by Ella Fox
“Know we had spaghetti last night,” he says as he buckles his seatbelt, “but there’s an Italian place down the road that has the best chicken marsala I’ve ever eaten. Hope you’re hungry.”
I nod as he puts the truck in gear and backs out of the driveway. “I don’t know what the etiquette is about admitting that I’m starved on a first date, but I am.”
John snickers and sets his hand on my leg as he drives. “Fuck etiquette,” he says firmly. “Want you to be you, babe, not some whacked out version of you who is worried about how to act. For what it’s worth, I’ll be happy to see you putting some food down. You’ve lost weight since I left Chattanooga. Why?”
“I, uh, couldn’t afford much in the way of good food. Also, working at the restaurant meant I was on my feet for hours and hours each day.”
His eyes dart my way before he turns his attention back to the road. “Ruby didn’t have life insurance or anything?”
“She did have a small policy, but after paying for the funeral I was left with about two thousand dollars. Since I wanted to move here, I put myself on a strict budget and worked my butt off to make it happen.”
His hand tightens on my thigh a bit for a second or two. “Fuckin’ kills me, babe. I’ll always wish you’d found a way to get in touch with me because I’d have picked you up and brought you here immediately. Never would’ve had to bust your ass for tips and you’d have been eating like a normal person this entire time.”
I slide my hand over his and rub my thumb against his skin. “If I’d known you wanted me with you I would’ve come right away. Since I did have a clue, I did what I had to do to get here. I think it’s working out pretty well.”
He looks over at me and grins before looking back to the road. “Workin’ out better than I could’ve hoped, babe. Got you under my roof in under two hours of finding you. Give it a little while and I’ll have you in my bed, too. Even thinkin’ about what it’ll be like to make you mine all the way makes me crazy.”
“What’s a little while?” I ask.
I bite my lip as I finish speaking, mortified that I was just so forward. I know the blush on my cheeks is as bright as it’s ever been.
John groans as he pulls into the parking lot of the restaurant and finds a spot. Only when the truck is off and his seatbelt is unhooked does he face me. Sliding his hand behind my neck, he brings me to him and kisses me with such heat that I can’t think. When he lifts his head and breaks the kiss I blink up at him dazedly while he stares down at me.
“I’ll give it to you when you beg me for it and not one second before. That’s how I’ll know you’re really ready. You saved yourself for a reason. Don’t wanna rush it.”
My internal temperature skyrockets about eight hundred degrees. “I, um, wow,” I splutter.
“Wow was me findin’ you and bringing you home for good yesterday after thinking about you every day for three years.”
I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. “I thought about you every day, too,” I admit.
John pushes himself back with a groan. “Babe, you’re killin’ me. Everything you say turns me on,” he says.
Before I can respond, he gets out of the truck and comes around the hood for me. Opening my door, he helps me out, linking our fingers together as we walk into the restaurant.
Chapter 8
John
Until Mallory, I had no idea the amount of self-control I actually possess. Having her in my life and in my house is everything I ever wanted and then some. It’s been three weeks since she moved in and every day my feelings for her grow in leaps and bounds. That’s wild considering I knew she was the one for me from the moment I met her three years ago. Having her here with me has only solidified that for me a thousand fold.
Keeping my cock out of her has been hard as fuck, but I need her to be sure. She’s asked for me to do it but she hasn’t begged—and until that happens, I’m not going in. Need my girl to be as out-of-control and needy as I am. Every day I see her get a little closer to that point—I’m just waiting for her to go over.
Grabbing the pizza I picked up for dinner off the passenger seat of the truck, I head into the house. My heart feels full when I see Mallory down on the floor in the living room playing with Cleo. She’s got a toy that’s a pink feather on a long black plastic thing that can be flicked back and forth. I grin as I put the pizza down on the counter and head toward my girl. Crouching down, I kiss Mallory. Fuck me, she’s so goddamn sweet. I think about the taste of her all day at work and then when I get home I think of baseball stats so that I don’t scare her off by diving into her pussy like a lunatic. It gets a little harder by the hour, both literally and figuratively speaking. Breaking the kiss, I reach out and pet Cleo as I smile at Mallory. “Missed you today, babe.”
