by Jenika Snow
Her cunt started to clench around his fingers and he knew she was close, so fucking close.
Sucking on her clit, he soothed out any erotic pain he gave her, and she cried out his name so loud it echoed off the walls. Her cunt clenched his fingers, pulsing around him as her release took her body.
Watching her come was a sight to behold.
Landon didn’t give her time to come down from that peak, though. He couldn’t wait another second as he slid his cock between her slit. Slowly, achingly slowly, he began to fill her, her tight cunt squeezing him even with the last ripples of her orgasm. Gripping her hips, he slammed the last few inches within her, and relished her cry. He stayed to the hilt inside her, staring down into her beautiful eyes.
His wife, as far as he was concerned, was the most gorgeous woman in the world, and he absolutely fucking adored her. No, adore wasn’t a strong enough word. Loved, worshiped, they were what he felt for her, and there was nothing he wouldn’t do for her.
Taking possession of her lips once again, he began to thrust into her pussy. In and out, sliding within her heat.
Her hands sank into his hair, gripping him tightly to her. He didn’t want to let her go, and he held her tightly to him as he moved her up the bed.
Once she was laid across the pillows, he began to pound inside her, going as deep as he could possibly go.
When that wasn’t enough, he pulled out of her, spinning her around so that she was on her knees, her ass presented to him.
He spread her ass wide, and stared at the puckered hole of her anus, then down to her pussy.
Gripping his dick, he pressed it to her entrance, and thrust in hard. She cried out his name as he stroked her ass checks.
Landon wasn’t in any rush to end this. He wanted to feel another orgasm from her pussy, and to drive inside her until she couldn’t remember her fucking name.
He caressed a path up her back, wrapping her hair around his fist as he used it as leverage. The harsh treatment had her gasping and he felt the flood of her arousal surround his cock. He watched as her pussy took his dick, driving inside her just to see it. Her cream coating his shaft as he took her. With his other hand, he reached between her thighs to tease her clit, and she shouted his name, driving back against him.
Each slam inside her drove his own release closer, and even though he wanted this to last, he knew with the sight before him, that would be next to impossible. There was no way he could handle the feel of her without his release coming.
Within seconds of him teasing her clit, she came again, this one a lot harder than the last, and it made his eyes close. He didn’t stop driving inside her, and as he did, his orgasm struck him hard and fast.
Plunging to the hilt, he felt his release spill out of him, flooding her cunt. He waited until he’d filled her with every single drop before collapsing beside her, tucking her against him.
They were both panting, and he pressed his face against her neck.
“I want to take your ass.” He wanted to own every single part of her, and to know that the only man she’d ever be with was him.
Anna breathed out hard and collapsed on the bed. She was covered in sweat, her body aching in the best of ways, her heart racing. Her ass and pussy were sore, but it was the kind of discomfort that had her smile, the kind that told her she’d been fucked good and hard by her husband.
Landon had taken her in the most passionate of ways, and although she’d never had anal before, when he’d slid deep into her he’d done so being gentle, giving her time to adjust. And she’d gotten off so many times tonight, so much so that she was exhausted, sleep sounded like perfection.
He lay down beside her, curling his body around hers, his arm slung over her waist. For long moments they lay there, her breathing evening out, her body cooling. The feel of his fingers running small circles over her belly calmed her, had sleep creeping up even harder.
“I love you,” he whispered and her entire body tensed, not because she didn’t like hearing the words, but because she felt this elation fill her at hearing them. Anna shifted so she could face him and stared into his face, looking into his eyes.
“You do?” She felt silly asking that, given the fact he’d said so, but she wanted to hear it again, wanted him to be sure.
He smiled and cupped her cheek, his hand so big, so masculine as it spanned her face. “I love you so fucking much it hurts.” He leaned in and kissed her. “I love you even though it might seem crazy, even though you haven’t been with me that long.” He pulled back and smiled. “It’s okay if you don’t love me. I have all the time in the world—”
“I do love you.” She was the one to kiss him now. “I love you so much, Landon.” And then he pulled her onto him and just held her. God, if this was what life was like— a dream—she never wanted to wake up.
Epilogue
Several months later
Anna couldn’t help but smile as she helped her mother out of the car and into the cabin. She was moving in with them, and the fact she’d have her mom close, that she’d be able to take care of her, talk with her, just make new memories, pleased Anna like nothing else could.
