by C. M. Steele
“Mr. Bennett, your five-thirty appointment is here.”
“I don’t have a five-thirty appointment.” I cock my brow when she locks my office door. My balls fill up as she struts toward my desk with her eyes trained on me.
“I’m your appointment. I need to talk to you about a raise.” With her hand grabbing my tie, she drags me out of my seat and strokes my bulge with her other hand.
“You’re getting a rise out of me, baby.” My eyes rake over her, and I wonder what’s brought this on. We’ve been married for three months, and she’s been working for me the entire time. I slide my hands over her hips, growling as I lean in and snatch her mouth. My tongue thrusts between her lips like my cock is going to do to her tiny slit.
“Desk. Now.” We’ve been busy and professional since she started here, but that time is at an end. She does as I order, parting her thighs for me without having me ask. “Good girl. Now, tell me. Is your pussy ready for me? Does it ache for your husband?”
“Yes, it does. I want what belongs to me.” Her voice is heady and seductive. She grabs my tie aggressively, dragging me to her and then crushes her mouth to mine. “Mine,” she growls against my lips. I undo my belt and whip out my cock, thrusting it into her soaked pussy.
“Remind me to spank you. Where the fuck are your panties, Mrs. Bennett?”
“In my purse. I just took them off.”
“Good. Now, come for me. I know your greedy pussy wants it don’t you?”
“I do.” I pump my hips, dominating her sweet little core. She’s taking it like a pro, clinging to me and clenching around my cock until she screams my name. I cup her face and growl, emptying my load deep in her pussy. My vision blurs for a moment, and I nearly blackout from the fucking orgasm.
"Wow! That was incredible.” Pressing my head onto her shoulder, I try to catch my breath. Once I’m cool and my heart’s not jumping out of my chest, I ask, “Now, sweetheart, do you want to tell me what the hell spurred that on?" She shakes her head like that's going to work. My cock still throbs in her pussy, and she clenches again.
“Tell me.” I tilt my head and wrap my hand around the back of her neck, tipping her face to look up at mine. “Tell me why so I can do it again.”
“You didn’t do anything. That woman was here.”
“What woman?” I have no idea what she’s talking about at all. We had a meeting with a web client and three of their staffers, but I didn’t speak to any of the staffers. Only one was a woman, and frankly, I can’t picture her at all.
“The one who came in the group today.”
“Sweetheart. It’s very sexy that you’re jealous, but I’d never make you feel that way. I know that I’m ready to knock out every guy, but there’s no reason for it. You’re not leaving, and if you tried, I’d have to tie your beautiful ass to my bed. Aviana, I love you.” I take a long, smooth stroke, grabbing her ass with intent. “You’re the only woman who even gets my notice. I can’t even remember who she is, but that doesn’t matter. Let me remind you who owns me.” I thrust into her hard, slamming deep inside. We both groan. “More?”
“Yes, more. I love you so much, Cole.”
“You’re my only queen. Take my dick and remember that if you feel any need to be reassured, I’m right here.” I fuck her until she’s crying my name into my shoulder and I bury another load of cum into her depths.
I pull out of her and help her clean up. “How are you feeling, baby?” I ask, pressing my hand to her flat belly.
“Good. And the baby feels good as well.”
“I’m so happy you’re having my baby.”
“Me too. Now, hurry up and finish. Mommy’s hungry.” She rubs her belly and then struts right out of my office. I shake my head then sit back down, looking at the mess we made. Luckily I already put my laptop in my case. Time for date night with my lovely wife.
Epilogue
Cole
Almost two years later…
The wind blows her dress around, and I fight myself to hold it down, but it’s more than most have on as we stroll along the beach outside Maurice’s Tiki Bar. It’s been remodeled by the new owners, but they decided to keep the name. I reach out and take her hand, stopping her in her tracks. “Happy Anniversary, Mrs. Bennett.”
“Same to you, my sexy husband.” I thrust my hands into her long, flowing hair and pull her mouth to mine. We kiss as the sun beams down on us.
“We need to get going the boys are going to be waking up from their nap soon,” I whisper.
“They’re with their uncle who they love. He can deal with it. Besides, this dress is driving me nuts at this very moment. I want to bend you over the nearest bench and fuck your sweet, juicy pussy.”
“How about the car?”
“I’ve got a better idea, sweetheart.” I lead the way to a waiting limo.
“What a way to celebrate!”
