by Chloe Walsh
“Do you have to?” she whispered. Climbing off our bed, Lee started unbuttoning my shirt, running her fingers over my chest. “You could call in sick?” She pinched my nipple hard causing me to grunt and lose my fucking inner train of thought.
“You know I have to,” I muttered, fighting the urge to toss her sexy ass back down on our bed. Fuck . . . I watched through hooded eyes as Lee lowered herself to her knees. “I have a meeting in a half hour.”
“Are you sure?” she husked, fluttering her goddamn eyelashes at me while she ran her hands up the back of my calves, moving higher until she had the cheeks of my ass in her hands. “You have the best ass, Kyle.” Her cheeks were red, her lips parted. “Seriously,” she purred. “It feels so tight in my hands . . .”
“You got to stop now, princess,” I groaned, not wanting her to stop one fucking bit. Jesus, I’d never heard Lee talk dirty before. My body was riled up, my mind slipping into animal mode. My restraint was faltering.
I knew I had somewhere important to be, but my brain had decided to stop functioning, which wasn’t surprising since every ounce of blood in my body was rushing to my groin.
“You don’t want me?” she teased as her hands slid around to my front, undoing my fly. She lowered the zipper on my slacks and I groaned in relief when she freed my dick, wrapping her small hand around my shaft.
“You know I do.” My legs weakened when the tip her tongue swiped the tip of my now painfully hard erection. “Christ,” I managed to hiss through clenched teeth, when Lee closed her lips around my dick and pulled me deep into her mouth.
My hands dropped to her head, my fingers tangled in her hair as I rocked my pelvis gently into her fucking fantastic mouth. Her teeth grazed my shaft as she took my deeper.
Holy shit . . .
“Mmm.” The little vibrating noises she made with her throat had my balls tightening like a vice. I closed my eyes and rocked my dick into her mouth a little faster.
Each thrust harder, rougher until the sound of her gagging had me close to blowing my load in her mouth. “Lee, baby, I’m going to come,” I warned her.
Clasping her face in my hands, I stroked her cheeks with my thumbs as I pushed her head away from me. “Baby, I’m gonna come in your mouth if you don’t stop.”
Her small fingers curled around my cock and pulled hard. Sweet Jesus . . .”I want you in my mouth,” she growled. “You’ve had me, it’s my turn.”
Fuck me . . .
I hissed sharply, staggering forward from the force Lee used, as she dragged my dick back into the warmth of her mouth. Her tongue was everywhere, her hands . . . My vision blurred, every nerve in my groin was shot to shit as Lee took me to the back of her throat. I hissed sharply when her teeth grazed roughly over the sensitive head. “Slow down, princess.”
Pulling her lips back, she sucked on the head of my dick, purring in pure feminine triumph when the first flood of pre cum spilled from me onto her lips. Her tongue swiped out, licking my juices. Her eyes met mine and the sensual challenge was too much. “I want to make you come, Kyle,” she taunted. “Hard.”
I lost it.
The frail tether of control holding me back evaporated into thin air the moment those dirty words came out of my wife’s mouth. “You want it rough?” I demanded, fucking her mouth, holding nothing back. “You want my cock in that sexy mouth princess?”
Her moans increased, her tongue lapped over every inch of my erection, sucking, pulling me deeper. Her hands were all over me, one working the base of my dick, the other squeezing my balls. “You sure about this?”
She nodded furiously, taking me deeper.
Fisting her hair, I pulled her mouth off me, pulling on her hair enough to jerk her face upwards. “Tell me where to put it, baby,” I growled, stroking my shaft, wanting inside every opening in her body.
I’d never seen anything so fucking perfect as Lee on her knees, with my dick in her face. “You wanted me. You have me. Where?” As aroused as Lee was, I knew she was too shy to say the words out loud.
Her face flamed, her eyes wild with desire. “Wherever you want.”
I smiled.
Releasing her hair, I stepped back from her. Tearing my shirt off, I tossed it on the floor, and stepped out of my pants before continuing to palm myself. “Come here,” I ordered. Lee’s eyes widened as they roamed over my naked body. “Come here, Lee.”
