by Vanna King
I watch my dad from the second floor window of my old bedroom.
We are visiting for the weekend.
Jerry is watching the sunset with his granddaughter we named Bethany Grace. My heart clenches as I remember my mom, but it’s no longer painful. It’s more of a bittersweet feeling. I still miss her, but my heart is no longer broken. It’s whole again and loving fiercely.
Dad ruffles my daughter’s hair with gentle affection. He’s drinking coffee while Gracie is holding a cup of her favorite chocolate drink.
Soon they are joined by a woman. We met her last year at Gracie’s pre-school. She owned the pre-school.
It was love at first sight for us and Marlen. She’s in her mid-forties and a divorcee. I just knew when I gazed into the older woman’s eyes and she looked at my daughter with genuine fondness, she was godsend. Ry and I gained a new friend.
We invited Marlen at Gracie’s fourth birthday party we held here in Phoenix six months ago. That was when she met my father.
It was love at first sight for my father and Marlen, too. They were inseparable ever since. They got married shortly after and Marlen has since transferred her pre-school in this town and has been living with my dad in this house.
I kind of like the way Marlen decorated the house. It has a new feel now, more airy and bright. She kept most of my mom’s old decors but rearranged them and gave the house a new look. The woman is so talented and I thank God she came into our lives, especially my father’s. Dad hasn’t dated since Mom died, but when he saw Marlen, he went all out on her.
“Done studying?”
I smile as I feel my husband’s arms wrap around me from behind.
“I’m taking a break. This subject is torture to my neurons.”
I’m in my fourth year in college now. I decided to take up a business course so I’d be able to help Ry diversify our business. Ry has now three branches of his auto shop. He found a few investors and with the added capitalization, he expanded RevUp and now plans to offer it for franchise. He’s got a few potential clients here in Phoenix.
Ry was the one who urged me to enroll after we got married. Even when I got pregnant with Gracie, it wasn’t difficult for me as Ry has supported me with my studies all the way. I’m just thankful the small college I enrolled into was flexible with pregnant students. They allowed me to take some of my subjects online in the latter part of my pregnancy.
“Can I entertain your neurons while you’re taking a break?”
I giggle. “Done with your business downtown?”
“I have more pressing matters at home.” He did press his erection against my back as he uttered “pressing”.
“Hmm, how pressing is it?”
“Very urgent.”
He turns me around to face him.
My tummy flutters in excitement as I stare at my husband of more than four years. If anything, he’s even hotter to me now than ever. Maybe because I’ve come unto my own, found my full confidence in my own skin.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
I smile up at him impishly. “Let’s see. I have a beauty meter.”
“You do?”
“Uh-huh.” I unzip his pants and pull his dick out.
He inhales deeply, his eyes smoldering. “Kitkat…”
His cock rears in my hand like an angry beast, hard and hungry.
I lick my lips, knowing I’ve caused this blazing passion in him every time.
I look up in his eyes, relishing my power as a woman. A power he nurtures in me as years go by. Ry is so alpha, but he doesn’t mind me taking charge of the ship. He loves it.
I smile smugly and squeeze his big cock with both my hands, loving the fact that his erections are all mine. Mine alone.
“Yeah, I’m a goddess.”
RYLAND
Holding my breath, my heart thudding in my chest like a fucking heart attack, I watch my Kitkat take my cock into her sweet mouth. This never gets old, that moment when her pink lips touch the sensitive crown of my cock. I shiver with the bliss tingling down my spine.
She’s gotten really good at this. She can get me off in no time with her sweet, talented mouth.
I frame her face, putting my fingers under her chin. My fingertips are stimulated by the movements inside her mouth as she licks and sucks my length as far as she can down her throat. When she moans and purrs, my cum burns in my balls, ready to erupt.
“Jesus, baby…”
I pull out of her mouth and lift her bodily onto the desk.
I pull her panties off of her and kneel to worship between her legs. Putting her legs over my shoulders, I lick her creamy slit.
“Fuck, this pussy is always ready for me.”
“Are you complaining, husband?”
I squeeze my cock in my hand, stroking it as I suck her folds, drinking in her delicious nectar. I don’t ever get tired eating her. Every time I do, she seems to taste even better.
Her fingers dance in my hair as she lifts her hips, rubbing her pussy all over my face without inhibition.
Yeah, she’s a goddess. My goddess of fire. So fucking hot.
I lick her up until her cream is dripping down my chin and her breath is hitching, her stomach clenching, her orgasm just a few beats away.