“My thoughts exactly. Let me help you in, Mrs. Bennett.” We relive passions in the limo, thrusting, sweating as I fuck my wife for over an hour around the streets of Oahu.
Aviana
Five more years…
I lean on the banister, crumbling to the step, and sitting as another contraction hits me. Shit. I rub my belly for the hundredth time, wishing Cole was here. Then again, maybe I should have called him before I stepped outside and left my phone on the kitchen table. The baby is coming, and I’m rocking on our front porch. It hurts more than I remember. Maybe it’s because I’m older or it’s because we’re having a little girl, but I’m two weeks early, and the contractions feel strong as hell.
The bus pulls up to the house, and I try to stand, but my body revolts against me. The boys come running to me with smiles on their faces. Clenching my teeth, I do my best not to scare the boys because it could be a false alarm, but my boys are just as perceptive as their father. “Mommy, are you okay?”
“Yes, mommy’s fine. Can you get me my phone?” I collapsed on the steps with my phone still in the house like a goof. I guess my darling husband was right. He’s been pestering me for weeks to make sure my phone is nearby.
“Yes, mommy.” It’s ringing as Aiden brings it out. “It’s daddy.”
“Hello,” I grunt.
“I’m on my way, baby. Are you okay?” His voice is frantic but soothing all at once. Hearing him makes me forget about how much pain I’m in.
“How did you know I needed you?”
He chuckles, and it hits me right in my heart. I love to hear him laugh even if it’s just a little haha. “Baby, the home security system. I wanted to see that the boys got off the bus okay, and then my queen damn near passes out on the stairs. Are you trying to give me a heart attack? I’m on my way home now.”
“I’m fine. We still have two weeks.” I lie to myself. This baby is coming very soon.
“We do, but you know babies come when they please. I’m twenty minutes away. I’m going to call Missy and have her get the boys, so I can take you to the hospital.”
“I don’t,” I cry out to protest, but it’s pointless. “Okay.” The contraction hits me harder than the last, and they’re about six minutes apart.
“I love you. Stay put. Okay. I’m going to call right back.”
“I love you too.” He hangs up, and I set the phone next to me. I smile at how wonderful my life has been with him in it. Cole is everything a man should be, and then some. Every time his sister comes around, we talk about how cavemen our men are, but also how much we love every minute of it.
“Momma, I brought you some lemonade.” It’s about ninety degrees out in the middle of July, and I’m sweating profusely.
“Thank you, Cole.” He’s older by ten minutes from his brother Aiden. They’re identical twins, but their personalities are polar opposites.
I tap his leg and ask, “Can you get your bags? You’re going to go to Auntie Missy’s house.”
“Okay. Daddy packed them yesterday. He’s a very good daddy.” Aiden nods his head.
“And you’
re a great mommy,” Cole Jr. adds, pressing his head on my shoulder. The boys run into the house and grab their bags in two minutes and set them on the bottom step.
“Do you need help up, momma?” Aiden asks, standing next to me on the top step.
I set down the glass and reach out my hand for his. Giving it a squeeze, I say, “Thank you, sweetie, but no. Your daddy is coming. I’m going to sit here until then.”
Cole began to cry, hugging me. “Please feel better. I love you.”
“I’m going to be fine, sweetheart. We think your sister wants to come early.”
“Sister!” They cheer in unison, jumping on the top step. It makes me smile for a moment before the pain takes over.
The sound of a car coming down our road settles them down. It’s been about fifteen minutes since I hung up with Cole. It’s not him, but it is Missy and Jason. They pull up and jump out the second the car comes to a stop. “Hey, pretty lady, how are you doing?”
“Mommy says our sister’s coming.”
“She probably is, Aiden. Do you want to come spend the night with us?”
“Yes. I want to play with my cousins.”
“Well, they’re at their grandmas, but we’ll go get them.”
“We don’t have a grandma.”
“How about Grandma Jean is your grandma too? How does that sound?”
“I’d like that.” The boys smile like crazy. A year ago, I learned the truth about what happened to my parents. They owed money to a drug kingpin—a lot of money. They were selling for him, but they used the drugs instead. The police informed me that they were buried in an unmarked grave because no one came to claim them. I cried and tried to understand everything, but I still struggle.
With both of our parents dead, they don’t get to do the grandparent thing, but Jason’s parents love having all the kids around.
“Jason, can you take their bags?”
“Absolutely, Avi.”
“Thanks.” Another car pulls onto our road, and I know it’s Cole. Jason runs back as he sees me trying to get up.
