by Mia Ford
Robert returned to the end of the bed and proceeded to spread my legs and tie my legs to either corner.
This was new.
Robert looked over his handiwork and crawled between my legs, dragging something with him. I watched silently as he moved his mouth between my legs and licked slow and hard. I dropped my head back and cried out as he teased the sensitive bud that was always ready for him.
Robert teased me, alternating between licks and sucking me deep into his mouth. Oh, God. I jerked when I heard something vibrating and looked down to see him rubbing something blue against me. It was hitting my clit and I felt the response everywhere in my body as I came. “What is that?”
“I did a little shopping for us. Did you know how many kinds of sex toys there are to stimulate your clit?” He asked as I breathed in deeply.
“Never…thought…about…it,” I managed as he slid something inside of me, also vibrating and big. Robert did just fine doing that on his own. There was something to be said about the way he fucked me with whatever he had though, along with the way that it stroked everything inside of me as the speed increased. I let out a long cry as he pushed it in and out, waiting for me to beg for more. He loved having this little bit of control and I closed my eyes and rocked my hips against his hand. “Fuck me, Rob.”
He did so in earnest, pumping it in and out of me as I moved with him as best I could with the restraints. I was just ready to come again when I felt his body move against mine as he entered me. “Molly, you feel so good,” he told me as he lifted my exhausted legs to his shoulders. “I love watching you come apart for me. Robert was hard and pulsing as he fucked me and I let go as my pussy gripped him, selfishly holding him inside of me. He jerked one more time, filling me as we both moaned.
Robert dropped beside me, his arm splayed across my stomach as we both breathed in. That was one hell of a welcome to his new, permanent house in Mountain Home. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, smelling our sex in the air as I smiled weakly. “I hope you made a lot of purchases, Rob. I like the way you took me so hard and fast. I think it turned you on as much as it did me.”
“You turn me on. It’s the way you respond to me and how wet your pussy gets. It’s how much you just give in and stop fighting it that way you wanted to in the beginning.” I had been like that, so shy and uncertain. Now I was an utter nympho and fine with it.
Hot Deleted Scene 3: It’s going to be forever
We walked into the house after a boisterous and emotional celebration at Keith and Marta’s. I was so sore from laughing and crying and felt Robert pull me against him. “You’re going to be my wife, Molly. I’ve never fucking wanted that before you. I’ve never wanted forever the way that I do with you.” He stroked the ring on my finger gently as I smiled as I wrapped my arm over his.
We shut down the house and walked up the wide stairs to the bedroom where I kissed him. I pulled him against me and searched his mouth with my tongue, needing all my fiancé.
My fiancé. I was going to marry Rob. My dream was coming true and I felt his arms slide around me as he pushed me slowly back towards the bed.
We landed on it together, my legs wrapped around his body as he pressed into me and kissed me deeply. I loved the celebration with family about this event; the hugs and the emotion. But right now, I needed Rob in a different way. I needed him inside of me now and we moved apart to strip in an unspoken agreement.
I pushed him down on the bed and he stared at me as I crawled over him. I leaned down to take his rigid cock into my mouth, sucking lightly as he groaned and slid a hand into my hair. I loved the taste of him, sweaty and salty at the tip where he was leaking out. My man was sexy, masculine and her made me wet as I continued to draw him into my mouth.
I stroked my clit before moving up to kiss his chest and sink over his cock. Robert let out a guttural moan as I bit his nipple, holding me closer as I drew him into my mouth. “I love you,” he whispered as I whimpered and started to ride him. I wanted him deep inside and moved to nestle my face into his neck as I moved up and down, back and forth. He was everywhere as we made love, his hands on me and cock inside but I felt it everywhere. I felt it in my nipples, hard and pressed against him as I breathed him in.
“I love you. You’re everything to me,” I murmured as I felt my body grip him and breathed out, gripping the pillows above his head. “I’m going to come, Rob.” It moved slowly at first and then like a freight train, taking me over as I came hard, the feeling pulsing through my body.
