by Stella Stone
Slipping my thumb between us, I rub her clit. Her breath hitches, which makes me smirk. Her hips buck harder, and faster, slamming down against me, as she grinds her clit against my thumb. She’s absolutely stunning and I watch her in awe, enjoying the way her warm, tight cunt, feels around my cock.
When she comes, only then do I wrap my hands around her waist and use her to jack my cock. She loves it when I do this. I watch as her head drops back, giving me an even more beautiful view of her swaying tits, with her back arched. She moans each time I pull her down on my dick.
“Remember,” I grind out. “Do not clean this cunt. I want you sticky, and I want my cum still dripping from you when I get home tonight. I’m going to fill it up all over again, pretty girl.”
“Oh yes. God, Sterling, yes,” she moans.
I yank her down one last time and let out a quiet shout as my dick empties inside of her. Tilly lifts her head, a satisfying smile playing on her lips. She leans forward, her mouth brushing mine. “Best lunch ever, Sterling,” she rasps.
“Just wait until dinner,” I wink.
She giggles as I reluctantly release her. With a frown I watch as she dresses back in her dress and pulls her panties back on, then slips into her high heels.
She leans down, cupping my cheek, “Don’t look so sad, Sterling,” she whispers.
“I wish you three could stay here all day,” I pout, which makes her smile widen.
She hums, pressing her lips to mine, again, her tongue tasting me. “Come home soon,” she whispers. “I already feel empty.”
I grunt. “It’s because your pussy misses its owner,” I growl, reaching out to grab a handful of her ass. She stands up with a squeal, and laughs.
“Always, Sterling,” she says, giving me a wink before she walks out of my office.
I stand up, pulling my pants over my hips and quickly straightening up. My office door, opens and I look up, but my excitement quickly diminishes when I see that it’s Aldrich.
“It smells like pussy in here,” he grunts, closing the door behind him. “I thought that was Tilly I saw getting onto the elevator.”
“She came for lunch,” I shrug.
Aldrich chuckles, he knows our addictions. Not that he doesn’t have one of his very own, sitting at home. “Let’s get this meeting over with. I want to get home to my wife,” I growl.
He smirks. “Same fucking here.”
Together we leave my office and head toward the conference room. We have one last meeting for the day, then it’s on toward home, and we both can’t fucking wait.
ONE YEAR LATER
TILLY
My husband is crazy. I’m convinced, as I look at my twenty-six-month-old, my fourteen and a half-month-old, and my two-month-old. I don’t know how I let him talk me into this. Three babies under three. Who decided this?
Now, he’s staring at me from his open office door, and I know that look, I know what he wants.
“No,” I shout.
He jumps, and all three babies jump, too. “Tilly,” he coos. I watch as he stands and makes his way over to me.
I shake my head. “No more, Sterling. Don’t you think my body should have a bit of a break?” I ask, practically pleading with him.
“You’ve snapped back even faster this time, pretty girl,” he purrs, his hand sliding up to cup my breast from over my shirt.
I moan, enjoying the way his warm hand feels against me. I’m such a slut for him, I have been since the moment we met. It isn’t even a mental thing, my body craves him, his touch, his taste, everything about him I yearn for.
“Sterling, I need a baby break,” I whisper.
He lowers his head, his lips skimming my neck. “Okay, Tilly. One year, you get a one-year baby break,” he whispers.
I let out an exhale, thankful that he agrees. “One year,” I repeat.
He lifts his head, his eyes meeting mine. “No begging me for another baby, either, before that year,” he grins.
I almost, almost, laugh in his face. No way in hell am I going to be begging him for another baby, not in a year, and probably not even after that either. I’m tired. Every single cell in my body is exhausted.
Granted, I can’t complain too, too much. Sterling is a great help, and he even hired a nanny to help me during the day when he’s at the office. Plus, we have a housekeeper now, too. Come to think of it, I can’t really bitch at all.
Except, I’m just tired of being pregnant all the time. I want a mini-pregnancy break. I love our three babies, and I do want more, I want to give him more, but just a year.
One year of letting my body relax and having a little fun without the constant changes that are associated with pregnancy and delivery.
ONE YEAR LATER
TILLY
I’m on my hands and knees, my thighs spread wide and my ass tipped in the air, just like Sterling likes me—just like he instructed. I close my eyes, trying to calm my panting breaths. I threw my birth control pills away last night.
The one-year-limit is up and I’m ready for another baby. I’m ready for Sterling to fill me up with his cum and plant one deep inside of me. Not that he hasn’t filled me plenty over the past year, but there’s just something insatiable about my husband when he’s trying to get me pregnant, and then when I am pregnant. I miss it.
I hear the door open, then close, and the door lock click into place.
“Look whose ready,” he chuckles.
I hear the rusting of clothes and my panting becomes harder, and faster, because I know he’s undressing.
“Your pussy is positively drenched, pretty girl,” he coos.
I know it is, I can feel my wetness practically running down my thighs. I need him inside of me, I fucking need it. He’s kept me on edge all day long, refusing to fuck me the way he normally does. He could blow against my pussy and I’d come at this point, I’m so worked up.
His index finger gently slips through my folds and I whimper. “So wet,” he hums. “So delicious,” he chuckles. I know he’s just tasted me and it makes me want him that much more. I don’t care how at this point, I just need him to make me cum.
Sterling runs his hands up the backs of my thighs, grabbing ahold of my ass and spreading my cheeks apart. “Even your ass looks needy tonight, pretty girl,” he murmurs, his hot breath fanning my back entrance.
