by Becca Colton
I kiss the top of her head and hold her tight, smiling as the movement of her fingers slows, her breathing becoming deeper as she drifts off to sleep. I close my eyes, enjoying the feel of her next to me, and soon I fall asleep too.
Chapter 6
Kaylee
I don’t know how long I slept. I feel completely relaxed and rejuvenated, like I’ve never slept so soundly before in my life, but the windows are dark, the room lit by a single lamp on the table by the bed. I’m on my side, my back pressed against something warm and firm. Rowdy. I smile as I remember the way he took me, ravishing me like I never dreamed possible.
I feel something long and hard against my ass and I press back against it, unable to help myself. His cock is hard like iron, but soft like velvet at the same time, and I reach back, eager to feel him in my hand again. He growls against my neck as I wrap my fingers around his shaft, stroking him with long, slow strokes.
He nips at the back of my neck and something that sounds a lot like a cat’s purr slips from my throat. A big strong callused hand slides across my hip, making me tremble as his fingers rediscover my pussy. Those talented fingers slide up and down my slit, drawing tantalizingly close to my clit but never making contact.
“Please, Rowdy,” I beg. “Don’t tease. I need you.”
He nips playfully at my ear, his fingers getting so close to my clit I gasp.
“I’ve created a monster,” he says, a smile in his voice. He places a kiss on my shoulder. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll give you what you need.”
I start to roll over on my back, eager to have him between my legs again, but he guides me onto my stomach, rising up on his knees and positioning himself behind me. He puts his strong hands on my hips and lifts me up onto my knees like I weigh nothing.
I look over my shoulder and gasp when I see Rowdy’s face disappear behind my ass, and then I forget how to think for a moment as he swipes his tongue across my clit and all the way up my slit. His tongue slips inside me and I drop my head to the bed, stars bursting behind my eyes. An orgasm comes out of nowhere, blasting through me like a thunderstorm as he tongue fucks me. I clutch the sheets in my clenched fingers and make a sound that doesn’t even sound human as Rowdy rubs my clit, his tongue doing things I never thought possible. I cry out again, my body trembling, my senses shattering like glass, as Rowdy pulls another orgasm from me.
Panting for air, I blink, everything within my vision appearing doubled.
“I think you broke me,” I gasp between deep breaths.
Rowdy chuckles, his hand slapping down on my ass. “Not yet, baby, but maybe soon.”
And then he grabs my hips in an iron grip and slams his thick cock deep inside me, not stopping until his balls slap against my ass.
“Oh my god!” I moan, unable to do anything except hold the sheets tight as Rowdy begins fucking me hard and deep, relentlessly pounding into me.
Something deep inside begins coiling tight, winding like a spring, as Rowdy’s cock pounds into me. He’s growling my name, saying ‘mine’ over and over, and I want to tell him that he’s right. I’m his. Forever. But I can’t talk. That ability is gone. Everything within me is narrowing down to a single bright point, that tightening sensation. It’s all I can think about. All I want, all I need, and then Rowdy’s pace falters. Once, twice, and then he shouts my name to the heavens as he slams into me a final time. I feel his hot cum flood my pussy, his thick cream feeling me and spilling over, running down my thighs. His cock pulses again and again, the throbbing sensation followed by more of his essence filling me, and the knowledge that his cum is in me, on me, running down my thighs, is enough to push me over the edge. The spring that was winding up comes undone, unleashing a world of endless passion through my body that makes me feel weak, turns my muscles to paper.
Rowdy’s cock slips free and I feel the mattress shift as he climbs out of bed. I don’t know where he’s going. All I know is that my brain and body are experiencing a strange disconnect. I’m here, on Rowdy’s bed, my ass sticking up in the air, and I don’t care. As long as I don’t have to move, all is right with the world.
The bed shifts again as Rowdy returns, and I feel a warm washcloth slide across my skin as the most wonderful man in the world cleans me up. By the time he’s finished, I’ve regained control of my body. Or at least enough control to lie down flat. He slides next to me, pulling me close. His breath tickles my ear as he says he loves me. I want to tell him I love him too but sleep claims me before I can. It’s okay though, because I know he knows.
Epilogue 1
Kaylee
Two months later . . .
“Welcome to Rock Solid!” Rowdy shouts out as he cuts the ribbon in front of the door with a pair of extremely oversized scissors.
The crowd cheers as Rowdy pulls the double doors open, locking them into position so everyone can enter. I never knew so many people in this town would be interested in a gym, but it’s not like there’s any competition around. Or maybe it’s the fact that the owner is an MMA champion. Or maybe it’s the fact that he advertised an open bar for the grand opening. I smile at that, wondering what people will think when they discover the open bar serves healthy smoothies.
