by C. M. Steele
She pushed off gently and spun around, her mouth pressing to my jaw. “I’ve always loved your jaw.” She moved her kisses down to my chest, each peck stretching my patience. Now on her knees, Gretchen took my length in her hands then looked up at me with a passion I hadn’t seen from her before. I don’t know what came over her, but she looked at me with such determination, I throbbed in her hand, coating it with some of my pre-cum.
She gave me one more stroke before she slipped the tip past her lips. The new sensation teared down my spine before taking over my entire flesh. My heart pounded out of control and I nearly blacked out as she sucked my cum down her throat. I tossed my head back and steadied myself with one hand on the wall. By the time I opened my eyes, she was standing in front of me with puffy lips and a shy grin.
I pulled her against my chest and held her there. She was starting to relax too much. I looked down and could tell she was about to fall asleep right here. “Let’s get to bed. I know you’re tired and so am I.” I gave her one squeeze then opened the curtain and grabbed a towel for her. I bundled her up and then tossed another around my waist.
“I should pay that bitch in jail a visit and thank her for being evil,” she whispered as I tucked her into bed after drying her off.
“I think it would be a great idea. I owe her, and want to share the happiness she created.” I tossed my towel on the floor and slipped under the covers and wrapped her in my arms.
Chapter 6
Henry
I stood in the middle of the woods, our friends and family gathered around. I met Hardy’s sister and niece who had grown to love Gretchen and became my sweet woman’s family while she hid from protective services. After having words with Hardy about hiding her from me, I came to the understanding that he was right. We both had to grow up and she needed to see what life was like before coming back to me.
I wished my parents could be here to see how happy she makes me. I heard the music begin and everyone stood. Goosebumps covered my skin and I couldn’t stop smiling as I waited for her to come to me. “Fuck, man. I’m so happy for you,” Colton whispered, clapping my back.
“Thanks, man.”
I took a deep breath and there she was, standing arm in arm with Hardy. She smiled and Colton clutched onto my arm with his gorilla grip. “Hold up, Hank. She deserves this moment.” I nodded and caught myself, straightening as they reached us.
I took her hand in mine. “Thank you, Hardy. I have it from here on out and forever.”
“I always knew you would. Congratulations.” He kissed her cheek and I tried not to get jealous. Once the ceremony started, it was over before I knew it and the priest said to kiss the bride. I stared into her eyes wondering how in the world I’d gotten so damn lucky. She was everything to me, every single thing.
“Are you going to kiss her yet?” Colton asked loudly, causing the guests to laugh. Even Gretchen had gotten tired of waiting. She threw her arms around my neck and pulled my head to her. She lost her balance and we both fell. I had just gotten my hand under her head before we landed on the fall leaves and the white carpet we had laid out.
“Hmm…I wanted to kiss you when we were like this all those years ago. Now I can.” I lowered my head and finally sealed the deal, kissing my wife.
“Hey, enough of that. There’s a priest and children here.” Fucking Colton.
I stood and then held my hand out to my bride. She took it with pride and stood as well before dusting her backside.
“Mr. and Mrs. James, everyone,” the priest called out. The crowd began clapping and cheering.
Epilogue
Gretchen
His arms slid around my waist, wrapping tightly and holding me close. I could feel his cock digging into my ass. "Mr. James, you don't know how to keep your hands to yourself."
"What fun would that be?" He nipped at my earlobe, sending a drop of pain through me. My pussy flooded with need. I craved his touch and I'd been without it for far too long. Six weeks of waiting had been so hard that I'd lived in a perpetual state of fatigue and lust. Little Henry loved to eat and since I was breastfeeding, I had to be up at the sound of his wails.
“I have the night off, Mrs. James, and I want you. Let me see how bad you want it too.” He slid his hand down past my waist and under my skirt. I clenched, soaking my panties the second I felt his fingers run along the cotton fabric. I tossed my head back onto his shoulder. “You’re so ready, aren’t you?” he asked, kissing my jaw and down to my neck. He pushed my panties aside, making me gasp as his finger stroked up and down my slit. I closed my eyes, loving his hands controlling my body. “Tell me, Gretchen. Say it.”
“Yes, Henry, please. I need you,” I whimpered. He pulled his hand away and left me bereft of his touch, but not for long. He ran his hand down my thighs as he dropped to his knees.
