by Alexis Angel
I can’t believe we’re here, doing this. I thought that I would never see him again, that he would write me off as the person that kept secrets from him, the girl who put her body online.
Now, here we are, fucking in his living room. And I want to be with him, not just sexually, but as a partner. I want to be his girlfriend. I can’t think about the future much more than that. It’s hard to think when he’s pushing his cock into me repeatedly, but I know that I want this for a long, long time.
Parker
Skylar is bouncing up and down on my cock, and I can’t think of anything else I would want more right now. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted, funny, sweet, sexy, and amazing in bed.
And she’s mine. I’m so relieved I have her back. And I get to have the sexiest woman out there.
It’s getting hard to hold her up. I’m strong enough, of course, but my legs are starting to feel weak with what she’s doing to me, and I have a very strong urge to get her horizontal.
I turn around and aim for the couch. I take one step toward it and lower her, putting her down on the couch on her back, roughly. She makes a small gasping sound when I pull out of her. Her big blue eyes are glued to mine as I kneel on the couch by her legs.
Her thighs fall open for me straight away, and I get between them, positioning myself in front of her pussy and push back into her. She’s tight. She moans when I slide in, and I buck my hips, picking up right where I left off when I was bouncing her on me, fucking her hard.
Her breasts bounce and her body moves back and forth as I push into her and pull back. Her mouth is open, and her eyes are on me, but she isn’t focusing on anything specific, only on the feeling between her legs.
Moans and whimpers escape through her open lips. Her auburn hair is spread out over the couch so that it looks like a crown of fire.
I pound into her. Her legs are spread wide for me, and she’s tight and wet, just what I need. She moans and gasps, and the sounds of our sex fill the room, her sounds combined with the wet sound of fucking.
I can’t believe I have her beneath me again. I thought I’d lost her forever.
I don’t think about it for too long. I push away the thought and pay attention to what I’m doing. I ram into her, harder and harder, until her moans turn into cries and her mouth opens wide. She closes her eyes, tips her head back, and I fuck her, hard.
“Baby,” she says, and her voice is breathy. She speaks as I fuck her, and it comes out in little bursts of sound. “Fuck me from behind.”
I slow. “Yeah? You like that?” I ask.
She nods, looking up at me with hungry eyes. “It’s my favorite,” she says. “I love it when you take me from behind.”
I don’t need her to ask me twice. It happens to be my favorite, too.
I pull out of her, and she pushes herself up from the couch. She walks around to the armrest and drapes herself over it, her ass pointing to me, her head down. She braces her arms on the couch.
I run my hands over her smooth ass cheeks. The skin is soft like butter. I slide my hand between her legs and feel her pussy, pushing my fingers into her wetness. She moans. Her pussy is on display for me, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
With my hand, I guide my cock to her and push the tip into her entrance. She gasps. I slide in slowly, and she lets out a long breath that only finishes when I’m all the way inside of her. Her body is at a downward angle, and I know that it will feel great when I fuck her now.
I don’t wait. I start bucking my hips, sliding into her and pulling out again. She moans. I move faster and faster, fucking her harder. My hands are on her hips, holding her in place. Her ass is spread out in front of me, her cheeks round and bobbing when my hips knock against them. I move faster and faster, fucking her harder, watching her ass jiggle as I do. She’s so hot. I fuck her harder and harder, and she cries out, the sounds muffled with her face pressed into the couch.
Her body is perfect, and I want to dominate her, to take all of it. I know she loves it when I take control, when I make a move and put her where I want her. She likes it a little rough, and it’s the one thing every guy probably wants, a woman that won’t just break.
I bend over and reach for her arms, gripping her above the elbows. I pull her up so that her back arches. My cock is still inside of her. I put my arms through hers and pull them together so that her breasts push out, her body is on display, and she can’t move. She gasps, turning her head to look over her shoulder at me. I kiss her. It’s a quick kiss. My tongue darts into her mouth a moment before I break the kiss and start pounding into her. Her body is pulled back and open, her ass cheeks clenching, and she’s tight around my cock.
I can see her breasts jiggling over her shoulder, and it’s so hot. I hold her hand back with one arm so the other is freed up, and I reach around, grabbing one of her breasts. I squeeze it and knead it. I pinch the nipple light and tug on it. She cries out when I do. I love her breasts. They’re beautiful to look at, orgasmic to touch, and the sounds she produces when I do are on a new level.
For a while, I fuck her like this. I can go on forever at this pace, and she’s moaning and crying out like she’s in a state of sexual bliss. But I want to come. I want to fill her up, release inside of her, and claim her as my own again. And I want her to reach climax, too.
When I let go of her arms, she bends forward again, catching herself with her arms. She’s breathing hard. I run my hands over her body and her blemish-free skin. I want this for the rest of my life.
I lean forward and reach around her body, reaching for her pussy. I push my fingers into her slit and find her clit, running one finger over it.
She gasps, and her body jerks against mine.