“Relax. Let me help.” He takes my hand and guides me down the stairs as Cole dashes out of his car.
“Sweetheart. I’m here. Thanks, Jason. I’ve got her now.” He scoops me up in his arms and carries me to the car, sitting me in the back seat. “I want you to be comfortable.”
“Daddy,” the boys shout from their seats in Jason’s car.
He closes the door and then rushes over to the boys for a quick goodbye. It takes another twenty minutes to get to the hospital. I’m strapped up to machines as my contractions grow closer. Twelve hours later, at four in the morning, little Marie Sofie Bennett is born.
Cole
Another decade later...
The sun comes up on the beautiful beach. Lying in my arms is my ravishing wife of seventeen years. We have gotten a little break. Our three kids are back home while we enjoy a vacation alone. They’re with Bishop right now. As always driving him up the wall. He groans about it, but he loves it just the same.
My boys are heading off to college soon, and Aviana has had a rough time with it. This vacation is to remind her that we’ve got more time for just us. Besides, Marie is more than a handful by herself. She’s got her mother’s beauty and her uncle’s way of acting up.
I feel Aviana snuggle in closer, and she whispers, “Darling, I found out why I’m so emotional about the boys leaving.”
“Oh yeah?” I turn my head and adjust my body so I can get a better look at her. “Why?”
“You’ve done it again. I’m pregnant.”
“You’re giving me another baby?” I fucking can’t believe it. I thought we were done with the three. She stayed on birth control for about three years, but then we decided we wanted one more, but it just wouldn’t happen. We’d finally settled ourselves to be satisfied with our three amazing children.
“Yes, I am.” With a growl, I roll Aviana onto her back and kiss my sexy wife and the mother of my babies.
“You’re mine.”
“Forever and only yours, Cole.”
THE END
Excerpt: Sugar
Chapter 1
Lexi
I make a dash down the street, hoping the bus sees me, but no luck, and it drives away. “Damn it,” I swear, stopping and taking a breath. It’s been one heck of a start to my morning. My dog thought it would be fun to play outside instead of using his time wisely.
That’s what I get for having a husky. He jumped in the mounds of snow left over from the last storm we had. Thankfully most of it melted because he used my boots as chew toys last night, so I’m sporting my gym shoes. It’s not the nicest look, but I am comfortable, and thankfully most of the ice is off the main sidewalks.
I can’t wait any longer, and my fingers are too frozen to search the bus times. The cold breeze chills me to the bone, so I rush into the coffee shop. It’s almost eight. I have five minutes to get to school which means I’m going to miss my calculus class. Who decides to pick a math class at the beginning of the day? Seriously, I had to be insane. My next course isn’t until ten, so I do have some time to relax.
I step in behind a guy in a long, wool coat, expensive slacks, and shoes. His hair is cut fairly neat, but he has more hair at the top. Not too much, but just enough to look distinguished. I have no idea what his face looks like, but he pulls his phone out of his pocket, and I see that he’s sporting a very expensive watch. He’s got GQ written all over him.
What bothers me is how curious I am about him. Normally, I hardly notice anyone, and I mean that. I laugh when the news asks if you can identify a certain person to contact the police.
I’m like yeah, I’m totally useless, but this tall man has caught my attention, so much I can see that he’s got brown hair and he smells wonderful.
I take a deep breath, loving his cologne. Before I know it, I’m practically riding his back, I step backward one pace before he thinks he’s about to get mugged.
I’m sure he probably works in one of these buildings nearby. Most people around here at this time are employed somewhere in downtown Chicago. My mind flies to what his job is, that is until he gives me more to look at. As he turns slightly to look at his phone, I catch his profile, and I’m stunned. His face is covered in about two days of manly scruff, even so, I can tell his jaw is strong, and I could swear I heard a slight deep-voiced grumble.
I could melt on the spot.
He’s gorgeous and probably married or has a girlfriend that he’s gonna take her on a wonderful dinner where he may give her a diamond ring or earrings to go with a pair she already has. I can just picture the way she’ll sigh and coo with pleasure as she stares at the precious gift that he’ll treat as a small trinket and then he’ll look at her with those eyes, strong and full of love and passion. He’ll reach over with those thick masculine hands, cupping her jaw and lean in for a kiss.
I groan angrily and mutter, “Fucking hate Valentine’s Day.” Shock and embarrassment cover my face when the magical panty-melting, deep chuckle comes from the man in front of me. The man fantasies are made of.
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