He took a moment but rocked up inside of me as his heat joined mine, violent in its release as he cried my name. “I knew that I loved you when we met, Molly. I knew it when I kissed you the first time and felt your body wrapped around mine. You were a game changer from the start.”
“I did, too. I’ve never felt the way I did with you the moment our eyes locked,” I whispered as I felt the pulsing aftershocks through my body. “I’m so glad that you moved here.”
“I am, too. We’re going to settle here, baby. This town, this house. We’re going to have babies here and watch them grow up the best way possible.” I smiled at the idea of being pregnant with his babies and watching them grow up.
Marta said the same thing tonight at our small party. With Nate and Noel getting married soon, she was over the moon about having grand babies. I knew that with her and Keith here as well as my parents, it would be a help. I could have it all.
I felt him roll me to my back as the head of his erection pressed against me. Robert chuckled as he slid inside of me and filled me again, still slick with our come. He fucked me hard and slow; his lips on my ear, my jaw and then my lips. I cried out as he took me without abandon and gripped his back, my claws digging into him.
Epilogue 2
Robert
I drove myself inside of my girl; my fiancée. I couldn’t believe that she said yes, even though I had no doubt that she would. I felt a wash of love, lust and a hundred other things.
Her pussy was wet and hot, tight around my cock like it was the first time I was inside of her. I’d never forget that feeling and I thrust harder, needing to feel her wrapped around me.
I used to live for work. Now that was just a way to keep this life that I had, and I was looking forward to everything else. I wanted to balance my life for a change and I knew that I’d have it all.
I slid my arms under her arms, angling my body to slide against that spot that made her lose complete control and based on the sound that she made, I managed. Molly cried out and rocked against me as she came and I followed, filling her with my come as I pressed against her.
I couldn’t wait to knock her up. I knew that we had to get married and a little more settled first, but I wanted kids with her. Three or four, whatever we could agree on.
I finally stopped moving and settled over her for a moment, memorizing her hot, sweet skin. When I rolled to my side, I pulled her against me tightly and kissed her messy hair. “I love you.”
“I love you,” she whispered against me as I felt her relax.
I played back all the times I’d felt Molly wrapped around me in my mind, hardening again as she giggled. She felt good from the start, so different than any other woman I’d ever been with. Innocence was sexy on Molly and I loved taking that away from her little by little though I’d always see it in her face and eyes.
“Do you ever get enough?” Molly whispered as I shook my head, knowing that she felt it.
“Not of you,” I assured her as I felt her hand slide down and wrap around my half-hard shaft and stroke.
“I can’t believe that you want me,” I heard her say, shock registering inside of me. “I can’t believe that I do this to you.”
“Only you do.” I cupped her breast, pulling on her nipple as her grip tightened around me. Women had asked for a commitment from me in the past, a few times. I’d been running from it but I also didn’t want them. I didn’t need them the way I did Molly.
We ended up making love a
gain before we fell asleep. Our bodies were pressed against each other as I pulled her leg around me and angled my way inside of her.
How the fuck was she always so tight and wet for me? Molly groaned as I slid deep inside of her and I gripped her hips to move harder, faster.
“I want you pregnant,” I told her as I kept moving, hearing her gasp. ‘I want to fuck a baby inside of you, Molly.”
“Yes,” she cried out as she gripped my neck. “I want that.”
We kept rocking together, hard and rough as we searched for a mutual release. I wanted to come with her and I gripped her ass. My fingers moving close to her tight hole as she cried out. “Fuck, Molly.” I grunted as I kept pushing. I was barely inside of her, the tip of my finger barely pressing into her ass as Molly shook and cried out my name
That was next on my list and I smiled as I joined her, our voices rising together. I finally found the meaning to my life.
Trapped in the Cabin
Blurb
Four best friends, lots of fun…and secrets too.
