by Joanna Blake
“Wake up Princess. Time to get your sweet little pussy gobbled.”
Big eyes blinked up at me. Then from across the room I heard a giggle.
“Chan?”
I knew before I even looked.
Caro was having a sleep over.
Carolina
I could not stop giggling. Katey hadn’t been able to either. I’m sure I would never hear the end of this.
But Lord, my husband made me laugh.
He looked so sad to find that we were not alone that Katey took mercy on him and took her pillow into the living room to sleep on the couch.
Chan had leapt up, kissed her hand and promised her all kinds of outlandish things.
Like a pony.
I was still laughing when Chan shut the door and wiggled his brows at me.
“Where were we? Oh yes. I was about to feast on your hot little pussy.”
A hot blush covered my cheeks. Heck, it covered my whole body. I watched as he kicked his jeans off, revealing his magnificent cock. It was standing straight up.
Oh my…
It had been a while since I saw it. Touched it. Or, well, anything else.
He grinned as he pulled my pajama bottoms off.
“Did I tell you how many times I dreamed of doing this?”
I shook my head, already breathless. And he hadn’t even touched me yet.
“No.”
“Well, not just this. But sneaking into your room late at night.”
“I’m sure you sneaked into lots of rooms.”
He kissed his face down my stomach to rest between my thighs.
“No. Girls were always sneaking into mine though!”
I smacked his shoulder and he winked, leaning forward to tongue me. No warming. Just hot, wet tongue in my most sensitive spot.
“Chan, we don’t have… ohhhh… a lot of time.”
He said something but it was muffled.
“My mom gets up at 5. An hour. No more.”
He said something else. I gave up and lay back, letting him work his magic on me. His tongue was inside me now. He used it like he used his… cock. I was just getting used to all the dirty talk he liked to use.
I was starting to like it myself.
I just had to be careful not to use it in front of company.
I giggled at the thought of letting a comment about my husband’s cock slip out over tea. Then I stopped giggling. Because Chan was overwhelming me with sensations.
He used his hands to slide my camisole up. Now he was stroking my sensitive nub and my nipples at the same time. It was too much. I was going to come.
And I was never quiet when I came.
I tried to hold back, but it was useless. I started to moan and Chan’s hand came down on my mouth, muffling the sound. Somehow that just made me come harder.
Before the orgasm had even faded he was above me, kissing me, pushing his way inside. My orgasm seemed to extend with each stroke of his cock. His hips moved sinuously, circling to go as deep as possible.
My man knew how to love me, that was for sure.
My mouth opened as I started to come again and he muffled the sound with a kiss.
But he didn’t stop.
Not for a second.
No he made it last. He didn’t slow down, or go fast enough to come. Chan seemed determined to use every single second of the hour I’d given him to make love to me.
Boy, did he ever.
He lifted both my legs and held them high in the air, fucking me deep and hard. I could tell he liked this position because he was staring at my breasts. He had a look of utter concentration on his face as he thrust faster and harder.
I think he was just trying to make them bounce.
He fell forward on top of me with a groan. I felt the delicious tingles that only happened when he came. His cock was pulsing deep inside me. My body writhed around on the bed. I lost all control with him.
Every time.
I didn’t mind one bit.
It was exactly 4:30 when he finally rolled off of me. He lay there, breathing heavily. I nudged him.
“Time to go, Husband.”
He kissed my hip and pulled his pants on.
“Sweet dreams, Wife.”
He shimmied out the window and winked at me as he clicked the screen back into place.
I watched him walk away, still rearranging his clothes. Our neighbor Mrs. Beecham, walked out her front door at that exact moment. She took one look at him, then back at my house.
He grinned and wished her a good morning.
I shouldn’t have been surprised when Mrs. Beecham wished him good morning right back.
I fell back into my bed, feeling warm and loved. And very, very satisfied.
Only four days left until my wedding…
This one was going to be the kind of wedding little girls dreamed of.
I fell asleep with a smile on my face.
Chapter Twenty Four
Chandler
Finally, it was here. Saturday September 24th. Our wedding day.
Well, our official one anyway.
I stood on a low hill overlooking the lake in a sport coat and tie. My hair was neatly combed into submission with gel and determination. I was freshly shaven. In my pocket was a box holding a slender gold band.
Joss stood beside me as my best man.
Bear, Chaz, DJ and Mike had all flown down to serve as groomsmen.
A bunch of male strippers wearing dress clothes… well, it had all the ladies present fanning themselves.
We were quite a spectacle.
Shari and Katey were walking down the aisle now, scattering rose petals. I stood up straight. It was happening.
Showtime.
I felt my heart stop as Carolina appeared.
Her white dress was simple, elegant and classic. Just like her. Her hair was twisted high on her crown with flowers woven into it. A few tendrils had been allowed to escape, framing her beautiful face.