As the last of the crowd enters the gym, Rowdy scoops me up in his arms and swings me around. A squeal escapes me before I’m able to catch it, and Rowdy chuckles as he sets me down, an embarrassed blush rising in my cheeks. He gives me a kiss, his tongue swiping across my lips, promising pleasures that will come later.
“You’re beautiful when you blush,” he says.
I raise an eyebrow. “Is that a polite way of saying I’m not beautiful all the time?”
He chuckles, raising his hands in a defensive posture. “Not at all. You’re beautiful all the time.” He steps forward and leans close, talking low so that only I can hear. “You’re especially beautiful when you’re laying in bed, sweat covering your body, your hair messed up, and your eyes sparkling with that just fucked look.”
My insides clench and heat pools in my belly. Damn him. He knows what he does to me when he talks like that, and I can’t sneak him away since it’s the grand opening of his business.
He flashes me a wicked grin, a twinkle in his eye. “As a matter of fact,” he says, “I know how to show you just how beautiful I think you are.” He tilts his head. “Or maybe it’s showing how much I love you.”
Before I can ask what he means by that, he’s already turning to the crowd, clapping his hands to get their attention. I freeze as all eyes turn toward us. What is he doing?
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Rowdy calls out, “when I retired and moved here, this”—he gestures at the gym—“was my dream, but I wasn’t here for long before a new dream took the place of the old one, and that’s the other reason I invited everyone here today.”
Rowdy turns toward me, reaching into his pocket and pulling something out as he goes down on one knee. I gasp, my eyes going wide, trying to think of anything else this could be, trying not to get too excited because surely this isn’t what I think it is.
“Kaylee,” Rowdy says, holding the ring up to me, “I’m a washed-up, out of shape boxer”—I can’t help it; I laugh—“but I love you with everything I am. You complete me in a way I never knew was possible and can’t imagine going through a single day without by my side. Will you marry me?”
I want to play it cool. Act like I’m going to need time to think it over. Put him on the spot and make him sweat. Instead, I squeal like a little girl and tackle him to the ground, covering his face in kisses. So much for playing it cool. Judging from the huge smile on his face, he doesn’t seem to mind.
Epilogue 2
Rowdy
Three months later . . .
“Yeah, baby,” I gasp out. “Ride that cock.” I raise my head and wrap my lips around the hard nipple inches from my mouth. Kaylee moans loudly, increasing the pace as she rides me faster, chasing her orgasm. I can tell she’s close, and that’s a good thing because her
tight pussy has me just minutes away from spilling my seed in her.
“Rowdy!” Her voice is thick with lust. “I’m going to . . . fuck . . . I’m going to . . .” She screams my name as her body tightens around me, and my cock surrenders to the muscles gripping it, milking it, coaxing my cum from me. I grab her hips and thrust up hard, once, twice, and then I fill her with my cum as she releases her juices over my cock.
She drops her head down, her long blonde hair hanging in my face as she catches her breath. “I thought . . . sex . . . got old . . . when people . . . get married.”
I chuckle, marveling at the beautiful woman sitting on top of me. My beautiful wife. We got married a month after making the announcement during the gym’s grand opening. We had talked about maybe taking thing slow but neither of us could think of a good reason why. I lift up her left hand and kiss her knuckles, still getting a thrill out of seeing the wedding ring on her finger.
“When we’re old and gray, sex will still not be old,” I say.
She slowly rises off me, sitting next to me. “Promise?”
“I promise.”
She smiles at me as I climb out of bed. The smile becomes a look of horror.
“Where are you going?” she asks.
I arch an eyebrow, pointing at the door. “Bathroom.”
She jumps to her feet, and for a second I wonder if she’s going to try to block me from going.
“Now?” she asks.
I give her a curious look as I walk by, and it does look like she’s contemplating stopping me. Possibly by tackling me.
“Well,” she says, “remember how I said I had something to tell you when you got home?”
I smile as I enter the bathroom. “How could I forget?”
I had come home from the gym and she had been standing at the bathroom door, wearing nothing but one of my long t-shirts. She had looked so happy, almost glowing. There was no way I could resist taking her.
I take care of business and wash my hands at the sink. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a little plastic stick on the corner of the sink. It almost looks like . . . I take a closer look and then spin around to see her standing at the door, nervously chewing her lip.
I sweep her into my arms and pull her close, lifting her feet off the ground as I spin her around. “We’re pregnant,” I shout, barely able to contain my excitement.
The nervousness on her face is replaced by the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen. She nods and I kiss her, carrying her toward the bed. She squeals as I toss her on the mattress.
“Again?” she exclaims, sliding back toward the head of the bed.
I nod, crawling after her, enjoying the sight of her nipples hardening under my gaze, my cock already hard and throbbing.
“Again, and again, and again.”
****
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Copyright © September 2019 Becca Colton
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