I do it again, drawing circles around her clit as I move in and out of her slowly. With long, languid strokes I keep her pussy busy while I run my finger over her clit, faster and faster. She gasps. Her muscles squeeze my dick inside of her, and her body spasms every now and then. She tips her head up toward me, and I stroke her hair while I finger her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She’s so close now.
When she gasps in the way she always does just before she climaxes, I start fucking her hard again. I only play with her clit long enough to tip her over before I let go of her. Her walls clamp down around my cock, tight as fuck, and I can feel her contracting and releasing. I fuck her hard, and she cries out loudly.
A moment later, I can feel it, too. I shove myself deep inside her and release, emptying myself into her. She moans and cries out, her head down and her hair hanging toward the couch. Her body shudders and clenches around mine, and I pump into her.
Finally, the orgasm is over, and we stand in the living room, my cock still inside of her, breathing hard.
I pull out slowly, and she collapses onto the arm rest. I reach for her and pull her up, letting her lean against me. I kiss her, and she kisses me back with such passion I’m left staggering. We walk to the bedroom together. I get under the covers, and she joins me. I pull her against me, and she lies on my chest, her arm thrown over me and her legs intertwined with mine.
The sex with her is fantastic, but being with her afterward is even better. Skylar is everything I’ve ever wanted. I had hunch about that a long time ago, but now, I know. I’m not going to let her slip through my fingers ever again. I’ve gotten a taste of life without her, and I hate it.
Skylar
One year later
“Does this look okay?” I ask. Parker pops his head out of the bathroom to see.
“You look beautiful, love,” he says.
I turn back to the mirror. I’ve put on a Lily Pulitzer dress with a large floral print. It’s very vintage, and it looks cute. It’s perfect for a wedding, but I’m having a fat day. I turn to the side. You can just start to make out a belly, but to the outside world, it looks like I’ve eaten a big lunch.
I turn back to the front and rake my fingers through my hair.
“Are you ready?” I as
k Parker. He comes out of the bathroom wearing khaki pants and a collared shirt. He’s clean shaven, and he looks as handsome as ever. His bright blue eyes are the color of a Fall sky, and they smile at me.
“How are you feeling?” I ask him.
He shrugs. “I’m okay.” I can tell he’s nervous. I don’t blame him. I can only be there for him.
We get into the car and drive to the venue just out of town. When we park, a big sign announces the wedding of Paul and Joshua.
It’s been a rocky road getting this far. Paul eventually spoke to his father about his sexuality. He didn’t lose the company the way he thought he would, but the old man isn’t exactly speaking to Paul right now. He said he’ll attend the wedding, so we’re all hoping it will be okay.
When Parker and I got married a few months ago, everything was different. Parker’s parents were ecstatic for us. It was as if they believed we were meant to be together. They were shocked when they found out my marriage to Paul was never official, but the news of Paul’s sexuality replaced that shock with another soon after.
When Paul came out, he introduced Josh, his boyfriend of two years, to them.
That had been news to me. During our supposed marriage, I was faithful because I thought it would only be fair to Paul. When it came out that he was effectively cheating on me, I felt betrayed.
Of course, I should have known Paul would do something like that. He cares for himself, first and foremost. And that’s fine. His relationship with Joshua seems to work, and having everyone happy is what matters at the end of the day.
I can’t be happier. I’m married to the man of my dreams, the bakery is going well, and we’re looking at moving into a bigger place soon.
We walk into the little chapel and sit down in the seats reserved for family. Jane reaches over Parker and squeezes my hand. She’s emotional. She took Paul’s news better than her husband, who sits next to her, looking sullen.
The ceremony is beautiful, and the two men look happy. It’s weird for me to see Paul like this, happy, relaxed, and openly gay. I think it’s better for everyone. Secrets never work. I know that from personal experience, even though it took me a while to understand that simple fact.
“That was nice,” Parker says when we walk through to the reception.
“I’m glad you’re okay with everything now,” I say.
He nods and smiles.
“Let me get you something to drink,” he says and kisses me on the cheek before he disappears. Jane appears by my side just after he leaves.
“That was a beautiful wedding, Mom,” I say to my mother-in-law.
She nods and smiles. “It was, wasn’t it? I’m so glad everyone is happy now.” She glances at me. “I always thought the two of you didn’t look quite right for each other. Everything has worked out now, hasn’t it?”
I smile and nod. “It really has. Everyone is happy.”
Jane smiles, too. Parker returns with a champagne flute with orange juice for me and a mimosa for himself.
“How are the mimosas, dear?” she asks me.
“Oh, this is just orange juice,” I say. I glance at Parker who nods almost imperceptibly. “I can’t drink.”
“Why not?” Jane asks.
“It’s not good for the baby,” I say.
She freezes and blinks at me before she grabs me and hugs me.
“Oh, my God,” she says. She’s tearing up.
Parker laughs and hugs his Mom before he pulls me against his side.
“Don’t tell anyone yet, Mom,” Parker says. “We don’t want to steal Paul’s thunder today. We just thought you should know.”
She smiles, pressing her hands against her mouth, trying not to cry.