Her eyes were clear as she walked towards me. Love shone out of them, plain as day. I knew I was the luckiest man alive in that moment.
She looked like an angel.
Hell, she was an angel.
She had been anyway. Before I corrupted her. Now she was a fallen angel. My fallen angel.
I had a clear image of that night in Vegas. I’d corrupted her over and over again. I planned to corrupt her again tonight.
Uh oh.
Just like that my dick got hard.
Wedding boner.
I could not imagine a more awkward place to get an erection. But there was nothing to do but try and ignore it. Until about thirty seconds after the ceremony anyway.
Pastor Evans started talking and I tuned out, trying to think about puppies and nuns and trains going into tunnels and rockets blasting off… Damn! That wasn’t working.
Instead I started wracking my brain for places to get Caro alone. The old fishing cabin was nearby, around halfway around the lake. Ten minutes walk. That was too long to wait. I forced myself to get creative.
A car. Any car. A tree would do.
The dress was white though. Couldn’t mess that up. I’d have to be careful. Lift it somehow. Maybe she could hold it up while I fucked her. As long as I could keep my balance it wouldn’t be a big deal.
Or, she could ride me!
Her dress would stay nice and clean then.
I grinned at Caro and she shook her head. I realized the Pastor was preaching on the seriousness of married life. He was talking about trials and tribulations. I forced myself to stop smiling and look somber.
We’d already had quite a few of those.
I think I deserved a little nookie at this point. No questions asked. This past week alone had been hell on my testicles.
Caro squeezed my hand and I jumped.
“Do you take this woman to be your wife?”
I nodded, blurting out a loud ‘yes.’
Everyone laughed. Caro gave me a look. She was right, I wa
s a fool. This was my second time getting married. I ought to know better by now. I waited for Caro to say her ‘I do’s’ so we could get on with it.
But the Pastor got caught up in another tangent.
I went back to planning how to get my bride alone for a quickie.
Carolina
I placed my hands into Chan’s and listened as our Pastor began to officiate our ceremony.
He’d been preaching in our town since before I was born. He’d baptized me. He’d given me my first job as a Sunday School teacher. And now he was marrying me.
It made the ceremony all the more special.
The sun was setting. Our friends and family were all around us. And we were standing in almost the exact same spot as our first kiss all those years ago.
It was perfect.
Chan was deep in thought as the sermon went on. I felt his eyes on me and turned. He was staring at my… at my boobs!
I squeezed his hand and he smiled at me, looking dopey. The man loved me; there was no question of that. Then his eyes slowly drifted back down to my chest.
I sighed and turned my attention back to Pastor Evans. Hopefully nobody would notice what Chan was looking at. I was so embarrassed. But I couldn’t help but smile just a little bit too.
A little while later and it was time for the vows. Pastor Evans asked Chan the question. Silence.
I stared at Chan in horror. He wasn’t staring at my boobs now. He was looking lower… as if he could see right through my dress and underpants.
He had a dreamy look on his face. He hadn’t heard a word the Pastor said!
I squeezed his hand. Hard. If I could have I would have kicked him!
He looked up and smiled at me as if nothing was wrong. Pastor Evans had to repeat the last part of the vows.
“Do you take this woman to be your wife?”
At least this time, Chan said yes.
The ceremony continued until it was my turn. I said ‘I do.’ But boy, did I have to think about it for a second.
Not that it mattered anyway. Technically, we were already married. But still, did he have to be such a horn dog?
The answer was apparently yes. The moment we were pronounced man and wife Chan leapt on me like a drowning man. He skipped the ‘you may kiss the bride’ part entirely!
His tongue plunged in and out of my mouth. I gasped for air, hitting his shoulder. I felt like I was being attacked by a large, sexy, puppy.
The crowd was cheering as he grabbed my hand and ran back down the aisle. He didn’t stop for the congratulations. He didn’t stop to see if I could keep up.
It’s a good thing I wasn’t wearing stilettos.
“Chan stop!”
He ignored me, pulling me away from the party towards the parking lot. I followed him onto the trail that wound around the edge of the lake. I tried to tug on his hand but he was determined. He was practically running now.
“Where are we going?”
Chan glanced back at me but he did not stop.
“If I don’t find a place to be alone with you I’m going to go out of my mind.”
We jogged into the woods for another five minutes and stopped.
“This will have to do.”
He pulled me to the ground.
“My dress!”
“It’s okay! You just get on top! I thought this through Princess.”
I looked at him, dumbfounded. He was serious. He wanted me to…
“You thought this through? Is that what you were doing during the ceremony?”
“Remember that IOU you gave me?”
He grinned at me as he pushed my skirt up and pulled my panties to the side. I sighed. I felt him rubbing his erection against me. It did feel nice. Really nice.
It always did with Chan.
His eyes were a hot as he pleaded with me.
“Please Princess… I need you.”