Once her mother was situated in the guest bedroom, resting, Anna moved downstairs and sat on the couch beside Landon. He pulled her in for an embrace and she felt like crying. Over the last few months that she’d been with Landon all she could feel was love, acceptance, and joy. He’d told her he wanted her to go back to school, that he wanted her mother to live with them so Jack could pursue his dreams. He wanted to be there every step of the way so Anna could have a good life, where her mother was happy and looked after.
“You think she’ll be happy here?” Landon asked.
“She’ll be so happy. There’s so much room, so much openness and fresh air. She’ll love it and I know it’ll be good for her to get away from the city and where she was at.” Anna looked at Landon. “And I know Jack needs this too. He needs to be able to follow his dream. For too long he was the primary caregiver.”
“You helped just as much, just as hard.”
Yes, she had, but not in the way Jack had. He’d been with their mom day in and day out while Anna earned the majority of the money to care for her. But now she’d be the one to take care of their mom while he studied and didn’t have to be so stressed.
“I should get the rest of her things out of the back. I know the moving van is scheduled to show up later today with her larger items, but I want her to be as comfortable as possible in the meantime.”
“I really love having her here. It feels complete.” She rose up. “Thank you.”
“You never have to thank me. I love you, love your family, and I’d do anything to make you happy and ensure you all are taken care of.”
Anna pulled back and smiled at Landon. “You know how incredible you are?” She was on the verge of crying because she was so happy.
“I’m a better man because of you. It’s all because of you, baby.”
Several years later
Anna sat on the porch, her hand on her rounded belly, her focus on Landon. He was putting the finishing touches on the wooden archway that would go in the garden entrance. It was something she’d wanted for awhile, and he’d surprised her one day by starting on it.
She felt their baby kick and smiled, looking down at her belly, excitement and anticipation coursing through her.
Over these last few years she’d really made this home hers. With the large garden out in the back, she tended to it, seeing the fruits of her labor and feeling proud as hell about it. She’d gotten her degree in accounting, was even helping Landon with his business, doing the paperwork and numbers.
And every day she fell more in love with him. Not only did he protect her, show her unconditional love, and take care of her, but he also helped take care of her mother, as well.
And while her mother had stayed in the cabin in the guest room, he’d built a small guesthouse right off of the main one, just for her. It gave her mom p
rivacy while still having her close to them if she needed help. And it was the perfect location for the morning sun to hit just right, which was something her mother loved.
The fresh air, wilderness, and even the peace and tranquility had really helped her mother. She knew that nothing was set in stone, that the cancer could come back, so she cherished every day. And being able to experience the pregnancy with her mom right beside her, giving her advice, talking about when she was pregnant with Anna, were memories she’d always cherish.
As if her mother knew she’d been thinking about her, she pushed open the front door and brought out two big glasses of lemonade. She handed one to Anna, leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, and made her way over to where Landon was. He took the lemonade she offered with a big grin, downed half of it, and for several minutes they stood there and talked.
He started pointing out things off to the side, and it was clear her mother listened intently. Both of them cared about each other, that was clear as day. They were one big family, and when her brother came to visit, everything came in full circle.
She didn’t know what the future held, but she wasn’t living her life worrying about what might happen. She had the love of her family, of her husband, a child on the way, and nothing else mattered.
And to think, all of her happiness, all of this perfection started because she’d been a mail order bride.
The End
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PLAYER (A Taboo Short)
Sam Crescent and Jenika Snow
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Charlotte
He’s an arrogant bastard, a manwhore, and a guy I’m forced to live with because my mother married his father. A part of me hates Derek because of the way he flaunts himself, because he doesn’t seem to care that he uses women like they are nothing more than a body to warm his bed for a few hours. But what I hate even more is the fact that I want him. The more he teases me, brushes up against me as we pass each other, and slips in dirty innuendos during our conversations, the more I want to slap him, and then give myself to him like so many other women have done.
Derek
I know Charlotte hates me, loathes me, and thinks I’m a player, but what she might not know is that those little touches I give her, those filthy little slips in the conversation that have her blushing and getting embarrassed, turn me on like a fiend. I never said I was a good guy, and that I didn’t sleep around back in the day, because I did. But I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want her. My past is tainted, but how surprised would she be if she found out I haven’t been with anyone in longer than I cared to admit? How shocked would Charlotte be if I admitted I’ve stayed away from other girls because I want her that badly?
Chapter One
Derek
Charlotte doesn’t even know what she does to me, how she made my fucking cock feel like it was going to tear through my damn jeans. She sat on that couch, her leg propped up, and those damn little shorts she wore riding up her creamy, smooth thighs, like she wasn’t giving my the biggest fucking hard-on in the world.