One Cabin, a ski weekend, lots of adventure… and the risk of exposure.
College was a time of fun, adventure, and mischief between Amber, Jessica, Kristin, and Jason, who all had more than a good time sharing an apartment, and of course, each other.
When the group split up though, Amber and Jessica kept that dirty little secret from their husbands. With the s*xu$l tension still strong, and Kristin plotting for an all-out adventure weekend, the girls will be forced to own up to their past.
Will the passion fizzle away right then and there? Or will Austin and Matt be ready to jump right in when they find themselves snowed in with everyone sharing one cabin?
Chapter 1
Amber
The flight to Salt Lake City International had been short, and thankfully, my husband Matt had used his miles to upgrade us to first class. I had never been a snob about flying coach, but seeing as how my nerves were a bit out of sorts, I was relieved to know that I would at least be comfortable on my flight and not packed in next to some sweaty, fat man or screaming baby and exhausted mother. Those people were obviously welcome on the flight, but I didn’t want to be the one suffering next to them. I took full advantage of the champagne on the flight, and by the time the plane touched down at the airport, I was feeling the effects.
I was so glad to see Kristin and Jason as we collected our bags from the luggage area. They had made sure to time their flight from New York so that we could share a limo to the resort. Kristin looked fabulous, as always, with her dark, perfectly-cut bob, her slender body, and the most fashionable clothes I had seen anyone wear on a plane before. While I was worn out from the short flight, she looked like she just stepped out of the spa. Jason, of course, looked just as all-American as ever, with his blonde hair, blue eyes, and dimples. I felt like he hadn’t aged a day since we were all roommates in college. Well, everyone but my husband, but he was still part of the crew.
“I’m so glad to see you,” Kristin said, pouring me another glass of champagne in the limo. “I have been looking forward to this trip forever.”
“Me too.” I sighed, extremely aware of Kristin’s hand on my thigh in a more than friendly way. “I love that skirt. Where did you get it?”
“Oh, it’s Marc Jacobs from like three years ago,” she said. “I may love fashion, but I will not be the girl that never wears something twice. Besides, I tend to keep my clothes longer than normal because the homeless shelter always looks at me strange when I donate couture.”
“My donation center is always open.” I laughed. “I may be not in fashion, but that definitely doesn’t mean I can afford to wear it.”
“Neither can she,” Jason said, eavesdropping. “But we make sure she is a happy girl.”
“And that I am, my love,” she said, kissing Jason on the cheek and turning back to me. “Okay, you have to tell me all about this swimwear line.”
“It’s still in the design phase,” I said, rolling my eyes. “I’m going to start producing the trial-run pieces when we get back. You should come out and try them on. I am in need of a model that knows what she is doing.”
“I dabbled in modeling.” Kristin laughed. “However, I would love to come take part in this. It is so dang exciting. Jason will be on a book tour soon anyway, so I’ll be bored out of my mind.”
The champagne, combined with the movement of the car and Kristin’s hand squeezing my thigh, had me feeling completely flushed. I found my eyes continuously being drawn back to Jason and his charming smile, strong muscles, and tanned skin. He was talking sports with Matt, not paying much attention to us at all, but the scent of his cologne in the small space of the limo was more intoxicating than the bubbly in my champagne glass. Jason had always been handsome, turning heads everywhere he went. When we were in college, Kristin and I used to count the girls that would do double takes when he passed by. It was extremely humorous to us, especially since most of the time, we were the ones who had his attention. I would have figured, though, that like so many others that started out as incredibly handsome, his looks would fade as well, but that was completely wrong. As I glanced over at his rippling muscles and perfectly-chiseled jawline, I knew that he was one of those people that would only get more handsome with age.
When we were going to college, Jason was an English Literature major, and he was constantly working on his next “masterpiece,” or so he called every work he ever did. I had read every single one of them and knew that he was an incredibly talented writer, so when he hit it big, I was not even the least bit surprised. He had successfully published several books that all ended up on the top ten lists, and his last play was picked up by an incredibly well-known Broadway producer that was currently pitching it for production to the bigwigs in New York. That success just added to his charm and sex appeal.