Slowly I lowered myself onto his shaft. I took my time, teasing him a bit. I still wasn’t used to his size either.
That worked for a while. Until he grabbed my hips and started thrusting into me wildly. I felt an orgasm approaching just as he swelled inside me.
I finally understood what people meant by ‘a quickie.’
It was definitely quick, but effective.
I brushed leaves out of his hair as we walked back to the lakeside party. He’d managed not to get me dirty, which definitely earned him some points. But his hair was a mess. The party was already in full swing when we appeared. There was a buffet, a bar and an improvised dance floor, all under the twinkly lights Chan and his friends had hung earlier in the day.
Our friends were laughing as we walked back into the party. It must have been obvious what we had been up to. I tried to act causal but Chan walked in like a rooster. He actually high fived some of the guys.
My husband was a crazy person.
An adorable, wild, untamable crazy person.
I sighed. At least I knew I’d never be bored.
Two Months Later
Chandler
I stood on our front porch, smiling and nodding as people came and went. It felt good to know this was our house. Our first place together. We’d been moved in for almost three weeks, but we were finally settled in enough for a house warming party.
Seems like the whole town had shown up.
Lots of people were here to bring gifts. Some for the free booze. And others out of curiosity.
Lots of people were curious it seemed.
Especially the girls I’d dated.
And all the boys who wish they’d dated my beautiful wife.
None of them had even come close to succeeding. Carolina hadn’t just been hard to get. She’d been damn near impossible. I should know.
I smiled, taking another sip of my beer.
Our house. Our bed. Our future.
We’d bought it with my savings from my dancing days. It needed work, but I was handy enough. I’d already painted the interior and hung a porch swing for my lady. She seemed to like sitting out there quite a bit the last few weeks.
Caro had never been lazy, but lately she seemed… content. She seemed to be dozing off a lot at least. I frowned.
Maybe I was keeping her up too late at night with my husbandly attentions… she didn’t seem to mind though. Hell, she liked it as much as I did.
Which was a lot.
I grabbed another beer and was talking to old Mr. Whitely when I noticed it.
The weirdest thing was happening. My grandmother was smiling. She was staring at my wife and smiling.
Nothing made that mean old woman smile.
I put my arm around my wife and whispered into her cute little ear.
“What’s gotten into her?”
“Who?”
“Your grandmother-in-law.”
Caro looked at me, blushing a bit.
“She figured something out.”
“What?”
“I’ll tell you later, Chan.”
I pulled her against me and bit her neck.
“You’ll tell me now woman!”
She looked around and whispered into my ear. I was grinning in two seconds flat. Now it was my turn to go red in the face.
“What? Are you sure?”
She nodded.
“You shouldn’t be surprised! You’ve been working non-stop at it!”
“It’s a good thing we got an extra bedroom up there.”
She nodded.
“Yes Chan, it is.”
I kissed my beautiful wife.
I was going to be a daddy.
It was the perfect day.
HEAT
Joanna Blake
Copyright © 2015 Joanna Blake
All rights reserved.
For my favorite bag of nuts. You know who you are.
Chapters
One - Inebriation
Two - Admiration
Three - Probation
Four - Attraction
Five - Frustration
Six - Exploitation
Seven - Consolation
Eight - Perspiration
Nine - Accusation
Ten - Reflection
Eleven - Sensation
Twelve - Destination
Thirteen - Vacation
Fourteen - Germination
Fifteen - Temptation
Sixteen - Humiliation
Seventeen - Reflection
Eighteen - Devastation
Nineteen - Equation
Twenty - Reconciliation
Twenty-One - Devotion
Twenty-Two - Revelation
Twenty-Three - Annihilation
Twenty-Four - Celebration
Six (and a half) Months Later - Creation
To my Readers,
I’ve taken a slight departure from my regular style with this book. If you’ve read all of my stories, you know that the characters dictate what happens. I often have a plan for my H & h that gets completely thrown out the window. With HEAT, I expected to write another fun, sweet, somewhat dirty love story.
And then I met Trent. He had other ideas in mind. Because of who he is, and what his experiences have been… well, let’s just say this book is a bit naughtier than my others. He needs love more than most, and he needs it in a variety of ways. Don’t worry, I promise that he’s a good guy deep down and this book does have a very happy ending.
I have included TWO bonus books for your enjoyment- please enjoy your BONUS BOOKS BRO’ and A Bad Boy For Summer
Xoxox,
Joanna
*HEAT was previously tilted BANG, but this title was censored. I think HEAT is even better though!
Chapter One
Trent
I closed my eyes, breathing deeply. Around me people were scurrying, adjusting lights and cameras. In front of me on all fours was Anastasia Berlin. Like me, she was frozen in place, with my cock balls deep inside her.
I wasn’t concerned about losing my erection. I wasn’t concerned about the camera they were moving behind me, practically touching my ass. I wasn’t worried about cuming too fast.