This is my favorite part.
I want to enter her just as she’s about to come.
I raise myself and open her pussy lips wide for my cock.
Her small hole gushes cream like a fountain.
I enter her in one hard thrust.
She welcomes me all the way in.
Christ, so fucking good. Virginal tight still even after Gracie, but she’s used to my size now. “Stop the pill. I want a son.”
She nods eagerly, her eyes shining. “A son,” she repeats. “Yes, give me another baby, my love.” Her pussy clenches around my shaft greedily, as eloquent of her feelings as her mouth.
My heart swells in gratitude for what I have in my life now, my cock swelling even bigger as it intends to bring a new life into this world.
I take her hard and deep, as hard as I love her, as deep as my loyalty to her.
My balls burn so fucking good, ready to release my liquid passion, eager to shower her womb with my life-giving essence. And when I do, she comes apart in my arms, her body welcoming my seed with her own ecstasy.
She’s so fucking beautiful. We’re so fucking beautiful together.
“You think we made a baby?” I ask her moments later.
“Your cum is as alpha as you, Ryland Boyd. Nothing is impregnable when it wants to knock up a bitch.”
I burst out laughing. “Where in hell did you learn such language, wife?”
“Tyrion Lannister.”
“I think I missed that episode.”
“I better be the only bitch.”
“I think you’ve ruined me for all the bitches out there a long time ago.”
“Good to know.”
I kiss her lips gently. I can’t imagine life without this beautiful fire warming me from the inside out every day.
They say things happen for a reason. But sometimes we don’t know why things happen until much later when they reveal their purpose.
Now I know why Jerry saved me. He didn’t know it then, but he was making destiny happen. Mine and Rizzy’s destiny.
Now it has come full circle.
Destiny fulfilled.
“I love you, my Kitkat.”
“I love you, too.”
About the Author
Vanna King
Hi, I’m Vanna, and I write short, unapologetically smutty, cheesy novels you’ll hide from your high-brow friends and your mother but can’t wait to read under the blanket with your bedroom door locked. Luckily, with modern technology, you won’t need a flashlight to devour every dirty word, what with your Kindles on fire:)
Kindly manage your expectations though. I’m not competing for a Booker Prize, so my prose is so simple that even a third grader could write it. Consider this a warning
before you 1-click. Consume my shi*t at your sanity’s peril.
Every novella I write is a quick trip to happily-ever-after with a Neanderthal hero who cannot control his lust the moment he’s spotted the heroine, with a plot that will make your feminist panties tighten like a chastity belt (it won’t hurt to pretend you’re a bit of a damsel in distress in need of a knight to save you from yourself, for two hours, at least), and a heroine who’s coming of age and needs to decide her destiny in the most crucial moments (read: much younger than the hero, or much older, who’s basically smart but stupid in certain situations, but then again, who isn’t?).
That’s the flavor, basically. Now sprinkle that with a lot of action where it matters, if you know what I mean. Of course, after the hot action and some groveling, depending on who behaved like an ass between the MCs, there’s a guaranteed cheesy, eye-rolling, oh-so-predictable HEA. Sometimes it’s a HFN, but I promise, no cliffy.
All that said, I hope you enjoy reading my sh*t and you’ll keep coming back for more!
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VANNA KING
(A WHIRLWIND Novel)
SHE MAKES A STUPID MISTAKE. A VERY HOT stupid mistake. Or maybe not….
Leigh is getting married in ten days to a much older man who has contributed millions to her father’s campaign funds. Yes, in this modern day and age, she’s a good ol’ pawn in her parents’ political ambitions, and her fate is inevitable.
But she wants to do something before she resigns herself as a Stepford wife for the next five years of so. She makes one last wish to her parents before she exchanges ‘I do’ with the man of their choice. She asks three days to go somewhere, spend some time away from her family on her own. Her parents agree on one condition: she must not do anything to compromise the family’s reputation.
She flies to Vegas, checks into a hotel and casino, and vows to enjoy three days of her life with the freedom she craves.
There she meets a man. He calls himself Bron, gorgeous as sin, mysterious as the devil, and he wants her. Every cell in her body comes alive, screaming the same. She wants him, too. He’s the most sinful mistake she won’t dare commit ten days before her wedding. But she’s in Vegas, and there’s this saying… “What happens in Vegas…”
She’s always been a good girl, but for once, she wants to walk on the wild side. Take a risk. Experience everything with a man she truly desires before she commits herself to a loveless marriage.
One night.
One man.
A lifetime of memories.
