by Alexa Riley
“I’ll kill you if you ever make me cry again.”
“Yes, that’s pretty much how he said it.”
I throw my head back and laugh, and Carlos pulls me closer. “Hmm.” He nuzzles my neck. “Let me show you how all I’ll ever give you is love and pleasure, my queen. Though you might cry for me to stop by the time I’m done with you.”
Chapter Ten
Carlos
“What are you doing?” Heavenly whispers as I carry her out of the reception and down the hallway.
“Shh. I can’t wait,” I say as I open the first door I see.
It’s a linen closet that’s only big enough for the two of us. I step inside and close the door, then grab a broomstick and wedge it under the doorknob, sealing us in.
As soon as that’s done, my lips are on hers. I’m unbuckling my belt, and Heavenly is pulling up her dress, and our hands are anxious to be skin on skin.
“I can’t believe you’re going to take me for the first time in a closet,” Heavenly giggles as she wraps her legs around my waist.
“I’ve got a lifetime to make it up to you,” I grunt as I pull out my cock and press it to her wet opening.
We’ve spent days petting and teasing one another, and it’s all built up to now. This is what happens when I do the honorable thing and make both of us wait for me to have her.
“Fuck!” I nearly shout, and Heavenly puts a hand over my mouth as I thrust inside her in one long glide.
She tenses a little, and my eyes fly open to see if she’s okay. She’s biting her lip, but she smiles at me, and I talk with her hand over my mouth.
“Goddamn,” I mumble, trying to hold still.
She drops her hand away from my mouth and then tips her head back against a pile of linens. The sight of her is fucking unreal. She’s utter perfection, and I’ve spent my whole life trying to be good enough for her. The way her red hair is falling around her, and the way our bodies feel together… It’s like we were meant to be. It’s that simple and that easy. We were destined to be with one another.
“If you don’t move I’m going to scream,” she moans, and tightens her legs around my waist.
“Fuck!” I shout again as I pull out and then thrust into my new home.
This time, she doesn’t try to keep me quiet as I grip her hips and fuck her onto my cock. The feel of her sweet, velvety heat wrapped around me is almost more than I can stand, but I don’t want it to end.
“Shit,” I mutter, and bite my lip to keep from cumming.
“I never knew you had such a filthy mouth.” Heavenly leans forward and sucks my bottom lip into her mouth.
I growl and then turn, taking her to the floor of the closet. I pull at the top of her dress and free one of her breasts. I take a nipple in my mouth and suck on it hard, and I thrust in and out of her in a pounding rhythm.
This should be more delicate. This should be slow and sweet and on the bed of rose petals I laid out for her. But we’ve never gone according to plan, and a hot, steamy fuck in the closet is pretty close to perfect. She grips my hair as I pull her other breast free and then suck that nipple into my mouth.
“Oh God, that mouth of yours,” she moans.
“You call me King when my cock is buried inside your royal pussy.”
“I think you should taste my royal pussy, King.”
I pull out and immediately do as she asks, putting my mouth on her wet cunt and licking her. She moans, and I can discern a slightly metallic taste from her virgin pussy, but there’s nothing her body does that could possibly turn me off.
Just when I think she’s close to cumming, I sit up and push my cock back into her impossibly tight cunt. She’s just as tight as the first thrust, but she keeps telling me that she wants it harder. And I would never deny my queen.
She digs her nails into my chest as her eyes close tight and her back bows off the floor. She shouts her release, and I roar mine, feeling her pussy contract and massage my cum out. The feeling of my own orgasm filling up her womb triggers the release of even more cum. It goes on forever, and my balls ache from it.
“Can’t stop,” I say through gritted teeth as I pump into her.
“Carlos,” she whispers, and pets my back, soothing me through the most powerful orgasm of my life. “All of it, King. Give me all of it.”
Her soft encouragements turn me on even more as my body shakes from the intensity. I’ve never before experienced anything like it, and once the last of the pulses stop, I want to collapse on top of her.
But there’s no extra room to spare, so I can’t roll over. I pull out and help her stand up, and then I put my hands on either side of her face and bring her lips to mine. The kiss is deep and binding, a promise of more to come.
We both put our clothes back in place as best we can, all while laughing at what we just did.
“You’re so impatient,” Heavenly teases, and I smack her ass.
“Can you blame me? I’m married to the most beautiful queen in the world. I’m only so strong.”
“Save some energy. You’re going to need it.”
Heavenly winks at me before she moves the broomstick and opens the closet door. If she thinks she’s just going to waltz out of here after that comment, she’s got another think coming.
“I think you need a lesson in just how much strength I’ve got,” I say, pulling her back in and securing the door.
By the time I let her get off again, she’s apologizing and promising she won’t ever sass me again. I already can’t wait for the next time she does it.