Climbing to her feet, she made her way over to me. Her silence was empowering. I was in control; she had given it over to me. The caveman inside me roared in triumph. “Strip. Now.”
Her hands reached for the hem of her nightdress and she pulled it over her head without hesitation before sliding her panties down her hips, leaving them to pool at her feet.
Fuck, she was a vision. Every inch of her body was mind-blowing . . . Her breasts bounced with every harsh breath she took. Her nipples were tight and puckered.
Reaching out with one hand, I trailed my fingers around the curve of her breast, down her spine until I reached the globe of her ass. Squeezing her ass, I dragged her towards me before ducking my head and capturing her lips with mine. The love I felt from her touch was almost my undoing as her hands cradled the back of my head with a tenderness I had never felt from anyone but Lee.
My tongue controlled our kiss, the size of my body dominated hers—every inch and muscle stronger than her soft curves—yet she held the trump card, because she held my heart in those small frail hands of hers.
Breaking our kiss, I dropped my lips to her neck and let my hands roam over her skin.
“You want me here, princess?” I asked, grazing my thumb across her lips. “Or is it here you want me?” I slid my hand between her legs to play with her wet folds. She whimpered—the sexiest fucking female sound I’d ever heard.
Sliding my hand around her hip, I slid my finger into the crevice of her ass. “Or here?” I whispered.
Her body stilled and I chuckled. “You have nothing to be ashamed of, princess.” I pulled back and gestured at my own body. “You own mine,” I told her before grabbing her hips. “And I sure as hell own yours.”
Moving her over to the window, I hoisted her onto the sill before dropping to my knees.
“Kyle,” Lee moaned as I spread her legs apart and pulled her clit into my mouth, sucking hard as I teased her with the steady rhythm of my tongue, adding pressure, quickening my speed when she cried out and tugged on my hair. The sweet taste of her fucking thrilled me. I couldn’t get enough. I could lick this woman for the rest of my life and still crave her taste.
Slipping one finger inside her drenched pussy, I crooked my finger until I found my destination.
Lee screamed and I stroked her quicker, sucked tighter, and pressed harder until the taste of her orgasm filled my mouth. “You taste so fucking good, baby,” I crooned as I ran my tongue over her slick slit. “I need in. Right now.”
I was going to explode if I didn’t get inside this woman. Lee moaned in pleasure, her body jerking as she came down from her high. The lazy satisfied smile on her face clawed through me, driving me insane with need.
“I want to be buried inside you.” I climbed to my feet and with one hard thrust I was inside her. The only place I ever wanted to be.
She took me to the hilt, spreading her thighs wide enough for my hips to nestle against her pussy, grinding on her swollen clit as I pounding her without mercy.
She rested her back against the newly replaced glass panel of the window, and closed her eyes as she sank her teeth into her lower lip. Jesus, I couldn’t cope. I gripped her hips tightly as I fucked her furiously.
The more I pushed the more she sucked me in deeper, swallowing my cock inside her tight heat. I seemed to slide deeper with every thrust. Nothing had ever felt like this. She was made for me. Our bodies were in sync with each other’s, molding together, every piece of her fit me . . . took me.
“Hold on,” I panted, wrapping an arm around her lower back,
as I staggered on shaken legs to the bed, my dick still buried inside her.
Sitting down at the foot of the bed, I leaned my forehead against hers, kissing her nose. “Ride me.”
Her movements were small and quick as she was grinding back and forth, my cock filling her. Yeah, Lee was a grinder . . .”I love you,” she swore as she rubbed her hot little pussy all over me. “I . . . oh god . . . you’re so deep.”
“That’s it, baby. Make it feel real good,” I murmured, trying to hold the hell on and not come. I loved the way she moved. The roll of hips as she pressed down on her clit gaining the pressure she needed.
Her pace quickened, her tits bounced in a blur in front of my face, and my thighs trembled violently. Her moans grew louder as she clenched me, squeezing me, demanding my orgasm. “Kyle,” I heard her cry, and I couldn’t hold back.
I started to come, spilling into her as she milked me until my bones felt like jelly and my brain clouded over.
“Kyle . . .” I knew I was screaming my head off but I didn’t care. “Kyle.”
I couldn’t breathe.