I watched her run the little brush over her toenail, painting it red, making me even crazier with lust. God, what I wouldn’t give to have her under me, to have that curvy body squirming, arched, sweaty because I was fucking her so good.
My old man might have married her mom three years ago, and technically we were related, if only by marriage, but I didn’t see Charlotte as anything more than a prime, grade-A piece of pussy. But I didn’t just want her like a damn drug addict; she was smart, didn’t put up with my bullshit, and gave as good as she got. She could also be a little bitch toward me, and I knew it was because she’d heard the rumors about me in school.
Player. Manwhore. Cocky bastard. Jock.
I leaned against the kitchen counter and lifted the can of pop to my mouth, watching as she lifted her hand to brush at the long dark fall of her hair. My cock throbbed, my balls drawn up tight.
Fucking hell, you little tease.
But I guess she wasn’t really a cock tease, since she wasn’t doing this shit on purpose.
Charlotte lifted her head, looked over her shoulder at me, and narrowed her eyes. “What the hell are you doing? Just standing there watching me?” She had a snap in her voice, her annoyance clear. God, that fucking turned me on.
I didn’t respond, just smirked, knowing it would piss her off. We’d been living under the same roof for the last three years, and for the last year, I’d seen her as something more sexual. I’ve wanted her so fucking much that I couldn’t even be with another girl because my cock wouldn’t get hard.
Yeah, my reputation was a little nasty, a little filthy. I liked pussy, and that wouldn’t change. She thought I was a whore, though, and I was, at one point. But what would she say if she knew that for the last year I hadn’t done shit with any other girls?
“Don’t you have a game to get ready for or something?” she asked as she closed up the bottle of nail polish.
This was our last year of high school, and I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I’d thought about what I was going to do afterward, and if I’d have the balls to tell Charlotte that I wanted her. But this whole situation was fucked. She was my stepsister, and wanting someone that was related to you, even if only by marriage, was fucked up.
“Don’t you have some girl to fuck,” Charlotte said with disgust in her voice.
I finished off my drink, tossed the can in the recycle bin, and grinned. “Why are you so curious about who I’m going to be fucking?” Truth was there wouldn’t be any fucking going on, not by me at least. My dick only ever got hard for Charlotte.
She stood, those little shorts molded to her fucking crotch because of the way she’d been sitting. I cleared my throat and turned away from her. I didn’t need to show her my cock was tenting my jeans like motherfucker.
“I’m not, believe me. I don’t want to know about your nasty exploits.”
I chuckled, flashing her a grin. She got nervous around me a lot, but recently, I started seeing the way she blushed when I teased her. It made me want to do it more because she looked so damn good like that.
She was standing beside me while she got a glass of water, and I turned, purposefully brushed my arm against her, and kept it moving. My cock jerked from that small touch and from the scent of sugar that always seemed to come from her.
“You know you’re the only girl for me, Charlotte,” I said in a low voice, seeing the way goosebumps popped up along her arms. She turned her head and looked up at me, her eyes big and blue, her dark hair framing her face.
“You’re such a damn pervert.”
I could hear in her voice that she was trying to sound harder, angry even, but it came out as more of a breathy sound.
I was an asshole, because although I hid my erection from her, I li
ked to run my mouth, liked to make her uncomfortable with the dirty things I said to her.
“You like that I’m this way, admit it,” I said and grinned.
She clenched her teeth, turned her attention away from me, and didn’t respond. I grinned even wider.
Fuck, I’d need to go jerk off now because there was no way could I play football with this monster standing stiff between my legs.
Charlotte
Just looking at him pissed me off. The fact my mother and his dad made me go to his stupid as hell football games annoyed me, but I kept that all to myself. Not only was my stepbrother one of the biggest, cockiest guys at school, he was also not ashamed of the fact that his nickname was ‘Player’. It could have been because he played football, but I knew it was mainly because he was a fucking manwhore, or so his reputation claimed. I’ve never actually seen Derek with another girl, not at school and certainly not by him bringing one to the house.
“Your brother—”
“He’s not my brother,” I correct Greg, my stepfather, Derek’s dad.
Greg looked at me and sighed before facing the field again.
“Charlotte, I wish you’d try to make an effort,” my mom said, but I didn’t respond.
Three years of living under the same roof as that cocky asshole was making an effort.
I turned away from them and watched as Derek tackled some poor sap to the ground. The crowd seemed to gasp as one, and it was a pretty good reaction since Derek had taken the other player to the ground like a tank demolishing a building.