Epilogue
Heavenly
Ten months later…
“I can’t do this.” I watch as panic runs across Carlos’s face. I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. What did he think would happen when we went at it like rabbits for months after we got married? Heck, I was just on him this morning. He’s been like this my whole pregnancy. In constant worry that something might be wrong with me.
I couldn’t imagine if I’d had a rough pregnancy. He probably would have had a heart attack by now. In fact, this pregnancy has been more than easy. I might sound crazy, but I’ve loved every minute of being pregnant, and I’ll be shocked if I’m not knocked up soon after we have our first son. We do have a giant baby room to fill.
“Calm down.” I grab his hand and pull him in for a deep kiss. He leans on the bed, doing as I commanded and kissing me back long and hard.
A throat clearing interrupts us. Carlos pulls back, and I smile at the doctor and wink. “That’s the best thing I can give him to get him to calm down,” I tell the doctor.
Carlos is about to have a mild breakdown, and I’m the one in labor and about to push our baby boy out. I grab the side of his face and pull him in closer. I hear the doctor talking, but I’m only half-listening to him.
“I love you,” I tell Carlos softly.
“I love you so damn much,” he replies.
“You better get used to this.” I rub my nose against his, and he does it back.
“I don’t like the idea of something hurting you. Something I can’t control,” he admits.
“This is the most beautiful pain I’ve been in in my life. It’s for us,” I remind him.
“God, you get more perfect every day.”
“Who would’ve thought I could be even more perfect?” I tease, making him smile as he presses his lips to mine.
“My king,” I say, pulling back from him.
“Yes, my queen?”
I grab his hand and hold on tight.
“Get ready to meet out little prince,” I murmur as I start to push, bringing our little boy into the world.
Epilogue
Carlos
Seven years later…
“How did you manage to do all this?” Heavenly asks as she looks around.
“I have my ways,” I say, grabbing her hand and pulling her down on the blanket with me.
The kids are in school for most of the afternoon, so usually H
eavenly and I have lunch together. But today I wanted to do something special. I set up a picnic in the orchard for just the two of us. This side is private, but I even went so far as to hang blankets around us so that we’d be completely unseen.
The white gossamer flows around us, and it looks like something out of a movie. Heavenly is wearing a short yellow dress, and I trail my fingers up her lush legs.
“You wear these to torment me,” I say, kissing her neck.
“Obviously,” she replies, leaning back and letting my lips trail lower.
“You’re going to be the death of me.”
“My intentions are only to drive you insane. Not kill you.”
“You’ve succeeded, my queen.”
She lies back on the blanket and looks up at me. There is so much devotion and love in her eyes that it makes my chest ache.
“Make love to me out here, Carlos. I spent so long dreaming of you and our lives together in this very spot. It was all I ever wanted.”
I slip my hand under her dress, and when my fingers brush against her pussy, I know that she’s not wearing any panties. I growl, but all she does is giggle as I flip her dress up and move between her legs.
“You know, if you want me to eat this sweet little pussy all you have to do is ask. You don’t need to walk around without panties on.”
My mouth covers her pussy, and the flavor I love so much invades my mouth. I moan around it and reach down, freeing my cock.
“Oh God, Carlos, right there.” Her hips rise off the blanket, and she grips my hair.
I bring two fingers up and push inside her wet channel, rubbing the place I know she likes best. When I feel her squeeze me, I know she’s close, and I sit up, replacing my fingers with my cock.
“Fuck.” It’s always as tight as the first time, and her sweet pussy is paradise.
“Always so dirty,” she moans, spreading her legs wider and pulling down the top of her dress.
My mouth latches on to one breast, and I suck on her nipples while rutting on top of her. Being out in the open like this feels dirty and a little dangerous, even though I know there’s not a chance of anyone coming close to us. But being able to have her out in the orchard satisfies my inner animal.
We’ve made love countless times, and every time is like the first. I’ll never get tired of the feel of her wrapped around me, giving her pleasure like she’s never known.
“Yes. That’s is, my king,” she moans and rides out her orgasm.
Her body goes soft, and I feel her pussy contract as waves of pleasure pulse through her. It’s only then, when I know she’s sated, that I pull out and sit up on my knees. She watches, her eyes wide with excitement, as I jerk off with her slick juices and cum all over her pussy and belly.
I love seeing my cum on her, marking her as mine. And for some reason, out in the open like this, it feels right. I watch as her hand comes down and smears it into her skin, then her fingers slip to her pussy, and she rubs her clit with some of it. It’s so erotic, and I can’t look away.
“More,” she moans, and my cock twitches.
“Yes, my queen,” I say, before thrusting back into her sweet cunt and giving us both what we want.
THE END
The Breeding Series
by
Alexa Riley
Sean Sparrow has one more job to pull: break into the bank, steal what he was hired to take, and get out. He plans everything to the very last detail, sure of success... until he sees Tessa.