Oh god, my whole body spasmed as every nerve in the lower half of my body sizzled, zapped and electrocuted me. The feeling only intensified, lengthened, when I felt the heat of Kyle’s release spurting into me.
Burning heat flooded through me, tickling and tormenting my sensitive flesh and I was grinding my hips until I was so overtaken by my release that I collapsed on his chest, a trembling bundle of satisfaction and utterly spent.
Neither of us spoke for an age while we caught our breath. I snuggled against Kyle’s chest, his cock still inside of me, pulsing and rising. He stroked my back gently.
“You still with me?” I heard him whisper as he placed a kiss on the top of my head. I smiled against his chest and nodded. “You know I’m late as hell, princess.”
I laughed softly. “Good. I didn’t want you to go anyway.”
Kyle sighed heavily. The arm he had wrapped around my back tightened, squeezing me to him. “Lee, you know I hate leaving you as much as you hate me leaving . . .”
“I know,” I conceded. It wasn’t Kyle’s fault he was so busy. It just was. “I guess this is what I get for marrying a hotel tycoon,” I muttered, smiling to myself.
“Don’t,” he replied in a gruff tone. “I’m not a tycoon, baby. I’m an accidental entrepreneur.”
“Thank god for sleeping babies,” I said in a light tone trying to change the subject and keep Kyle with me for as long as I could. I knew he’d leave soon and maybe it was selfish, but I wanted to keep him with me all the time. Every hour of the day.
“Thank god for these babies,” Kyle teased, rolling us so that I was on my back underneath him. He cupped my breasts with both hands, touching me almost reverently. “The best fucking creation since the donut.”
“Oh, so that’s what your heart desires, is it?” I teased, patting his messy hair back into place. “Donuts and women’s breasts.”
“One woman’s breasts,” he corrected with a grin as he tweaked my nipple gently. “And if we’re talking about sweet tasting desserts, with a mouth-watering center, then absolutely.”
“Gross, Kyle.” I squirmed, shoving at his chest. “Uh, you do realize you’ve just ruined donuts for me?”
He chuckled against my neck and it was a deep, gravelly sound. He nuzzled my neck with his nose as he stroked my shoulder and hip with his hands. “You know I hate to do this . . .”
“But you have to go,” I finished for him. I didn’t even try to make my tone sound light or carefree. We’d barely had a moment to ourselves since we’d got married and I was growing agitated. I knew it sounded selfish, but right now, the only two people in the world I was willing to share him with were Hope and Derek. I was sick to death of faking smiles whenever Kelsie called to ‘talk business’ or Cindy stopped by to ‘reminisce,’ and all the other people in our lives who demanded my husband’s attention. “I want time with you, Kyle Carter.”
“We have time,” he joked as he slid out of bed. I instantly missed the heat of his body on mine and curled into a ball. “You have another sixty or so years of looking at my tight ass.”
I tossed my pillow at him as I watched him dress. “You know what I mean.”
“Just bear with me, Lee,” he said in a serious tone as he re-did the buttons on his shirt and zipped up his fly.
Leaning over the bed, he pressed a quick kiss to my cheek. “Everything I’m doing, baby, is for the three of us.” He strode over to the bedroom door. “I’ll call you later, Mrs. Carter.”
I watched as Kyle closed our bedroom door and swallowed the word I’d been about to say.
“Does that guy ever stop moving?” Derek asked as soon as I entered the kitchen. “He’s turning into one of those workaholics.”
“Tell me about it,” I muttered, setting Hope down on the floor, where she immediately starting crawling around like a baby crab, before rounding the counter and grabbing the much appreciated breakfast Derek had prepared. “He’s late for a meeting at the hotel.”
I took a bite of one of Derek’s homemade blueberry muffins and practically melted on the spot as the sweet taste soaked onto my tongue. “Mmm, Derek, this is amazing.”
“Yeah,” he agreed as he swallowed some cereal. “I added the slightest pinch of cinnamon. Taste the way it falls apart in your mouth. It’s like an orgasm on your tongue.”
I discretely lowered the muffin. “Yeah,” I spluttered. “Orgasmic muffins and sex donuts.”
“What?” Derek asked, laughing loudly.
My cheeks reddened. “Nothing.”