I could feel Kristin’s fingers start to run over the back of my neck, bringing goosebumps to the surface of my skin. I cleared my throat and squeezed my thighs together, remembering that familiar feeling of her skin on mine. I could see the smirk move across Kristin’s lips as she continued to talk about her and Jason’s life in New York. She could tell from my reaction that I wasn’t ignoring her hands on me. She had always delighted in teasing me, even when we were younger. There had been many nights in college that we had spent in just that position, and it brought one specific memory to mind.
Kristin, Jason, and I were at the apartment we rented together, spending a normal night in, drinking too much alcohol, and playing drinking games. When I had become too drunk to remember the rules of any of the games, Jason and Kristin talked me into playing strip poker. That led to kissing, and the next thing I knew, we were having an all-out threesome in Jason’s bed. I was replaying every moment that I could remember of that night in my mind when Matt startled me from my thoughts by kissing me on the cheek.
I straightened up in my seat, realizing that while I was daydreaming, Kristin had leaned into Jason and they were whispering and giggling to each other. I smiled at Matt and leaned into him, remembering how excited I was to be spending a vacation with him. We both worked so much that getting time away like that was a huge treat for both of us.
“I want to know what you are thinking,” he whispered, making me blush.
“You,” I said, kissing him sweetly and turning back to Kristin and Jason.
I had never told Matt about my college sexcapades, worried that he would think of me differently. He might find it hot, but he also might find it completely crazy and uncomfortable, something I did not want to take the chance with. It had been a long time ago—no matter how much it was on my mind at that moment—and it wasn’t anything that was going on by the time Matt and I had met each other. He had hung out with all of us in college, but not in the same way that we hung out behind closed doors. He was the star football player, completely absorbed in his game, trying to make it to the big team like every other player, only Matt was also dedicated to his education. In the i
n-between time, he would hang out with us at the bars, talk about his last plays on the field, and was completely oblivious to the chemistry between the rest of us. It was all for the best in the end, since he probably wouldn’t have taken me seriously had he known.
Matt and Jason had always gotten along so well, constantly talking about sports, rehashing the memories of when Matt used to play football, which he loved, and bonding over the fact that they were both married. Men did that, and though I thought it was weird, I guess it wasn’t any weirder than two girls bonding over the fact that they wore the same lipstick. Since the two of them were good friends, at least when we were around each other, I didn’t want there to be any possible occurrence of jealousy or awkwardness between them. So, I kept silent about everything from our past, just trying to keep everything on an even keel.
Instead, I put some serious thought into how good it felt when Jason would lick my body from head to toe, bringing me immeasurable pleasure. I could feel my palms sweating, knowing that his face between my legs was what was on my mind while I cuddled up with Matt in the limo. I was more than relieved when the limo finally reached the resort and we piled out, going to the front desk to check into our own separate rooms. I needed to get away from the situation for a minute in order to get my mind straight.
When we got into our suite, I let out a deep breath, relieved that I was finally alone with Matt. The feeling inside of me couldn’t hide much more, and I was overflowing with desire because of Kristin’s teasing the entire way from the airport to the resort. I put my bags down and watched my husband milling around the room, my eyes searching his body and my bottom lip between my teeth. As soon as he turned around, I lunged forward and pounced on him. My lips pressed heavily against his, immediately pushing my tongue inside his mouth and tasting the champagne on his lips. I pulled and tugged at his shirt, needing to feel his skin. He chuckled at my eagerness and pulled his shirt off, flexing his muscles. From there, he didn’t stop, taking his clothes off as I hurriedly got naked and jumped onto the bed. He crawled up towards me, running his lips just close enough to my skin for me to feel his breath. The intensity and want was unimaginable.