“Please, Sterling. Please,” I beg.
He hums, his hands wrapping around my waist, and he yanks me back, filling me with his cock. I let out a moan, feeling his length stretch me and fill me all at the same time. I love it, every inch.
“What do you need from me, Tilly?” he asks.
I grin to myself, biting down on my lip. “Give me another baby, Sterling. Fill me up,” I breathe.
Just like I knew he would, my husband loses all self-control. He wraps his fingers around my hips and he fucks me. He slams against me over and over again, harder with each thrust and I close my eyes, enjoying every second of the delicious pain.
Then, his arm slides beneath my breasts, and up the center of my chest. His palm wraps around the front of my throat and he forces my back to straighten. His mouth touches the side of my neck while his other hand finds my clit.
He thrusts up inside of me, his fingers expertly stroking, then slapping, then stroking my clit, over and over until I’m screaming with my release. My entire body is uncontrollable as I shake in his arms. He growls against my neck pumping into me a few more times before he lets out a groan and fills me with his cum.
“Yes,” I hiss, feeling his hot cum fill my pussy.
“Hmmm,” he hums against my neck. “Does my pretty girl like it when I fill her?” he rasps.
Turning my head, I brush my lips across the underside of his jaw. “Yes, so much. I missed this,” I admit.
“How many do you want, Tilly?”
I frown. “How many?” I whisper.
He slips from inside of me, releasing me, before he crawls into the center of the bed, tugging me against hi
s side. “How many kids?” He’s serious and I look at him in the eyes, curious as to where he’s going with this exactly.
“As many as you want, Sterling. You know that,” I state.
He nods. “You were right. Your body has been through a lot. I love seeing you pregnant, but I want you healthy too. How many more would you be comfortable with?” he asks, changing tactics.
I smile, loving how concerned he is. “Three more, Sterling. Let’s have three more, just like we did Henry, Piper, and Owen. Back-to-back.”
His smile is as big as the state of Texas and absolutely blinding. “Really?” he breathes.
I nod my own smile taking over my face. “I want your babies, Sterling. I love the life we have, the life you’ve given me, and I love making babies with you,” I whisper.
He cups my cheeks with his palms, his nose sliding alongside my own. “Goddamn, I love our life too, pretty girl, and I love you,” he murmurs.
HOT Recluse
HOT Alpha Series Book 1
SNEAK PEEK
Coming April 2018
CHAPTER ONE
KINSLEY
Fired.
What an ugly word. I was though, fired that is. The box I held in my hands as I walked down the street proved it to be true. It held everything that was personal in my desk, which honestly wasn’t much. It was embarrassing, packing up this box while someone from security watched me, making sure that I wouldn’t steal anything.
Me? Steal. It was insane. Almost as crazy as the reason I was fired in the first place. Sexual harassment, my ass. My assistant was just pissed off because I wouldn’t keep quiet about him doing blow on his lunch break.
I should be thanking him for getting me canned though. I hated my job, really hated it with a passion. Now, I can do something else. Maybe this is what I really needed, the kick in the pants to get my shit together and do something different with my life. I just wish I hadn’t moved to my new place last month when I got my raise. I’m going to have to move, again, no way can I afford the rent, anymore.
When I arrive home, I unlock my door, and drop my box onto the entryway floor. I don’t care what’s inside of it, honestly, it’s just a bunch of crap.
Walking over to the small desk in the corner, I power on my laptop and I do a job search. Throwing caution to the wind, I don’t look in any specific state. I need a big change, something that will force me to get out of my comfort zone.
I apply for anything and everything that I can find. Mostly secretarial, since that’s what I know. Location is of no consequence. All I know is that I want out of this place. Once I’ve successfully submitted at least fifty resume’s all over the country, I walk into the kitchen and grab a brand-new bottle of cheap wine, and a carton of gelato.
Now, all I have to do is wait.
Hopefully something will pop up, soon, before I blow through my meager savings account trying to simply survive.
HEATH
There’s movement out of the corner of my eye. Standing up, I walk over to the window. Leaning my forearm against the side, I watch. It’s what I do—watch. I don’t really leave my home. Not that I’m afraid or anything, just, what’s the point? I can have everything that my heart desires delivered to my front porch—and I do, including women if I need or want that.
There’s a woman bent over, reaching for something inside of the backseat of her car. It’s not anything fancy, just a silver sedan, but that’s not what has me frozen to my spot. Her ass is spectacular. My cock hardens at the sight.
She slowly stands up, and I grunt. Her waist is small, the tank top she’s wearing hides nothing, and I can see the cheeks of her perky ass just peeking out of the bottom of her cut off jean shorts. Her legs are long and lean, her skin creamy looking.
She’s curvy in all the places she needs to be. She looks goddamn soft is how she looks. She has a mass of black hair piled up on top of her head and she’s carrying a box. I haven’t even seen her face yet, but I already know that I want her.
I watch as she disappears into the house, and then comes bounding down the porch staircase a few minutes later, again. That’s when I see her face. Holy fuck. She’s absolutely gorgeous. Pink puffy lips, big round eyes, and small turned up nose.
I need her. I imagine her on her knees for me, begging to please me, and I groan, my cock growing hard enough to pound nails. Whoever she is, the new neighbor next door—I want her.
Smirking to myself, I decide right here and now that I will have her. There’s no way I can live next door to her, watch her, and not sink inside of her sweet curvy body. This sweet piece will be in my bed before the end of the week—guaranteed.
