F.M.P. Society

by Dakota Cassidy

  She smiled coyly at him. “Do you love me enough to live without me wearing any makeup and tight clothes?”

  He mocked a shudder, “Wow, that’s asking a lot. You’re one demanding wench.”

  She rubbed his arm. “Okay, I give. Yes, I love you enough to live with your toy business. As a matter of fact, I’d like the opportunity to try a few more of those toys.” She snuggled closer to him, settling on the bulge that was pressing insistently against her panties.

  His arms tightened around her now, secure and snug. “Oh all right. Then I guess I can live with seeing you without your makeup.”

  Cara unzipped his jeans and let her fingers slide under the band of his underwear, finding the opening in the front of them. She reached inside and freed his cock, letting her fingers glide over the silken heat of him. “You guess?”

  He groaned as he sought her lips. “I can live with it,” he decided, chuckling as his hand slid under the band of her panties, running his fingers over her clit. Cara gasped, rotating her hips against him. Her nipples pressed painfully against her thin, cotton dress. She reached down to find the hem of her dress and pulled it up over her head, then stood and removed her panties. The warm breeze caressed her overheated skin, sending shivers along her arms. She settled back on Alex’s lap as he cupped her breasts, pressing them together to lick at her nipples. She leaned back, letting the palms of her hands rest on his thighs, as she felt the rise of heat lick at her cunt.

  Cara tilted her hips as she ground against his cock, the smooth heat brushing against her clit, creating a delicious friction. She needed him in her now. Stretching her and filling her to completion. The slide of his cock along her clit and his tongue on her nipples, circling them slowly brought her to climax. She grabbed at his shoulders, digging her fingers into his flesh as she hoarsely called out her release. She vaguely heard the tide in her ears, a rhythmic crash of water that matched her rapid heartbeat.

  She was having trouble catching her breath. “I don’t have a condom, Alex.”

  He gripped her arms tightly and licked her lips again. “I guess if you agree to marry me, a condom isn’t necessary.”

  She lifted herself a bit, circling his cock with her hand and hovering over it. “Hmm, a marriage proposal in the heat of the moment? I don’t know if that’s a wise choice, Mr. Mackenzie.” Cara let the head of his cock linger at the wet opening of her entrance.

  Alex’s hands held her arms tightly, as he sucked in a breath, his big chest expanding with the effort. “I already had the romantic proposal planned. You know the foie gras wasn’t just for anybody, but you turned me down flat before I got to it. Don’t tease me woman, say yes, or I can’t be held responsible for my actions.”

  Cara allowed him an inch of entry. “I remember hearing you say that before, but I still haven’t heard the magic words…” She slid the head of his cock an inch deeper.

  “Magic words?” he said through his clenched jaw.

  Cara pulled back an inch and nipped his bottom lip. “Alex…” she warned.

  “Oh, those magic words. I love you, Cara Anthony. I have from almost the moment I met you. So fuck my brains out now, or I’m rescinding all previous offers.”

  Cara impaled him swiftly, tightening her muscles around him as he threw his head back and moaned her name. She tunneled her hands through his hair “I love you too, Alex,” she whispered as she rode his slick cock, milking the thick shaft with her needy cunt, letting his hard length drive her to madness.

  Alex drove into her a final time as she climaxed and he followed soon after. Thick, spurts of hot semen washed her inner walls. Cara clung to Alex feeling the burn of tears behind her eyelids as she orgasmed. One slid down her cheek and splashed onto his neck.

  He cupped her face with his hands, kissing the tip of her nose. “Hey, what’s this? You’re not supposed to cry when a guy asks you to marry him.”

  Cara laughed, “That’s not why I’m crying. I’m just happy. Girls do that ya know, cry over stupid stuff.”

  He lifted her off his lap and offered her a cloth napkin from the table to clean up. It was dark now, but she could still see the gleam in his eyes.

  “If you ask me, I’m the one who should be crying.”

  Cara cleaned herself up and shook out her dress, shrugging it back on. “Why’s that?”

  He scooped her up and settled her back on his lap, “Because I’m the one who agreed to marry you even if you don’t wear any makeup.” He kissed her.

  “You’re funny, toy man, very funny.”

  He rubbed her legs briskly, “Hey, where are your shoes?”

  “My shoes…” Now, how to explain that.

