by Amy Brent
He tugged at the hem of my shirt and I lifted my arms so he could free me of it and then I worked at his zipper, the damn thing giving me a fit until I finally got it down. I slipped my hand into his pants and then took him firmly in my grip. He was hard and ready for me and I didn’t waste any time sliding off his legs and down between them. He rose from the bed, his hands brushing my hair smooth as I stroked his silky flesh.
He smiled as our eyes stayed fix on each other and I didn’t look away as I wrapped my lips around his swollen bell. His flesh was warm in my mouth and I sucked hard, pulling upward only to retreat again.
“You’re so sexy when you do that.” He chuckled and I smiled around his cock, letting my tongue flick out to tickle his shaft until a small drop of my reward pulsed from his tip. I wanted more and I enjoyed the praise. As I relaxed my throat to take him deeper, he leaned forward and slipped his finger between my legs. The flesh there was warm as well, and he touched my wet folds and spread the honey he’d collected to the apex of my mound, that place of sweet mercy that had been aching since I stepped out of the shower and saw him again.
He applied the perfect amount of pressure to pleasure me and I moaned around his cock, the sound vibrating from my throat and causing him to moan too. He slipped his arm up under mine and coaxed me up, pulling me away from his delicious erection.
“Lay with me, I want to taste you as well.” He scooted to the center of the bed and I knelt beside him, taking his length back into my hand, stroking it as he reached for my legs. I spread out and turned to my side as he urged me toward his mouth. We worked each other through my first orgasm and he quickly pulled away and got behind me.
“I want in you.” He leaned over to the nightstand, opening the drawer to retrieve protection and I waited with sweet anticipation as he sheathed himself. Soon his cock was teetering at my entrance and he held my hips, my ass tilted upward, ready for him.
In one hard thrust he buried himself inside me and I cried out at the sweet pleasure that boiled between my legs. He pumped steady and worked me over until another wave of ecstasy burned through me. I sat up on my knees as he thrusted and turned my head, finding his mouth was ready for me. I tasted myself on his lips and slipped my tongue into his mouth letting him taste his own need. He growled and pulled back, but I turned so fast I climbed back on him before he could take a breath. He lifted me up and carried me to the wall beside the bathroom door and I felt the wall at my back as I slammed against it. I barely felt it. All of my thoughts were focused lower, where the heat of his thick, long cock worked my depths. I ground against him, as he dug in, his hands gripping my ass tighter after each thrust.
I took a deep breath and found my voice. “Take me to the table.”
“Dirty girl, why do you want me to do that?” He lifted a brow and let out a chuckle.
“You know why. I couldn’t take my eyes off you with those powerful shoulders and the look on her face. I want to feel that same pleasure.” He turned, still holding me against him as he walked me out to kitchen and spread me out on the table. He lifted my legs up and rested then on one shoulder as he thrusted and buried himself back into my depths.
I gripped his muscular arms and let my hands work their way up as he leaned forward to kiss me and with that I shuddered as my release ripped free, clenching and easing around him. I milked him, even after the waved stopped crashing and not long after he pushed up hard and deep and his cock twitch inside of me, spilling his thick seed.
I wanted to taste him. I needed to have him in my mouth so as he pulled back, I slipped down and nestled myself closer, my mouth and tongue lapping at his sensitive sac. He slipped off the condom and stroked his cock then I greedily pulled it into my mouth and worked him while he shuddered through his aftershocks.
I loved the taste of him and I knew in my heart I never wanted to lose him. Things had been so crazy and being with him seemed so surreal, I didn’t want it to ever end.
Soon his cock grew even harder in my mouth, filling up my throat with his veiny flesh. And as he worked his hips closer, gripping my hair to control the depth, I nursed gently, pulling forth another load. He pulled back and it landed on my tongue giving me a full taste of his delicious seed. I pulled away and flashed a proud smile as I licked my lips and wiped my chin.
“I’m so glad I found you. You’re all I’ll ever need, Katie. He led me across the room and to the closest chair where he pulled me into his lap and nuzzled against my neck. “I love you, Katie.” The words were whispered so softly but they shot to my heart as if he’d screamed them from the rafters.
“You do?” I put my hand to my mouth, not believing that I’d given the response. I hoped it hadn’t hurt him that I didn’t reciprocate with the same sentiment, but instead he nodded.
“I do. I knew it when I lost you. I don’t ever want to lose you again. Promise me I won’t.” He kissed my shoulder and laid his head against me.
“You won’t, Grant. I love you too, more than I ever thought I could love anyone.”
He brushed a loose strand from my face. “How would you like to live with me back home?” The words had me reeling, but I’d only been in my house a short time. I loved that house but I loved him more.
“It’s only the first step. Jump with me, Katie. I won’t let you fall, I promise. I’ve got you harnessed in tight and I’m not letting you back out on me this time.”