Tessa Martin lives a humdrum life. With a boring job and a crappy roommate, she's sure there must be more to life than this. She's not prepared for the muscle-bound bearded man who walks into her life, offering her everything she's ever wanted.
When Sean breaks down all of Tessa's walls, she has no choice but to fall hard and fast.
But when the truth comes out, and Sean is fully revealed to her, will their insta-love be enough to hold them together?
Warning: This book hero is over- the-top obsessed, totally head over heels in love, and desperate to make babies with the heroine ASAP. If you want a fun read with SUPER hot steam, Kindle-melting love, and a beard to rub between thighs, then this book is for you
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Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.
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COVER
Model: Levi Stocke
Photographer: Mariusz Jeglinski
Cover Design: Perfect Pear Creative
For Patricia... I think you'll get a kick out of this one. I love you girl.
Chapter 1
Sean
“Oh, fuck, just like that. Take it all the way to the back of your throat.”
The slurping noise from the woman on her knees a few feet from me makes me clench my jaw. The smell of cigars and sex coats the air, making me wish I didn’t have to breathe in the stench.
“Oh, right there. Swallow it all,” Nick mumbles as the slurping noise grows louder, and he grunts his release.
Fucking hell, this is why I like to work alone. Being in the back of a seedy strip club after hours is making my skin crawl.
One last job. I keep reminding myself why I’m here. I’m going to have to scrub my body with sandpaper when I leave this place. I’ll need a scalding hot shower and might even burn my clothes. God knows what’s happened in the very seat I’m sitting in.
“You want her next? Maybe she can pull that stick out of your ass.” Nick laughs at his own joke as the woman pulls herself to her feet. She stumbles as she gets up, almost falling over in her heels. Who knows what she’s on. From how rail thin she is and the glazed look in her sunken eyes, I’m guessing something heavy.
She steps towards me like my silence is an invitation, but I stop her in her tracks with a stare. I’d rather cut my fucking dick off than let her anywhere near it.
“Come on, man. Loosen the fuck up,” Nick says as he adjusts himself and grabs a beer from the table next to him.
“I’m leaving in five.” I clip my words, making them hard. This meeting was supposed to start twenty minutes ago, and I have shit to do. Okay, maybe not shit to do, but I have somewhere else I want to be.
Stuck in the back of a strip club, waiting for the boss to show up, is not my idea of a good time. I took this job for one reason: a diversion. I need these guys, and I’m on a time crunch. Time that is ticking away and being wasted at this very moment. I normally like to work alone, but this job is paying me enough that I can finally retire. I’ll be set for life if everything goes according to plan. If being the operative word.
These guys think we’re just robbing a bank, which we are, but I’m after something else. A bank job isn’t enough to have me hanging up my gun, but my real reason for breaking into the bank will give me the good life. There’s a very important deposit box inside that vault, and that’s my moneymaker. That box is the real reason I’ve hooked up with these clowns, and they’re the only way I can get into it with the time I’ve got left.
No one needs to know I was ever in there, which is why I need a robbery to go down. I need chaos to help create a diversion while I get what I’m really after.
“You’ll stay until Heavy gets here,” Nick says, like he can make me stay.
“You forget w
ho asked who to do this job.” I start to rise from my chair, like I don’t give a shit about the job one way or another. They asked me for my help, but only because I’d planted seeds for them to do so. I don’t want them to know how much this job means to me. It’s better if they think I don’t give a shit.
Just then, Heavy walks in.
“Out!” he snaps, and the girls who have been roaming around scurry from the room.
Lazily, I drop back down into my chair and wait. Heavy pours himself a drink before making his way over to where Nick and I are sitting, a few more of his crew coming in behind him and joining us.
Heavy is anything but heavy. He’s barely five foot, balding, and wears the most God-awful suits I’ve ever seen. The only reason he’s got himself this little makeshift gang is because it used to be his father’s until he passed a few years back.
What was once a decent crew turned into a bunch of lazy fucks who clearly aren’t making ends meet. Seeing as they all latched on to the stupid idea of robbing a Federal bank, these idiots are dumber than I thought.
Or maybe Heavy’s as crazy as I’ve heard he is, and he just doesn’t care. Crazy is dangerous and makes for sloppy work. Crazy is hard to understand and not easy to predict. I feel like I’ve bitten off more than I can chew with this crew, and I’m starting to have second thoughts. My doubts are bubbling to the surface, and I think maybe it’s time to call this whole operation off.
Right until Heavy drops a stack of pictures and papers on to the table, making my heart jump into my throat.
I sit perfectly still, trying to appear completely unfazed by what I see. The real reason I want to call off the job. I don’t make a single move to indicate I know who the woman is. Her pictures are scattered across the table for all these men to leer at, and I’m cool and calm on the outside. On the inside, though, I’m losing my shit.