“Hold onto the sink,” he grunted out his demand. With a rough tug, he ripped my panties off and pressed his face to my soaked core. I felt the first thrash of his tongue and I was gone. Over and over it worked my pussy, then he pushed one finger inside, stretching me all over again.
“Fuck, you taste so good and so damn tight, I’m going to come in my pants.” He teased my clit with his thumb, putting his mouth back onto my pussy from behind. I creamed onto his fingers and mouth. My body was too weak to stand.
He cradled me in his arms like a bride and carried me up to our bedroom. Little Henry just went down for his nap so we had at least an hour for this, but knowing how long it’s been we wouldn’t need that much time unless we made it more than two rounds. We tumbled into the bed, tossing our clothes where they landed. He looked down at me as he pushed his large cock into my depths for the first time in forever. I felt stretched to the brim, but still greedy as if I hadn’t come already. We started off slow then fucked hard and fast once my legs had a vise grip around his waist. I was coming again with Henry deep inside. I loved the feel of him finishing in me. I could never get enough.
Henry
Ten years later
It has been a wonderful life since the day I found my Gretchen again. Ten years and three kids later and I couldn’t be any happier. Henry, Thomas, and Mark were all born two years apart. That’s as long as we could wait before having the next one, but we decided the three boys were enough. They were already a handful of trouble. And if I kept knocking up Gretchen it would take forever for us to be empty nesters and able to shag in the house all alone. Then again, I loved being a father and watching her bloom with our babies inside her. That was my goal, to be ass naked with Gretchen. Ten years, three babies and my wife hadn’t really changed. I’ve loved her all these years and nothing was going to change it. If anything, I grew more lustful. I craved her attention, love, and cries of pleasure like they were a drug. Fuck, the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to knock her up. Maybe she could get off the birth control she was on.
The kids were with the sitter while Gretchen and I worked at the restaurant. It wasn’t often that she was there, but I was short-staffed for the Valentine’s Day weekend. I hated when she worked the floor for me. Tonight she was making cocktails at the bar for the guests. Thankfully, all of these fuckers were with someone because I didn’t feel like beating a motherfucker up.
I stepped out several times during the night, but I was too late to stop a drunk asshole. He ordered a bottle of wine and seemed to have polished it off. This time I came out and he was leaning over the bar demanding more liquor. “Sir, you’ve had enough. I can’t serve you again.”
“You fucking dumb little whore. I bet if I threw two hundred down your blouse you would and probably get on your knees for me too.” I stormed over there, Gretchen catching me out of the corner of her eye, clearly glossy from unshed tears. This motherfucker had a death wish. I grabbed his shoulder hard and spun him toward me, then I knocked his ass out. He was laying on the floor holding his face.
“You come into my restaurant and harass my wife,” I roared, only seeing red. “If you don’t wa
nt to die, I suggest you get the fuck out of here and never come back.” He started stumbling backwards and before he could get up, his date stuck her leg out and tripped him.
“You’re a sick pig.” She threw a ring at him and stormed out. The guy left and I addressed my guests.
“I’m terribly sorry about that unfortunate scene. All your meals are on the house for the night. Please stay and enjoy.” They all cheered, of course. Everyone likes a free meal.
I grabbed my wife and pulled her to me. “I’m sorry, my love. Are you okay?”
“Yes, my caveman. I love you so much.”
“No more bartending for you.” She smiled and kissed my cheek. “Oh no, that’s not good enough. I already gave them a free meal.” I dipped her backwards and kissed her like she deserved. It was Valentine’s Day after all, a day for lovers, and we were that and much more. The crowd erupted in cheers again. “Thanks. This place was built for my beautiful Gretchen here. That’s the piece right there from when we were kids. Happy Valentine’s Day everyone.” I waved them off and went into the kitchen, sending another server to handle the bar. I wanted to get out of here.
“Boss, I’ve got it from here. You and Gretchen should enjoy the rest of the holiday.”
“Thanks, Rod. I gave them their meals for free. Hold the tickets for tomorrow and I can do an adjustment for all of them.” Rod had proven over the years that he was more than capable of managing the restaurant, so we let him for the past year. It was the best decision I had made since I carried Gretchen out of here ten years ago.
We grabbed our coats and left out the back because I wanted to make sure she was okay. We stood in the staff parking lot and I held her close. “Are you okay, Gretchen? Don’t lie to me, please.”
