by Maren Smith
But he was also my sweet boy and the man I’d fallen head over heels in love with.
Kissing his neck, I kneaded his cheeks and smiled as he moaned and fought the urge to rock himself into me. “You might be my naughty boy, but you were very good at dinner.”
He whimpered as a shiver ran through him. “Please, Daddy… please…”
I knew what he wanted, but listening to him beg for it would be even better.
Nibbling on his ear, I whispered low as I stroked up the middle of his ass. “What does my naughty boy want as his reward?”
He gasped as my teeth scraped at his ear but it was my fingers trailing over his ass that had his hands scrambling to hold me tight. “You, please. I need you. Make love to me, Daddy.”
Tightening my grip on him, I carefully moved us down to the floor so I could stretch him out on the carpet. He sucked in a breath then made a low needy sound as I spread out over him, pinning him against the soft carpet.
Rocking my hips, I rubbed our dicks together as I kissed him, taking my time with his lips and pouring everything I was feeling into him. When I finally released his mouth, we were both breathless, but Loren was racing toward desperation.
He’d been wound up for days about the dinner and nothing I’d said had really made it sink in that it would all be fine. I knew it’d be something he had to see for himself, but all that emotion was finally coming to a head.
Thankfully, I was right and it was passion and desire that was pouring out of him and not fear or something sadder.
Keeping his arms trapped to his sides with my elbows, I kissed down his neck and started carefully releasing the buttons on his shirt. I always loved the way he looked—he could turn me on in nothing but old boxers and one of my T-shirts—but this was one of my favorite outfits on him.
As I got down to his pants, I pulled at the zipper with my teeth. “You know what these pants do to me. You wore them just to drive me crazy and then told me I couldn’t touch or play with you.”
He whimpered but nodded, not trying to hide his wicked behavior. “I wanted to look nice for you.”
Partly true.
“But you wanted to torture me too, didn’t you? You were nervous and were taking some of that stress out on me. You wanted to tease me, didn’t you?” He couldn’t seem to decide what to say or how to respond.
He finally settled on giving me a sweet, needy look. “I didn’t realize I was doing it, Daddy.”
Oh, that was a good answer.
“Well, if you didn’t realize how naughty you were, then I can only punish you just a bit.” My logic was just as bad as his, so he couldn’t complain.
Kneeling up, I flipped him over before he could even begin to come up with a good excuse why he shouldn’t be punished. Running my hands over his ass, I gave it a firm pat. “I know exactly how I’m going to torture my naughty boy.”
He made another low whimpering sound, but his head jerked up and down as he ground his dick against the rug. Giving his butt another light smack, I made my voice low and rough. “Ass up, you know how I want you.”
So fucking perfect.
I loved these pants.
Running my hands over his ass as he pushed it up off the floor, I teased down the center just to hear him moan again.
When his head was still pressed against the floor but he was offering up his ass so beautifully, I reached under him and released the pants. Slowly easing them down, I smiled as I saw the tight little briefs he was wearing under them.
They barely covered his ass and I knew his erection would be straining against the front. Palming his ass, I let the pants just fall to his knees which I knew would make him feel wicked and half-naked. “You wore my favorite briefs too. You were a very naughty boy.”
No wonder he’d spent so much time in the bathroom getting dressed… he’d clearly been getting ready for tonight too.
He moaned as I traced my fingers around the leg openings. “I… you… I wanted to look good for you.”
“Just another way you were trying to tease me.” Moving my fingers up to the waistband, I slowly eased them down until they were just under his cheeks. “I know just how I’m going to torment you.”
I felt a shiver run through his body as I stretched out on the floor behind him and leaned in to press a kiss to his ass. “Who knows how long you’ll have to wait before I let you come.”
Neither of us had the patience to stretch it out for long, but I wasn’t going to point that out. Letting him imagine being teased and caressed for hours was much more fun. As I kissed over his tight entrance, I felt the shiver that ran through his body as he moaned.
Licking and nibbling at his opening, I teased the tight ring of muscles until he was making needy little mewls as I finally started working my tongue into him. When jerky little shakes started racking his body, I eased my hand between his legs and trailed one finger along his erection.
He shook like a bolt of lightning hit him and gasped as I trailed my finger over his balls and then to his hole. Easing back, I slowly fucked him with one finger as he made the most beautiful noises. When I was deep enough to stroke over his prostate, he nearly came off the floor.
“Please… please… oh fuck… please…”
Hearing the desperation in his voice, I knew if I teased him much longer, he was going to come. Pulling back on the torment just enough to keep him on edge and distracted without actually orgasming, I sat up and reached for the lube that was in the side table drawer.
When he’d first stashed some there after he’d moved in I thought he was being silly, but it’d turned out to be the most used bottle in the house. So he’d made sure I’d given him a very long and thorough apology on that one.