“Okay,” he scoffed as he rose from his stool. “Whatever you say, Mrs. Carter.” I grinned like a cat.
Mrs. Carter . . .
Two months later and I still couldn’t believe it.
“Just so you know, Lee, you really have nothing to worry about with Kyle,” Derek said from the doorway. I looked up in confusion, causing him to smirk. “The walls are thin and you two are loud as fuck. He’s not sticking his hands in any other cookie jars,” he chuckled before adding, “or donuts.”
Oh my god . . .”So you heard everything?”
Derek grinned. “I want to make you come, Kyle.” He fluttered his eyelashes. “Hard.”
“Ugh.” I flinched and covered my burning face with my hands. “Can we just pretend this conversation never happened?”
“Sure thing, ice,” he chuckled. “Oh yeah, I left the mail by the toaster,” he added before strolling off.
“Let this be a lesson to you, Hope,” I muttered, as I popped two slices of bread in the toaster then grabbed the mail. She crawled along happily, following my every move with wide, curious eyes. “Never move in with men–any men,” I grumbled, moving over to the table to sit down. “They pretend to be all laid back and dozy, but nothing passes them.”
“Doggy,” Hope squealed, alerting me to the fact that Kevin had cruised into the kitchen with his cute little tail curled up.
“Hey Kev,” I crooned, tapping my lap. Kevin automatically jumped up and curled up in a ball, his wet nose nudging my hand. Giving in to his not so subtle demands, I scratched Kevin’s favorite place to be scratched, behind his left ear. I was rewarded with a pleased, yodeling moan.
“Doggy,” Hope cried as she pulled herself unsteadily to her feet, scaling my chair in a bid to get her hands on Kevin. “Mama.”
“Okay, okay,” I chuckled and placed Kevin on the floor. “Here you go, sweetie.”
Hope let go of her grip on my chair to clap her hands and wobbled slightly. She quickly steadied herself, took two adorable waddling steps in the direction Kevin had gone, before losing her balance once more. Leaning forward, she placed her two chubby hands on the floor and then lowered herself onto her knees before crawling after him.
“Clever girl, Hope,” I praised, watching my eleven-month-old as she quickly gained on the tanned colored shiatsu bounding around our kitchen
. Eleven months . . . It seemed so surreal. It felt like yesterday when she was a tiny newborn baby, curled up on my chest . . .
The doorbell rang seconds before the front door opened and my mother’s voice called out, “Good morning, girls.” My mom stopped by most mornings now, so I wasn’t in the least bit surprised to hear her voice. I welcomed it . . .
“Maw-maw,” Hope giggled in delight, quickly changing her course, as she crawled in the direction of the kitchen door.
My heart squeezed when my mother walked through the doorway and stooped down to scoop Hope up. “Hello, Hopey-bear,” Tracy crooned and I smirked to myself—Derek’s nickname for my daughter was beginning to catch on. “Hello, Lia.”
“Hey mo . . . Tracy.” I blushed and went beetroot red. “How was the traffic . . .”My words trailed off when I noticed the envelope sticking out amongst our other mail.
“Lia,” Tracy asked, gently placing her hand on my shoulder. “What’s the matter?”
“She’s doing it again.” My fingers gripped the envelope so tightly I was in fear of tearing it.
“Who? Tracy asked as she sat down next to me, setting Hope back down to crawl around after Kevin.
Inhaling a deep steadying breath, I placed the envelope on the table and smoothed my hand over the words written on it. “Rachel,” I whispered. “She used to send these weird letters to Kyle, but he hasn’t received one since before Christmas.”
Turning my head, I gazed at my mother’s concerned expression as anxiety ate through my heart. “Why now?” I choked out. “Why is she doing this again?”
“I don’t know,” Tracy mumbled. Picking up the envelope, she handed it to me. “You need to talk to Kyle about this.”
“Yeah,” I sighed, pushing my chair back. “I do.”
“Marcus, this is a really bad time for me,” I muttered, feeling like a dick for blowing him off, but I was running nearly an hour late for a meeting. “Can we catch up later?” I offered as I hurried down the corridor towards my office.
“You know, I don’t know why I bother,” he snapped before turning around and storming off in the opposite direction.