“Do I ever?”
“No,” I answered, kissing her neck softly.
“I’m fine. I really just wanted to snap on him, but I didn’t want to do that in the restaurant,” she admitted, snuggling into my embrace. Something else was bothering her, I could feel her squeeze me tighter.
“Baby, was that it?” I questioned her.
She lifted her head and tilted it back to look at me. She smiled nervously, then confessed, “Yes, and I was afraid he’d try to hurt me before you got there. Henry, I’m pregnant.”
“Are you serious?” I asked.
She nodded happily. “Yes, you know I was sick at Christmas during the ski trip and they gave me that medicine. Well, the doctor thinks that messed with my birth control.”
“Wow, I was just thinking about knocking you up again.” It had been on my mind for a while because I hoped we’d have a little girl for her to spoil the way she should have been.
She quirked her brows at me. “Really?”
“Yes, I love seeing you swell with my babies. It makes me hard,” I pulled her tight, grabbing her ass and pressing my cock against her still flat belly.
“That’s because you’re a caveman.”
“That’s about right, but fuck, now we need to celebrate. Let’s get out of here.”
As soon as we got into bed, I stripped her body bare, reached over to the bedside table and pulled out the massage liquid. Slowly, I worked it over her supple body. All these years and her figure only got sexier if that was even possible. Squeezing the liquid over her ass cheeks, I rubbed it in and moved her sweet little backdoor. It’s been a while and the way she was squirming, I knew I hit the right mood. I worked her clit from behind and let my other hand tease the rim, relaxing her up so I could take her like a beast.
“I’m getting in here tonight. I don’t need to save my cum for your pussy, since I knocked you up. Tell me what you want, baby. Do you want me in your ass?”
“Yes,” she moaned, her back arching with her arm stretched out under the pillows.
“Good girl.” The head rubbed against her back entrance after adding a little more liquid pleasure to my length. Inch by inch, I stretched her ass, pushing inside her until I bottomed out. I grasped the sides of her waist, massaging and squeezing while I rocked into her.
“Fuck,” she cried out, her hand moving to her breast, and twisting her body to the left before pumping back. The view was too much. I could see her large tits and her parted lips as she moaned and played with herself, while I owned her ass. It was fucking magic. My balls tightened and I tried to hold back. I’d let her control this.
“Yes, Gretchen, fuck yourself on me.” I lowered my hands down from her waist to her mound, stroking her little nub because I was about to nut hard into her ass and I wanted her coming with me.
“Yes, oh shit. I’m coming,” she shouted, sending both of us coming intensely. I pumped until I was completely spent and my body weak, resting my head between her shoulder blades. Oh hell, I forgot she was pregnant and I had my weight on her. I got off and pulled out then watched the lovely mess I made. My cream dripped out of her ass and I loved it. I owned every inch of her. But it was her heart that I was the most grateful to have. If I didn’t have that, she more than likely wouldn’t let my big fat dick anywhere near her ass—a win-win.
***
Late September my little girl was born and we named her after my mother, Veronica Gretchen James. My family was larger than I ever thought possible and my life turned out to be amazing. It was all because of my heart, my soul, my Gretchen.
THE END
OTHER STEELE FAIRY TALES
MY GOLD:
Logan Lockwood, with his parents in tow, came home to a house in disarray. His favorite chair is broken and the scent of a stranger permeates through the house. Chasing her scent to his room, he sees a beautiful blonde laying in his bed. All can be forgiven because she’s his.
Grace Harper got into a world of trouble simply because she had to use the bathroom. Always the good girl, she’d never before thought of entering someone’s home uninvited, but desperate times and all that. Things go from messed up to extremely confusing with just a quick nap.
What happens when she wakes to find three large people staring at her, one with possession on his mind and desire in his eyes?
Can she accept Logan's claim or will he be forced to let her go?
MY PROPERTY:
Diego Lopez is in pursuit of his mate, Diana Bacon. Follow them as Diego attempts to hold his body under control until the next full moon. Once the moon is here there will be nothing stopping him from kicking in her door and claiming her for his own. No brick houses will keep him out.
This time the big bad wolf wins…
Another wickedly delicious twist on a childhood classic. I wonder if there’s something a bit wrong about messing with children’s books, but alas, I’m not stopping there. More to come…
