by Snow, Jenika
“I want my cum inside you, Izzy. I want to fill you up until you’re so full it’s spilling down your thighs.”
“Oh. God. Tommy,” I whispered his name. I was burning alive, wanting this like I’d never wanted anything in life before.
“It’s okay, baby. I’m going to make sure you’re taken care of real good.”
Braced on my hands and knees, I looked over my shoulder at Tommy. He gripped his huge cock with one hand and ran the other one over his mouth as he stared between my spread thighs. He reached out and gave my ass one more slap before moving closer.
Tommy had the tip of his cock poised right at the entrance of my pussy. He only gave me a second of reprieve before he slid all those massive, thick inches into me. I gasped and braced my hands out in front of me to steady myself, to hold on as he took control.
He dug his fingers deeper into my hips and pulled almost all the way out before pushing back in deep.
Over and over, he did this, filling me, stretching me.
“Oh, God.” I closed my eyes as a ripple of pleasure passed through me. He kept a bruising grip on my hips as he pounded into my already deliciously sore pussy. I was so close to getting off again. And as if he read my mind, Tommy reached around, slid his hand down my belly, and found my clit. He started rubbing the fuck out of that little bud.
The sensations crashed through me and the pleasure peaked until I couldn’t hold onto it anymore.
“God. More.” I wasn’t even ashamed I begged like a fiend for him.
My breasts shook from the force of his thrusts, and the sound of our damp skin slapping together filled my ears so erotically. He grunted and growled behind me and started slapping my ass with one hand.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
He continued fucking me, spanking me, and rubbing my clit, all seemingly at the same time until I was crying out, not caring who heard. And as I got lost in the pleasure, I knew one thing… I never wanted this to end with Tommy.
With one final groan, he buried the full length of his shaft inside me and came. I swore I could feel his cum pumping into my body. And it turned me on hotter and faster than anything before.
When his body relaxed and I knew his orgasm was waning, I felt his warm, humid breath coasting along my nape.
“Fuck, Izzy.” His groan of satisfaction pleased me so much. He pulled out of me, and I immediately felt his seed start to slide out of me. He gave one of my ass cheeks a squeeze before falling to the side, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me close to his chest.
I was high from the sex, still buzzed from the alcohol.
“I meant what I said,” he growled and slid his hand down my belly and settled it between my thighs, cupping my pussy and keeping his cum deep inside me. “You’re mine.”
I felt my body start to heat all over again.
“This isn’t the end, baby. It’s the fucking beginning.”
And all I could do was grin and say, “It sure is.”
Chapter Fourteen
Izzy
A week later
I sat at my desk, staring at my computer, the library’s catalog staring right back at me as if it dared me to do actual work. But I couldn’t help but think of last weekend with Tommy, all the things I felt, all the things he said to me. He’d been so possessive, so sure I was his that there was no doubt in my mind he meant every word.
And when I left Toronto—when I left him—he made sure to look in my eyes and tell me he wasn’t letting this end, that he wasn’t going to let me get away. And I looked him right back in the eyes and told him good, that I didn’t want him to.
And here I was, glancing at my cell phone that sat beside me on my desk, my messages open because we’d been texting all morning. In fact, we’d been talking nonstop since we left Toronto. We had plans to visit each other the following weekend, Tommy coming to me. Despite the fact that he lived only an hour from me, it seemed like a continent separated us.
And next week felt like an eternity away. Hell, the past week of not seeing him felt like forever. Because no amount of texting, phone calls, or video chatting, was a substitution for the real thing. Although, hearing Tommy’s sexy, dirty, sinfully erotic demands over video chatting, had me blushing even now.
I closed my eyes and thought about our video chat just last night, how he’d told me to touch myself... how he’d touched himself.
How we’d gotten off together.
“How was your trip?” Trey asked from the doorway.
I opened my eyes and glanced up, startled by his deep voice pulling me out of my very inappropriate thoughts at work. I smiled and nodded. “It was fun.” I tried not to blush as I thought about all the “fun” things I’d done with Tommy.