“Yes. I want to. No more regrets.” His lips captured mine and he kissed me deep, and I knew no matter what happened from then on, I was his and he’d take care of me. I closed my eyes and imaged me all those years ago, backing out at the last minute. No more. I was taking that leap with him.
Epilogue: Katie
Halle’s fingers worked their magic in my hair and I sat back letting the comfort wash over me like a warm bath. I couldn’t believe how mellow I was, but over the past eleven months, Grant had made me so happy and comfortable I’d learned how to enjoy the small things in life.
“Your hair looks amazing, Katie. You’re going to be the prettiest bride ever.” She brushed back another strand and wrapped it in the curling wand.
“I still think we should have hired someone so you could relax too.” She’d been doing so much work as my bridesmaid, on top of assuring me that everything would be perfect, even if she had to do it herself, which she had for the most part, I was concerned she couldn’t enjoy it.
“I’ll have the rest of my life to relax when this wedding is behind us. Besides, it’s not every day that my best friend gets married, and I’ve always wanted to do your hair. It shouldn’t be any different because I’m related to the groom.” She had a point and I felt myself drifting again as her fingers relaxed my curls.
“Is it terrible that I’m so calm I’m falling asleep?”
“No, but you better wake up so I don’t accidentally burn you.” There came a knock on the door and I lifted my head to see Grant peek in. Halle dropped the curling iron to its resting rack and hurried to the door as he pushed himself inside. “Out! You’re not allowed to see her before the wedding!”
She crossed the room but wasn’t fast enough to stop him. “Stop being ridiculous with the old wives tales, I wanted to see my best girls before I leave for the altar.”
“Fine, but no kissing, you’ll only mess up her lipstick.”
“Do you hear how my daughter talks to me. I can’t imagine how she’ll talk to her stepmother.” He chuckled at his little joke and Halle and I rolled our eyes. He’d been teasing us both since he’d proposed.
It had happened the night after Christmas. We’d finally gotten our island home expansion complete and he was so thrilled to have Halle there with us that he wanted to solidify our family. It was the perfect time and I couldn’t believe he wanted it. Halle had known before me, and she was there for it. We both had cried and I’d accepted before he’d gotten the words out of his mouth.
“You both look beautiful. My two angels.” Grant kissed my hair and then did the same to Hal
le.
“You look so handsome, Mr. Roberts” I used the name because I knew it sent Halle’s gag reflex into motion.
“Go! You’ll see her before you know it. She’s in good hands, I promise.” Halle pulled him by the hand and urged him out of the room and I blew him a kiss as I giggled and waved.
“You’ll have the rest of your lives to be that sappy.” She put the finishing touches to my hair and then sprayed it in place.
“It’s not sappy.” I inhaled to laugh and tasted the spray fog as she pushed the nozzle. I coughed and we shared a laugh.
“Do you call him Mr. Roberts in bed?” She made a face and stepped back. “Don’t answer that.”
I turned and took her hands. “Are you sure it doesn’t bother you?”
“Katie, you’ve always been like family to me and even though I nicknamed you Mother May-I and never thought you’d be marrying my father, you’ve always looked out for me. I want you both to be happy. I can’t think of a better person for either of you.”
Tears filled my eyes and she stepped away to grab a tissue. “No. No. No. You can’t cry. You’ll mess up your face. Save that for the vows.” She dabbed my eyes and I took her hands.
“I love you, Halle. You’ve always been so good to me. I’m proud to be a part of your family.”
She hugged me and then I glanced to the clock. “I’ve got to get finished up or I’ll be late.” With that we went into a frenzy of trying to get the last touches before slipping my dress over my head.
Minutes later I was walking down the aisle. The fresh smell of flowers filling my nose as I drank in my groom. He had never looked more handsome, his piercing gray eyes ringing red with happiness as he beamed a smile in my direction.
Halle stopped near her father and took my bouquet. Then as the minister asked who presented me, she stepped forward and gave a proud I do.
Tears filled my eyes as I took his hand. The rest of the ceremony was a blur, but I’d never forget the moment his own I do fell from his lips or the kiss that sealed us together forever.
It had been a long journey from that moment he’d harnessed me in, preparing me for the jump, but he was more than worth the wait.
The End.
The Doctor’s Fake Marriage
Chapter 1: Evan
I liked Tana on her knees, and she loved giving me what I wanted—we were the perfect combination of kink, which was why I kept her around. Not that I had any other special attachment, no, she was nothing to me but a means to an end, and that end game was nothing more than a nut.
Once I had it, I would be on my way, and with any luck, the hospital where I was on call would call and spare me from her trying to drag out a long goodbye.
I’d fired her over three months ago, but she’d always managed to talk me into one of these little hookups, usually by dropping to her knees. She’d called me up earlier in the day to see if I could write a letter of recommendation, and once I signed my name, she’d thanked me the best way she knew how.