  “Yeah, you said you always wore your shoes because you were cold.”

  “Right now, my feet are plenty warm but I’ll tell you about that someday. How ‘bout we pack up all this stuff and go back to your place so we can play with your toys.”

  He gave her a lecherous look, as he helped her pack away the food, “I just got a new shipment of toys, and guess what I found?”

  “What?”

  He pinched her ass as she bent over to pick up her jacket, “The Galactic Invader.”

  Cara began to giggle, “Oh, the Galactic Invader? In that case, toy man, I’ll race ya to the car!”

  Epilogue

  “Hey, girls! It’s the fairy godmother mailbox. I’ll get it.” Mia yelled when she heard the familiar chime.

  Since their return home to magic-ville as Cara had so aptly dubbed it, they’d lobbied long and hard for some changes with the elders in the community. It was slow going but the Council couldn’t ignore them for long. They wanted updates and some sense of satisfaction in knowing they’d helped someone, even if it was only helping them to be pretty.

  “Now who needs us?” Simone groaned. “Is there a woman alive who doesn’t need a lip wax?”

  “But you’re the best in the business, Simone…” Katia grinned at her. At Cara’s request, and in her honor, Simone and Katia, had come to an understanding of sorts. Like, Simone wouldn’t go on for eternity blaming Katia for their deaths. And Katia wouldn’t hold a grudge over Simone being chosen as Sports Illustrated’s model of the year just before she died.

  “Thank you, daaaarling! No one creates the illusion of cheekbones quite like you.” Simone cooed back in her familiar drawl.

  Mia slid across the floor in her fuzzy, pink bunny slippers, rolling her eyes. “Would you two quit with the love fest already? It gets like, just a tad gross after awhile, ya know? Now pay attention, this is an update on Cara.” Mia concentrated on reading the scroll. “Oh, wow, girls we’re going to be aunties! Cara and Alex are going to have a baby! Sorry, I’m getting ahead of myself. It says here that Cara Anthony and Alexander Mackenzie were married in a quiet ceremony. The adult toy mogul and successful cafeteria franchise owner exchanged vows on a sun-kissed afternoon, Saturday, May twenty-third, two-thousand and three. The bride was glowing in her Vera Wang dress—”

  “What?” Katia jammed her fingers in her ears and shook her head. “I’m not hearing this! She wore Vera Wang?” Katia squawked, “I can’t bear it! Didn’t I teach her anything about fashion? Vera Wang? She may just as well have gone and bought bargain basement.”

  Simone pulled Katia’s fingers from her ears. “Well, darling, look at it this way at least she didn’t go to Filenes’s basement. I mean, think of the cheesy rip-offs she might have picked up. Stop holding a grudge because Vera didn’t use you on the cover of Vogue’s bridal pick of the year. It’s like, so last millennium,” Simone reminded her.

  Katia narrowed her eyes at Simone, “Don’t even go there, Simone, or I’ll have to remind you—”

  “Ladies! Do you like even care what happened to Cara and Alex?”

  Katia and Simone gave her a contrite look. “Of course we do…”

  “Then shut up already! Okay, it says here that they honeymooned in the Cayman Islands. Oh, that must have been fabu! God, I miss the islands. And upon return,
rumors circulated that there was talk of them opening up an X-rated restaurant as a joint Mackenzie venture.”

  Mia began to giggle. “An X-rated restaurant, like what are they gonna serve? Maybe penis on a bun? Oh, Oh! What about dick-on-a-stick?” Mia’s shoulders were shaking with laughter.

  Katia and Simone wrinkled their noses in distaste.

  The eyes on Mia’s slippers wiggled maniacally as she laughed. “Wait! I have an even better one. What about fur—”

  Katia and Simone cut her off, barking in unison, “Shut up, Mia!”

  The End

  About the author:

  Always creative and a lifelong reader, Dakota Cassidy recently discovered the joys of writing Romantica and has never looked back. She’s still not sure how she went from writing a weekly grocery list to writing real live books! With her combination of humor and realism, she spins tales of everyday people in unlikely situations, and brings a laugh along with it. Thrilled to be part of the Ellora’s Cave family of authors, Dakota looks forward to making her readers smile across a variety of genres, but confesses to being most comfortable when her characters can display a contemporary edge—something Dakota herself enjoys.

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