Trey slowly smirked, and I felt my face become even hotter, wondering what he was up to.
“What?” His little smile turned into a full-blown grin as he looked over his shoulder and glanced back at me.
“I’m assuming you had a real good time over the weekend.” He lifted his brow and tipped his chin. “So good, in fact, that you brought him home with you.”
I felt my heart thumping in my chest. I sat up straighter, my nerves getting the better of me. “What?” I squeaked out. Tommy was here? Trey looked over his shoulder again and I saw him gesture for whoever was behind him to come closer. I was so nervous at the moment, my pulse racing, my cheeks feeling hot. And then there was Tommy, standing in the doorway, Trey giving him a onceover. I could see the appreciation in Trey’s eyes, and then he looked over at me, gave me a wink and a thumbs up, and left.
Tommy stepped into the office, reaching out without looking, and closed the door. He had this expression on his face that almost looked like... happy relief.
“Damn,” he said on a sigh. “You’re a sight for sore eyes.”
I slowly stood and ran my palms up and down my legs.
“You just saw me last night on video chat,” I teased, but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I loved hearing him confess that.
“Not the same, baby.”
The way he said the endearment had me feeling all giddy. And he was right. It wasn’t the same thing.
“What are you doing here?” My voice sounded so damn breathless. We hadn’t made plans for anything sooner than the following weekend, so seeing him standing here, just feet from me, seemed a little bit surreal in the best of ways.
“Yeah…” He lifted his hand and ran it over his nape, looking a little sheepish. “I swear I’m not a stalker,” he said, looking up at me, his head slightly downcast still.
Maybe I want you to be my stalker.
God, he looked incredible. He wore a pair of jeans that were a little bit distressed, a long-sleeved Henley with three little brown buttons, and a dark cargo-style jacket. I could see his shirt sleeves slightly peeking out from the cuffs of his jacket, and his muscles… Lord have mercy, his muscles were so pronounced the material couldn’t even hide them.
“I missed you, Izzy.” His tone told me he wasn’t the least bit ashamed that he’d just shown up so he could see me. And that’s exactly what I wanted to hear and see.
I felt my heart jump into my throat. “You missed me?” I’d missed him too. We might’ve only known each other for such a short time, but I’d never felt anything realer than when I was with Tommy.
I made my way around my desk and walked toward him, stopping when only a couple feet separated us. I inhaled deeply, but not so deeply that it would’ve been obvious that I was taking it his scent. But God, he smelled good, and memories of all the things we shared in Toronto played through my mind.
“I missed you too,” I whispered, and a low growl left him. It had tingles starting in my fingertips and expanding throughout my entire body. Before I knew what was happening, he had his chest pressed up against mine, his hand on the back of my neck, and used his thumb on my jawline to tip my head back gently. And then he was claiming my mouth, pressing his lips against mine, and stroking his tongue along the seam.
He tasted good, with a hint of spice from the cinnamon gum he’d no doubt been chewing. I melted against him, lifted my arms and wrapped them around his shoulders, rising up on my toes and tilting my head to deepen the kiss. I’d never felt anything so good.
It was long moments before he broke the kiss and I was left standing there panting, wanting more, needing it to be endless with him.
“So… you glad to see me?” He gave me a smirk.
I knew he liked hearing me confess how I felt. I liked when he did the same.
I felt butterflies in my belly. I nodded. “I am.”
He pulled me into an embrace and just held me. There was nothing sexual about this touch. It made me feel comforted... loved.
And as crazy as the latter was, I was just going to go with it. Balls to the wall, as Nadine would say.
* * *
Tommy
Not being able to see Izzy a week was torture. I wanted to see her every fucking day, but I knew that was unrealistic with both of us working full-time. So until we could figure something out that was more permanent, meaning I would fucking commute every goddamn day if I had to, or I’d work on making another satellite base for my construction company.