When we walk away, Parker kisses me. My body responds, and I’m suddenly horny. It’s the pregnancy hormones. Lately, I’ve been wanting it all the time.
I kiss him back, pushing my tongue into his mouth, and I press my body against his. When he breaks the kiss, he looks at me, his eyes full of questions.
“I want you,” I whisper.
His eyes dilate, becoming hungry. He looks around.
“Come with me,” he says and takes me by the hand.
He leads me away from reception. We wander the corridors that lead to the guest rooms. The doors are all locked, but Parker finds one door that’s not. It’s a storage closet of some kind, small and cramped.
He pulls me into it, clicking on the little light before he closes the door.
The moment we’re alone, he kisses me again. His arms slide around my back and pull me against him. His cock is hard in his pants. He unzips my dress and pulls it down in the font, pulling my breasts out of my bra. My breasts are on display like this, pushed up by the dress. Parker dips his head and sucks on my nipples. I gasp, trying to keep quiet.
I’m getting wet.
As if he knows, Parker lifts my dress and works my panties down my legs a little before he pushes his fingers into me. He finger fucks me for a short while, my dress riding up, while he pays attention to my breasts.
When I can barely hold it anymore, he spins me around. I press my hands against the wall, bracing myself. He pulls up my dress so my ass is exposed, and his cock finds my entrance in no time. He pushes into me, and I gasp. I’m trying my best not to moan out loud. The last thing we need is someone walking past and discovering us.
The possibility of that happening and the secrecy of what we’re doing are thrilling. Parker pushes into me and starts fucking me, his hips pumping against my ass, his cock burying deep inside me. I gasp, taking him. His fucking pushes my breasts against the cold wall I’m leaning against.
The sensation is erotic.
Parker fucks me harder, and I can feel an orgasm building. I come so easily now that I’m pregnant, and I like it. It makes quickies like this very possible.
It doesn’t take long before he pushes me over the edge, and I orgasm. My body contracts, and I can feel my uterus around the baby squeeze as well. I shudder.
Parker only waits for me to calm a little before he pumps into me again. His strokes shorten, and he picks up another gear.
Suddenly, he shoves himself deep inside me, and I can feel him pump out come, releasing inside me. He lets out a muffled cry. A moment later, it’s over.
He pulls out of me and fixes his pants again. I didn’t even notice him undoing them. I reach for my panties and pull them up, straightening my dress. Parker helps me zip it up at the back after I stuff my breasts back in my bra.
He opens the closet door and peeks out, letting me escape first. The corridors are empty.
“I’ll meet you at the reception,” I say. Parker kisses me, and I make my way to the ladies’ room to clean up.
When I join Parker at reception, he’s already sitting at our table. I sit down next to him, and he takes my hand, kissing my knuckles.
“I love you,” he says.
I smile. Our life is one of adventure, stolen moments, passionate love, and luxury that still leaves me reeling. With Parker’s latest Grimrage installment that’s been released, his income practically tripled overnight.
But it’s never been about the money with him. It’s about love and family, and that’s exactly what we’re aiming for. A family, love, and caring for each other.
“I love you, too,” I say and kiss him again.
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Mr. President
They call me President Player. I got my finger on your button.
You wanna be the chief of my Staff?
Rub my 12-inch lust muscle till it shines?
I can make you explode with the flick of a wrist.
Give you what I like to call an Executive O.
When the media starts going after my bad boy lifestyle I know its time to switch it up.
That’s when I hire Ashley. She’ll pretend to be engag
ed to me so I can get the press off my back.
We gotta be careful and not get caught.
But its hard because she’s just so damn gorgeous.
I just want to push that tight little body of hers up against the wall.
Make her hail to her Chief. Over and over, till she can’t walk.
Yeah, the relationship may be fake.
But her face is telling me that the pleasure is simply Presidential.
America…it time to meet your future First Lady. Also known as…my fake fiancée.
Austin
"Oh, fuck me harder, Mr. President!"
I slam my 12-inch cock into Jia Park—the ambassador from South Korea—hard enough to knock a vase of flowers off the side table that she's clutching in both hands. I watch as the flowers tumble to the floor.
I've bent her over every inch of this hotel suite—the toppled sleek American chairs are a testament to this—and I'm just getting fucking started.
With both of my hands on her hips, I thrust again and again; my hips are rocking back and forth as I ravage her from behind with the force of a storm. With my thunder, I aim to give her a hot fucking bolt of lightening that she'll never forget.
"A dragon was born in a stream," she purrs, her long blue-black hair as dark as ink, and sticking to her neck with sweat. "And that dragon is you." She's looking back at me with smoldering eyes, waiting to see if I understand this Korean idiom.
It's not lost on me; I've done my homework.
I've prepared for this moment.
The dragon is a good reference. What the fuck did she think she was dealing with, a bunny rabbit? No, I'm a man on a mission, and I pack some serious fire between my legs.
"Kamsa-hamnida," I reply, thanking her in Korean, which surprises her.