As I eased out of him and he heard the flick of the cap, his entire body stiffened and he seemed to be holding his breath. Releasing my pants just enough to get my cock out, I slicked my fingers and brought two up to his body.
He was already relaxed so I eased two into him, knowing his patience was at an end. It was just enough stretch to pull him back from the edge, which was probably a good thing because I wanted to be inside my boy before he finally came.
When I had three fingers in him and desperate noises were flooding out of him, I pulled my fingers out and spread the last of the lube over my cock. As the tip nudged at his opening, he moaned and seemed to force his body to relax.
Sliding into him, I slowly inched in and out as I made love to him. Time lost all meaning as I held him tight, moving inside of him. When neither of us could wait any longer, I pulled him up until his back was pressed against my chest.
“Gordon… Please… I…” His voice cracked as his hands reached back to pull me closer.
Giving him everything he was frantically trying to beg for, I wrapped one hand around his cock and pinched his nipple with the other. One last thrust was all it took to push him over the edge. He cried out, pressing into me as his orgasm barreled through him.
Mine came racing after his, and as I shot my cum deep inside him, I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight. As the pleasure slowly started to fade, I eased out of him and laid us both back down on the carpet.
I thought Loren would relax into me, exhausted, but he surprised me, rolling over and burying his face into my neck. As he whispered low words of love, he wrapped his arms around me. “I love you so much.”
Kissing his head and running my hands over his body, I tried to show him how much he meant to me. “Oh, baby, I love you too.”
After kissing my neck, he lifted his head and smiled at me. “You always know just what I need. You always know when to hold me and when to make love to me… when to fuck me into the mattress and when to show me another side of myself I never even realized was there. I can’t imagine feeling this way about anyone else.”
Pausing his sweet words, he kissed me gently and pulled back, his smile getting even wider. “I’m ready. Ask me now. This is perfect.”
Letting out a bark of laughter, I knew exactly wha
t he meant.
I wrapped my arms around him and rolled us over until I was braced above him again. “You were supposed to hint that it was time and I was going to put together something wonderfully romantic.”
He snorted. “Oh, don’t be ridiculous. This couldn’t be more perfect.”
Shaking my head, I gave him a kiss before easing back just enough to stare into his eyes. “I knew you were special from the first time I met you. You were funny and cute and there was just something about you that pulled me in. I can’t imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone else.”
Giving him another kiss as he tugged me closer and seemed right on the edge of asking me himself because I was taking too long, I smiled and ran one hand down his cheek. “Loren Dare, will you marry me?”
Throwing his arms around me, Loren laughed. “Yes, see how perfect this was?”
Smiling down at him, I had to nod as I swallowed the lump in my throat. He was right; this was absolutely us and absolutely perfect.
The End
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Pepper North
About the Author
Pepper North is a hybrid author whose erotic, contemporary, dark, scifi, and paranormal romances (whew!) have won the hearts of many loyal readers. After publishing her first book, Zoey: Dr. Richards' Littles 1 on Amazon in July 2017, she now has sixty plus books and collections available on Amazon in four series. Fueled by gummi bears and iced tea, Pepper can be found creating Happily Ever Afters at her computer every day. She credits her success to her amazing fans, the support of the writing community, and her dedication to writing.
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Edited by: Sandra at One Love Editing
Chapter One
“Sorry, lady. The estimator did a terrible job quoting you an amount for the move. It’s going to be an extra three hundred dollars for us to get the last of your things out of the van.” The burly man looked at her with a vaguely threatening expression.
Samantha pictured the inside of her new duplex. Jumbles of boxes were piled here and there, regardless of the labels she’d marked on them. The company she had hired based on recommendations from friends had been a nightmare from the beginning. Now they wanted more money? “We have a contract,” Samantha began, trying to make her voice sounded firm.
“Like I said, lady, the estimator did a bad job.”
“Maybe I should just call your boss,” she suggested, pulling her phone out of her back pocket.
“The office closed a half hour ago. He’s gone for the weekend. We can just take the stuff and dump it off at headquarters. You can come to pick it up when you want,” he suggested as he moved to the side to show her that all that remained in the van were the most massive pieces of furniture.
Even if she had a truck to move them, she’d never be able to lift those items by herself. She stared at the man in disbelief. Were there any good men out there?
“Any problems here?” a deep voice sounded behind her. Samantha whirled around to see a police officer in full tactical gear standing on the lawn behind her.
Overwhelmed, words tumbled from her mouth, telling him way too much. “My husband of twenty-two years had an affair with a floozy at the gym. I lost the house in the divorce settlement, causing me to have to move here. Now, this man is holding my furniture hostage until I pay him an extra three hundred dollars. How’s that for problems?” To her horror, tears burst from her eyes as the pity party she’d been holding off for weeks crashed over her.
The officer walked forward and wrapped an arm around her waist. Automatically she turned toward him, accepting any shred of human compassion. “Please show me in the contract where it says that you may change the rate at the last minute,” the police officer requested.
