, he pulled it higher so that he could delve deeper into her wetness. She was not expecting more, thinking she had managed it all until another couple inches slammed into her womb. Her body shook as wetness flew on his shaft and thighs as he started to rut into her harder. Ana screamed in pleasure, but he still couldn’t fuck her the way he wanted to. The way her body called for him to fuck her.
Moving his arm, Cal rolled her over onto her stomach, his long length still inside of her. Biting her shoulders, he fucked her harder and faster, slamming in full length before pulling out to do it again. Ana was beside herself with the pleasure, unable to handle the moment she buried her face in the mattress to hide the sounds coming out of her. Cal was meeting his own end, cum boiling forward and unwilling to stay back so he could have just a little more time with her. Roaring loud, he pushed deep to give her all of his seed. She whimpered, her face going to the side for fresh breath as he filled her full of his hot need.
They stayed connected like that for some time, neither one of them wanted to end it and lose the feeling. When he finally did move out of her and laid back on his back, Ana curled up on his chest, her eyes slightly closed.
“That was…”
She didn’t finish her sentence, as another wave of aftershocks ran through her. Cal was worried that he had been too rough with her, losing his cool when he had felt her wet heat choking his cock. “I’m sorry if I was too rough Ana.”
Turning to him, she put a finger on his lips.
“Never apologize for that Cal. That was amazing, more than I could have ever hoped for between us.”
Cal agreed and he pulled her closer for a kiss with her words. It was better than he had imagined and he was quickly forgetting about the mystery man that had tried to ruin it all for him. Cal wanted to make her his, officially. Sitting up, he went to the bedside table and took out a small box.
Ana had other ideas, sitting up and crawling over his body when he got back in the bed. Like before when she sat on him, his cock was hard underneath her, but with nothing in between them, he could feel how wet she was. Ana was like a furnace and as she started to rub on him and kiss him, his hand released the box that he had brought back to bed. The question on his mind left him as she sat up and grabbed his length when he was fully hard. She positioned him to her hot core and slowly slid down onto his hardness.
“Oh God Cal!”
She sank on him fully and he was so much bigger that way,, pushing deeper than ever before. It was more than she could handle and after only a few moments, her small hands braced against his chest as the waves of pleasure washed over her. Her eyes closed and she slowed down as the orgasm became too strong to function.
“Yes Cal, yes.”
He held her close, pulling her down for a kiss while his hands held her in place, his hips thrusting up hard and fast inside of her. Cal was able to last longer after getting the first one out of the way. Ana was too weak to ride after a short time and he pushed her onto her back, covering her body with his own. Their lips met as he reentered her again. Cal couldn’t get enough of her and she was sore by the time he was done.
Ana had lost track of how many times she had come. Her breath was ragged and her chest rose and fell with each breath. She felt something pushing against her back uncomfortably and she moved to get the black box out from under her. Her heart stopped when she realized what it was. Opening it with shaky hands, she saw the most beautiful ring inside.
“Marry me Ana. I love you and I know in time, you can learn to love me too.”
She turned on her side, looking at him.
“I already do love you Cal. It’s impossible not to. I can’t wait to marry you Cal and start our family.”
“That could have already been started tonight.”
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Ana liked the sound of that and he slid the ring on her finger.
“You’ve made me the happiest man alive Ana. I am so glad I found you.”
~The End~
My Stepbrother In-charge
The limo reached the hotel and I got out, looking around at the bright lights, the people on the street, each going their own way, intent on their own purpose. Some looked happy, others, well, let’s just say not so much. Vegas is, as history has shown, a town where fortunes have been made and lost with the single sweep of a one-armed bandit or the roll of a dice. I was careful to make sure there were no creases in my cream pants suit. It was, after all, a long time since I had seen my estranged step-brother. The last time was seven years ago. I was a sophomore in college, home for the holidays. I remember having just got home, and had sneaked a look into the kitchen, hoping for some of Abby, the cooks’ famous pastries, when I heard Godfrey, my stepfather, screaming at Drew, calling him names, fag and a gay bastard being the most prevalent. That was the last time I had seen Drew, the thump of the front door as he left seeming to be the end of that particular conversation, if that is what it could be called. Although it was the last time I had seen him, we kept in touch over the years, sending each other the occasional email, you know, Christmas and birthdays and such.
And then I had met Andy. Beautiful, wife-beating, fucked up Andy, who had seemed to be the perfect choice of husband material; tall, rich, handsome, intelligent, in short, everything a woman could ask for…almost. His low self-esteem coupled with his insecurities which he would take out me seemed to be the highlight of his life – taking it out on me, that is, not the self-esteem and insecurity issues. Well, it is two years later and a divorce is pending. Not all the money in the world is enough to make me stay with him. I’ve had one cracked rib and one blue eye too many, especially since my natural eye color is brown. Anyway, to make a long story short, after leaving Andy, I went back to stay with Mom and Godfrey, received an invite from Drew to come visit, and here I am, standing on the sidewalk, in Las Vegas, taking some time off from work and looking forward to spending time in the desert with the stepbrother, the hotel magnate.