Mallory bites her plump lower lip and smiles as she sets Cleo’s toy down. “I missed you, too.”
Standing, I hold out my hands for her. Once she places her hands in mine, I help her up and then guide her into the kitchen. She asks about my day as we each put two slices of pepperoni pizza on our plates and head for the table. I tell her about my day and then ask about hers. She found a job a few days ago at an organic bath and candle store in the shopping center closest to our development, which she’ll start next week. This weekend we’re going car shopping for her—she thinks she’s getting a beater car for two grand but I am absolutely not down with that. I know she wants a small gas-friendly car, and I’ve already been doing the research on the best models for her. She’ll give me some shit but in the end, she’ll let me do what I need to do—which is take care of her. She doesn’t realize it but she takes care of me, too. I’ve never felt more at peace than I do with her at my side and in my life.
Since dinner was pizza, cleanup is easy. Within a few minutes, we’re lounging on the couch in the living room. Grabbing the remote, I hand it off to her so that she can choose the show. You’d think she’d like girly shit but I’ve come to find out that Mallory loves adrenaline movies. After she navigates through the on-screen menu and chooses an action movie she gets comfortable and cuddles into my side.
Half an hour into the movie, I realize I’m in trouble during a seriously sexy love scene complete with moaning, groaning, and begging as the actors go at it on the screen. So much for action movies being neutral, I guess. The sound of Mallory’s elevated breathing makes my dick hard. I shift a bit in the hopes she won’t see it. Apparently, I didn’t move fast enough because she sets her hand down on my erection with no warning.
“Fuck, babe,” I rasp. “You trying to kill me?”
She lets out a sexy sound as she climbs onto my lap and sets her hands on my shoulders. “Tonight is the night. I’m ready to beg,” she murmurs.
I go from hard to titanium hard in the blink of an eye. “Is this because of the movie?” I ask.
She shakes her head emphatically. “No. It’s just time. I want you, John. So much.”
“Hold onto me,” I growl. With Mallory wrapped around me, I stand up and then haul ass into my bedroom. Kicking the door shut behind us, I cross the room and set her down on the edge of my large black four poster bed.
The need to kiss my woman is so strong I can hardly think. I gently push her so she’s on her back and then I climb over her on the bed and do just that. Mallory moans and wraps her arms and legs around me as my tongue slides into her mouth. My girl kisses like a goddamn goddess and for several minutes, I lose myself in the feel of her tongue against mine and the sweet taste of her. I growl when she slides her hands down my side and cups my ass, using her hold as leverage to rock against me.
Tearing my mouth from hers, I stare down at her. “Fuck, Mallory,” I growl as I rock back against her. Her lips are puffy from our kisses and her eyes are wild with desire. “Before we go any further you need to know—I love you, babe. So much.”
I can hardly believe she looks surprised—like she just found out she won something huge.
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“Of course I do, honey. Always have. Always will. This right here? We’ll be doing this for decades to come. You’re mine, Mallory—and I’m damn sure yours. Want to have babies with you.”
Her smile is damn near citywide. “I love you just as much and I want all of that too,” she answers.
“That’s good,” I rasp. “I need to be in you bare, babe. Can’t have anything between us, ever. You good with that?”
“I am. And this… is me… really, really begging,” she whimpers. “I want you so much.”
“Fuckin’ killing me,” I rasp. “Need to get you naked, sweetheart. Let me up so that I can take our clothes off.”