“Oh, don’t fall for her drama. You know how it is with women. She’s trying to cheat us out of our pay.”
“What?” Samantha’s tears evaporated as she got angry. “Look, asshole…” she sputtered.
The muscular arm around her waist tightened, and Samantha closed her mouth with a snap. “The contract, please.”
This time it was the moving man’s turn to speak hesitantly. “You know, they usually give us one of those… They must’ve forgotten to put it in the truck this time.”
“Then, you really don’t know what’s in the contract. I can track down the owner and have him brought to the station with his copy,” the police officer assured the man.
“Oh! That won’t be necessary. I tell you what, we’ll just get the last of this furniture out of the van. I’ll be sure to report the estimator on Monday.” He signaled the other two men who had been standing in the shadow of the nearby tree.
As three of them jumped into the back of the van, one assistant asked, “Did you get the extra money?”
“Shut up!” the man hissed as they quickly got back to work.
“How can I ever thank you?” Samantha wiped the tears from her cheeks. She knew she was a hot, sweaty mess and now had streaks of mascara everywhere. She looked at the police officer’s name tag. The shiny metal plate announced Cpl. Adams. A strip of black on silver drew her attention. His badge was wrapped in a black ribbon. Samantha knew what that meant.
Instantly, she felt ashamed of her petty problems. “I’m so sorry. This has been an awful day for you. Go home and take care of yourself.” She stepped back, away from his body.
“I’m going to stand right here and make sure they place all of your belongings safely in your house. I’m your neighbor, Blake Adams. I’m glad I was here to help.”
“I don’t usually cry all over my neighbors,” she tried to explain. Her mind raced back over all the information she blurted out. She felt the heat build in her cheeks and knew she was blushing furiously.
“Then, let’s be friends instead of neighbors. I’m going to grill steaks outside tonight and drink a few beers in honor of my friend. I’d love to have some company,” he suggested.
Knowing that the young officer in his thirties couldn’t be attracted to a plump woman in her forties with two-inch gray roots, Samantha smiled and accepted. It wouldn’t matter what she looked like. “I’d love to join you. I don’t have any food in the house, to be honest. No, that’s a lie. I have cookies that I can contribute for dessert.”
The men carried the remainder of the furniture in quickly. To Samantha’s delight, the crew actually listened to her and placed the final items where she wanted them. Corporal Adams remained outside on his quiet vigil. He quickly became her favorite man on earth.
She studied him surreptitiously. The man was carved from muscle, his face partially concealed by polarized sunglasses. Samantha decided that he wasn’t attractive. His features were too coarsely chiseled for that. He was, however, as masculine as hell. In fact, she could see him as the main character in the romance novels that she loved so much. He was the perfect Daddy.
When the back gate on the moving van rumbled down into place, Samantha felt as if someone had lifted a weight from her shoulders. Turning, she thanked him once again. “Corporal Adams, I hope that there’s ever anything I can do for you, you’ll ask. Thank you so much for your help today. That could’ve gotten really ugly.”
“I’ll talk to his boss on Monday. Extortion is against the law. I’m intrigued to know if it’s just that crew or if the entire company is corrupt.” The officer held up his hand to stop her from protesting hi
s investigation. “I know. It’s not anything I have to do. It’s something I want to do.” A devastating grin spread across his face, transforming it. “I like the good guys to win as many times as possible.”
Joining in his laughter, Samantha tried not to stare. How could she ever have judged him as unattractive? “I must need glasses.” When one of his eyebrows quirked upward, she realized she’d said that out loud. To cover up her revealing statement, Samantha blurted, “You have to be the best neighbor a girl could ever have!”
“I can’t stand to see someone take advantage of a Little girl.” Before she could react to his words, the officer turned and walked to the front door next to hers. “You can call me Blake, for now, Samantha. I’ll meet you in the backyard in one hour. Dress comfortably. And oh, bring those cookies if you can find them.”
Samantha tried not to stare as he turned to enter his side of the duplex. The view was absolutely as good going as it was coming. Hurrying into her own door to shower and try to find the cookies, she realized that she was smiling for the first time in six months. Her friends tried to tell her that her rat of a husband had done her a favor by cheating. With her heart breaking, Samantha had never thought she’d enjoy anything again. One more thing to attribute to Corporal Adams—no, Blake.
Chapter Two
Blowing out a nervous breath, Samantha hesitated in the doorway. Did he really want her to join him? She didn’t want to impose on her new neighbor. He’d already helped her out so much.
“Come on out. I’m getting ready to put the steaks on,” Blake’s deep voice commanded. He turned slightly to wave an encouraging hand.
She followed his directions without a second thought. Emerging on the concrete patio that stretched along the back of the duplex, Samantha lifted a nervous hand to wave hello, then dropped it to tug at the hem of her shorts. They were comfortable but way too short for someone of her weight to wear. Emotional eating had always been her weakness.