She’d gone down, pumping my cock between her long slender fingers and palm and looking up at me like she’d won the lottery. She deserved the recommendation letter, and no thank you had been required. She’d been a wonderful nanny to my daughter, Blythe, but once my little girl had turned four six months earlier, I felt it was time to stop fucking the help and make things at home be more stable. I didn’t need Blythe being confused, and she had even asked me once if Tana was her mother. Far from her, and thank heavens for that.
Since my wife had passed away just after Blythe was born, leaving me to raise her alone, I’d tried to keep my daughter’s life free from drama, so when Tana got too attached and things were getting a bit out of hand in the discretion department, I had to let her go. There were no hard feelings, but there weren’t any other feelings as well. I couldn’t love someone like Tana, who was not only too clingy but jealous too. With all of that said, though I could sure appreciate her many talents.
She continued sucking, flicking her tongue along my shaft. Every time she wanted to rise up, I’d put her back down to her knees and tell her how good it was. A little praise would go a long way with her, but I could feel the frustration building in her tense jaw. She wasn’t happy about the situation because she wanted more, and I knew her well enough to know she wouldn’t stop.
I took pity and pulled her off of me, then tugged her arms upward to encourage her to stand. Then without a word, I turned her around and pushed her face down across my desk as I hiked up her skirt. She’d always been a good girl to provide easy access at home, and I’d caught her bent over and ready to go more times than not.
I found she’d worn the thinnest lace she could find, so I tugged them down and left them around her knees. No need to step out of them, and she knew better too. That would only create more work and waste my time.
I centered myself to the opening of her slick channel and rubbed my cock through her wetness. She was so wet and ready for me like always, moaning and purring, so I wasted no more time being gentle. I slid my cock home into her wet core and parted her walls in one quick, hard thrust. She winced as the thickness of my cock spread her to her limits, spearing itself to her depths. I’d liked her for that tight little hole, and even though I’d used it many times, it had always snapped back ready for more.
She was a resilient young woman of twenty-five years old, and at thirteen years younger than me, she wasn’t what I saw myself with. The truth was, I didn’t see myself with anyone full time. The only way I’d marry ever again was if someone put a gun to my head and even then, I’d have to think long and hard about it. I considered the possibility and pounded her harder.
She moved her ass and pushed herself back against my cock like a hungry whore. “You want that, you dirty fucking girl?” I whispered in her ear, and she moaned out.
“Yes, fill me up, please. I need it inside of me.”
I worked her over, through her first release and then a second that built off the waves which pulsed through her. She had always liked for me to finish inside her, but with her clingy nature, I wasn’t about to do it. I worked my cock deep, taking her to her depths, and then suddenly my release came, I jerked from her so fast, and her head spun around to see what I was doing, just in time to get an earful of my seed. Luckily her hair caught most of it.
She gave a disgusted look in my direction. “You’re really done with me, aren’t you?” That was the final straw I suppose. She knew if I was done soiling her then there’d be nothing left. The only problem is, there wasn’t anything between us to begin with, not really and certainly because I used to fuck her all the time.
I stuck out my jaw and looked down my nose at her. “I’m taking precautions to protect my interests. You’re no longer one of them.”
She gasped, and her mouth hung open. “I don’t know. You seemed pretty interested.” She waited until I took a spare handkerchief from my drawer and wiped up her back then she stood and pulled up her panties. As I tucked in my shirt and straightened my cuffs, she walked to the door giving me a pouty look.
“What man wouldn’t be interested in someone throwing themselves at him, it doesn’t mean I want you for more than this.”
As she got offended and gathered the rest of her things, my phone rang. The hospital I worked for was always busy, and I cursed under my breath as I saw the name on my phone’s screen.
Nora Strong. Dammit.
I watched as Tana left without saying goodbye. Oh well, next? She had made damned sure not to leave her precious letter.
“Hello?” I braced myself for what bullshit was coming. The woman was always busting my balls and had been ever since she hired me on, and I’d rejected her advances.
“Hello, Dr. Black, it’s Nora Strong. I’d like for you to come in as soon as possible to pick up the papers for your trip. I’ll be overseeing all the arrangements.” Her tone of voice indicated that she thought she was superior.
Great. “Every year I had to go to an offsite meeting t
o discuss the latest in medical procedures and techniques and sit through demonstrations and lectures. Sometimes there was hands-on learning. As one of the only doctors at the hospital without my own private practice, I usually got stuck learning.
This year, the special feature was a new birth control device, Ortho-nouveau and since they had to send someone to represent the hospital’s doctors, I had no choice.
“There’s another thing I wanted to talk to you about. It seems that one of the case studies, a Ms. Harbor Moore, she’s an intern at the hospital, has signed up to be involved in the program. Since she’s also representing the hospital and we’re compensating her tuition for her participation, I’d like it if you could keep your eye on her.”
I raked my fingers through my hair. “You want me to babysit?” I was quite certain there was more to it than that, but it was totally not necessary. Nora was trying to get a rise from me. She wanted me to protest.