After she complies, I push up and off the bed in one fluid motion. Stripping down to my boxers, I turn my attention to her. The sight of Mallory on my bed, cheeks flushed and eyes bright, is one I’ll remember for the rest of my life. Today she’s wearing a floral summer dress that stops mid-thigh and she looks sexy as fuck. When I motion for her to sit up, she does. I tug at the hem of the dress and she lifts her sweet ass and pulls the rear of the dress up so that I’ve got a clear shot. Any other time I’d try to draw this out but all I can think about right now is the taste of her pussy. I pull the dress off in one movement and then stop dead at what the sight of nearly naked Mallory does to my system.
She’s wearing a hot pink bra and matching silky bikini panties to match. Stepping in close, I reach behind her and undo the hooks on her bra. When they’re open, I put my hands on her shoulder and gently grab the straps before pulling them down and off her arms, leaving the top of her totally naked.
“Most beautiful tits I’ve ever fuckin’ seen,” I rasp.
As badly as I want to tongue her little pussy the need to suck on her beautiful dusty pink nipples is too insistent to ignore.
“Lie back,” I order.
She bites her kiss-swollen lip as she does. My cock jerks in my boxers and I feel a little pre-cum spurt out, the heat of it as it dribbles from the head and down my sensitive shaft so good I have to fight the urge to wrap my fist around it and jerk off until I come all over her. Later, I promise myself.
I climb up over her and start trailing kisses from her neck down to her sweet tits. Her skin tastes as warm and sweet as I knew it would, and I groan as I feel my cock release another spurt of pre-cum. Mallory is fucking destroying me and she doesn’t even know it. I feel desperate for her and I know I’ll never get enough of this. When I finally lick, suck, and kiss my way down to her tits, I flick my tongue over one nipple and then the other as I work back and forth between the two. She twines her fingers through my hair and lets out a series of desperate little cries as I do. This close to her pussy I can smell her arousal and it’s such a turn on I feel like my cock could burst from that alone.
Taking her left nipple into my mouth, I rapidly flick my tongue over it before I bite down gently and then suck hard. “Ah, John,” she whimpers as she scratches her nails against my shoulders.
The more I do it, the more desperate she gets. I watch as she rolls her head back and forth on the bed and then starts begging me for more. I torture her for a few more minutes before I start working my way down her beautiful body. I kiss and lick every bit of skin along the way to the elastic of her underwear. Once there, I wiggle my tongue just beneath the fabric, growling when she whimpers and begs me to take her panties off. Gripping the sides, I pull them down and then yank them off before I go back to her.
“Legs over my shoulders,” I murmur.
She quickly complies while I stare down at her tiny little pussy, bare save for a perfect little landing strip that I already know I’ll be marking with my come. The fact that she’s soaked is like waving a red flag in front of a bull. I feel the need to claim this woman in a way that is all-consuming. Unable to wait, I bury my face between her legs and inhale her perfect goddamn scent.
“Oh God,” she whimpers.
I want to go slower but I can’t because I have to fuck her with my tongue until she comes or I’ll go mad. She lets out a loud gasp when I trace her clit with my tongue. Desperate for more, I flick it against her sensitive bud a half dozen times before I really go at it. Sliding my hands beneath her, I cup her ass to hold her steady while I eat her perfect pussy. The sound of her breathless cries and pleas for more are music to my ears. She comes hard and fast, her sensitive clit no match for my tongue. I get every bit of her sweet arousal I possibly can before I start building her up again. I feel sweat breaking out over my body as I slide my middle finger into her tight heat.
“John, oh please, John,” she cries as I circle my tongue against her clit while thrusting my finger in and out. When I feel she’s wet enough I stop, stand, and drop my boxers. Positioning myself between her legs, I smile down at her.
“You taste fuckin’ fantastic,” I growl.
“Can I taste you?” she asks breathlessly.
Fuck me, the very idea makes me want to blow. I start to nod but then shake my head. “You can, but not right now. You put that sexy mouth on my dick and I’ll come within seconds. Need to get in you, honey.”
As I talk, I fist my cock in my right hand and rub it against her soaked pussy. Mallory whimpers and grips my arms as I dip the head of my cock into her heat. “Ooh.. that is…” she trails off, her neck arching as my dick sinks into her about half an inch.