Either way, I’d make this work with her. There was no other option.
Even if I only got to spend Friday to Sunday with her, I would take it. Not to mention, I didn’t want to make her feel like I was rushing into things, despite the fact that I had a feeling she felt exactly how I did. In the beginning, I could’ve easily called it insta-lust. But even these last few weeks of seeing her, spending time with her, I knew it was much more than that. That insta-lust was the beginning of something more. It had been the beginning of love.
I didn’t fucking care what anybody said, if they thought I was crazy, pussy-whipped, or obsessed. I knew I wanted Izzy in my life forever, and I’d make that a reality no matter what.
I pulled her even closer and buried my face in her hair. I’d made love to her just half an hour ago, and she’d fallen asleep in my arms only moments after. To know my woman was sated, that I brought her pleasure, had pride filling me. It made me feel like a real man, and I’d never felt that way before, never even thought about it.
But when I looked at my future, I didn’t see one without Izzy in it. That was the God’s honest truth. And I’d keep telling her that until the day I died.
I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. Izzy slept soundly pressed right against me, her skin soft, her feminine curves calling to me. I loved being in her room, surrounded by her things, smelling her constantly, that sweet, intoxicating aroma making me drunk. It made me feel even more possessive over her, and I curled my hand gently around her waist, as if she’d leave, as if she’d come to her senses and realize I could be one overbearing asshole at times, maybe too possessive for my own good.
But I was only like this with Izzy. I would only ever be like this with her. And so, as I held her and closed my eyes, letting myself drift off to sleep, I finally knew what it all meant… what finding the one was all about.
I’d found my happily ever after, but I knew that wasn’t the end of our story. It was just the beginning.
Epilogue
Izzy
One year later
I was biting my nails, feeling nervous, but not in a bad way. I watched as the movers brought boxes in, back-and-forth, a whole truckload of them.
It was a reality check in the best of ways, that was for sure.
A year had passed since Tommy and I met in Toronto, since we started our crazy-fast and passionate relationship, and here we were, having bought a house together that was located in-between both our jobs. We’d found this cute little three-bedroom, two-story house half-way between each of our jobs.
And in that year, he opened another branch of his construction company, which doubled his business, getting contracts for a couple local companies, even talking about expanding the house we just bought to add a couple more rooms, a sunroom, a bigger deck, and a greenhouse for me. He was definitely a manly man, masculine and hands-on, always wanting to keep busy. And hell, he definitely kept me busy in the best possible way.
I felt butterflies in my belly when I spotted Tommy carrying a large box. He stepped through the front door threshold, and like he did whenever we were together, he searched me out instantly. When his gaze landed on me, he gave me a breathtaking grin and a wink, and he proceeded to walk down the hallway to take the box to the bedroom.
The truth was, I would have moved in with him not long after we’d gotten together. That’s how sure I felt about our relationship. But the intensity in which I cared for him did scare me a little, so we had taken our time. Months had passed before we found this house, and although Tommy talked about us building a home, I honestly hadn’t wanted to wait.
We’d waited long enough to be together, and I looked forward to marking this house a home with him.
When the movers left and we were alone once more, Tommy had me in his arms right away as if he couldn’t help himself. He lifted me effortlessly and placed my ass on the kitchen table. He had his face buried in the crook of my neck, inhaled deeply, and the groan he made had me closing my eyes and moaning in pleasure.
“Is this my life?” His voice was muffled, but I knew he wasn’t asking the question to himself.
“I really hope so,” I whispered and rested my head on his shoulder. “I feel like I’ve been waiting for this my whole life.
He pulled back and cupped my cheeks. “I’ve been waiting for you my whole life.” The seriousness in his face stole my breath. “I want you to be my wife, want you to be the mother of my children.”
My pulse raced at hearing his words.
“Would you want that, Izzy? Would you truly want to be mine in all ways?”
I didn’t even have to think about it. “Yes. Always.”
And no truer words had ever been spoken.
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