Looking between us, I watch my cock as I make my way in deeper. I feel like I’m holding on by a thread. “So fuckin’ tight,” I hiss.
We both let out strangled gasps when I come up against her virginity. Knowing that I’m about to take her cherry makes my dick jet out more pre-cum. Mallory moans as her grip tightens. “So hot,” she whispers.
“Look at me, babe.”
When her eyes flutter open and her gaze connects with mine, I thrust in. Her eyes squeeze shut as she lets out a tortured sound. There’s nothing to do for it but let it happen, so I keep going until I’m balls deep in her tight cunt. When I’m there, I stop and whisper her name.
“Open your eyes again, honey.”
It feels like she’s taking a piece of my soul when her eyes connect with mine. The feel of her tight pussy squeezing my cock makes my back arch, which causes me to move inside of her. She whimpers and wraps her legs around me. “That feels better,” she murmurs.
“Rub your clit, babe. That’ll be even better.”
She blushes but does as I ask, sliding her right hand between us. Bracing myself over her, I slowly start pumping in and out.
“So good, babe. Fuckin’ dreamt of this so many times. Better than any dream.”
She smiles and then bites her lip as I pull almost all the way out and then slide back in. “That feels… wow,” she gasps as her hips rock up to meet mine when I do it again. I start to let go because she’s into it now. Words fade away as she rubs her clit and I make love to her, the sound of her wet pussy taking my dick like music to my ears.
“More,” she whimpers as I fuck harder.
“You like taking it?” I rasp.
She gasps and claws at my arms as I thrust. “I love it,” she whimpers. “So good, John. Do it harder.”
I groan as I pull almost all the way out and then sink into her hard and fast. “You want more?” I ask.
She nods frantically. “Yes. More, more.”
The headboard of the four poster bed smacks against the wall as I pick up speed. I’m holding back just enough to make her crazy. “What do you want, honey? Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”
“You,” she whimpers.
“Me what, babe? You want me to what?”
I know by the expression on her face the second she gets it. Biting her lip, she looks up at me.
“Say it,” I growl.
“I…”
I pull out again then thrust back in.
“I want you…”
I do it twice more, a little harder each time but still not full strength. She gasps when I bottom out and then swivel my hips while I’m in deep.
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sp; “Fuck me,” she groans. “Do it. Fuck me.”
Hearing her say it makes my cock jerk inside of her. “Rub that clit and hold on,” I growl.
And then I give it to her, the bed going from knocking against the wall to banging as I fuck into my woman. She begs and pleads as I do it, her tight cunt squeezing around me as we both get closer to coming. When I feel her legs lock around my waist, I know she’s there.
“That’s it,” I rasp. “Come all over my dick, honey.”
When she shouts my name and her pussy clamps around me, I lose it. My cock jerks inside her as blast after blast of my come pours into her. It’s so overwhelming that I lose myself for a minute and collapse on top of her. I come to my senses a minute or so later, lifting up and off her before I roll to my back and bring her into my side.
“Incredible,” I say.
She snuggles against me and makes a sound of agreement. “If I knew it would be like that I’d have begged long before now,” she says with a giggle.
I laugh as I wrap my arm around her and hug her to me. “Love you, babe.”
“Love you, too,” she answers.
Epilogue
Mallory
I smile at my husband as he comes through the door and heads straight for me. After kissing me nearly senseless, he lifts his head and sets his right hand down on my giant belly.
“How are my girl and my son doin’ today?”
“We’re good,” I answer. “He’s decided he wants to be a soccer player, I think.”
As I say this, our son kicks against his father’s hand. John throws back his head and laughs. “Kid has got one hell of a kick,” he says proudly.
I smile as I watch my husband enjoy the feeling of our son kicking. Never one to miss the action, Cleo jumps onto the counter next to us. John reaches out with his free hand and strokes the top of her head. “Hey pretty girl. Did you take care of Mommy today?”
