by C. M. Steele
“You just want the flavor off my fingers. Brat.”
“Maybe, maybe not. But with that attitude you’ll never know.” I got up and started to clean up but he pulled me back down and into his lap. “This seat is much more comfortable.”
“I agree. Now, stop with the instant cleaning. That’s what they pay people here to do. I want you to relax for the next eight days. I’m going to take a shower and then we’re going to take a walk out in the moonlight. Sound good?”
“I’d like that, but I need a shower, too.”
“We can take one together,” he wagged his brows at me with a wicked grin.
Moving me off his lap, he got up and then pulled me back into his arms and dragged me into the bathroom.
“I’ll even let you wash my back.” He teased while turning on the water. As the water got to the right temperature, he lifted my top off of me, snatching my nipple into his mouth before I could stop him.
“Whatever,” I said half-heartedly. The man’s touch went straight to my coochie and it felt wonderful. Having never come before Brent, I loved every one he gave me.
He slipped my shorts and panties off, then made quick work of his own. I mean, holy hell, they were off before ten seconds had passed. His cock bobbed when he pulled his shorts down. I grabbed it tentatively. This was all new to me, but I loved the way it looked and felt. It was thick, long, and so smooth despite being stiff. I wanted to taste him like he did to me, but I was too scared to ask. It bobbed on its own and I was amazed. I looked back up at his face, trying to forget this gorgeous length and got a giant smile. “See what you do to him. He wants to play.”
Brent grabbed my hand and walked me into the stall, closing it behind us. The water was perfectly warm against my skin. He took the water that landed on my chest and began to rub it over my breasts, slowly teasing me into madness. I tossed my head back, letting more water run down my neck. His mouth came down on my peak, sucking and licking my breast until I clutched his hair and pressed him to my body. Water sprayed around us while he pushed me against the wall. The cold tile sent a chill and it felt so good against his hot mouth. Moaning, I asked for more. “Brent, I want you in me, please.” I didn’t care if I was pleading my body was inches from coming again. I knew that this was great because it was new for us, so I would need to find ways to satisfy us. I wanted him to always be hungry for me.
“Greedy, girl. I want to take my time and make you scream,” he said. He slipped one hand between my curls and strummed my clit. I worked my pussy into his palm. Rocking back and forth, I was about to come before he stopped. I opened my eyes and gasped in outrage, but then, with a laugh, he lifted me up and impaled me on his thick length. I cried out as he stretched me. Effortlessly, he controlled the movements, fucking me on his stick.
“Oh, God, Brent. I’m so close,” I shouted, clutching him for support. My pussy was pulsing on its own. It wasn’t going to take much more before I was coming on his cock.
“No, God here. I don’t think he’d approve, and frankly, I don’t appreciate anyone seeing or hearing your screams. They belong to me.”
“I’m coming,” I cried out, his words sent me over the edge.
Chapter 9 — Brent
On the last night of our vacation, I had something special planned. It was crazy, but I just didn’t want to wait. I was certain everyone would think I was out of my mind, but, since I was fucking my baby into her, a wedding wouldn’t be that strange.
She was walking down by the shore looking at the water that sparkled from the sun. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. She turned in my arms, and pressed her head against my chest. “What a difference a Brent makes,” she said.
“I think we were just meant to be together. Imagine if we’d met under their terms. I know I’d still fall madly in love with you, Alana.”
“Brent, you’re too perfect.”
“Nah, I think it’s the island. I know that when we get back, I won’t always have time for us because of the bar. Here I get to worship, spoil, and love you every waking minute.”
“Speaking of minutes, where have you been for the last sixty?”
“Setting something up.” I took a deep breath. This was going to be a letdown if she told me she wasn’t ready. I stepped back and dropped down to one knee. “I knew you were it from the start. I know I’m moving fast, but I can’t go back home without knowing you belong to me. Will you marry me?”
“Yes,” she sobbed out.
“Today?”
“Whenever you want,” she cried.
“Don’t cry, Alana.”
“Your love means everything to me, Brent.”
“You’re everything to me, my love. Now, please stop crying or our wedding pictures are going to be full of a blotchy bride.”
“Oops.” She wiped her tears. “I can’t have that.”
She was shaking as we walked down to the area where I had everything set up. When I brought her with me, the crowd cheered. It was most of the hotel staff that we came to know at the hotel and a special guest, Sarina and her husband. She was looking much better than the day we found her. The couple didn’t think they’d be welcomed, after they learned it was Alana’s stepfather who had almost killed her. I informed them that it would be our honor if they would come, so they consented.
The wind and waves gently blew in the ocean breeze. Alana looked beautiful in the flowy, long, gauzy dress that she’d bought on our trip to Grand Bahama Island. It was perfect for today and kind of the reason I suggested it. The ceremony was short and sweet, just like my wife. She was everything I could want without knowing it. I came to paradise not knowing I was finding my own little piece of paradise that I got to take home with me.
The moment we said “I do” and she was mine forever, I felt like a wave of relief rush through me. We walked from the sandy beach hand in hand. We were greeted with a barrage of confetti when we stepped into the hotel. Alana started to giggle that quickly turned into a hearty laugh. It was a sexy sound. I couldn't wait to get her in our bed and buck naked.
"Mrs. McCartney, you make one hell of a bride," I said, looking at her ass.
"Thank you, kind sir. You don't look too shabby yourself," she said, returning the butt glance, but she one upped me. She pinched my ass. The instant the elevator doors closed, I pinned her to the wall.
"That deserves retribution,” I warned her. I would take any reason to touch her and in any way she let me.
She tilted her hips, giving me better access to her ass. "Go ahead, Brent."
I cupped it nice and hard. "Mine."
As soon as the elevator doors opened, I carried her to our love nest. The hotel had set it up during the ceremony.
"Oh my God, it's perfect. I can't believe you did all this for me."
"I can't take credit. It was a gift from the hotel." Having saved one of their employees from being raped and killed, they wanted to thank us somehow. It was a nice gesture and Alana loved it.
"So, about my ass being yours..."
Epilogue — Brent
She was standing at the bar. It had just closed and she was lost in thought again. Pregnant with our second baby, she was glowing and, more than likely, picking out the baby’s room. Things had changed in the three years since our first meeting. The bar was booming as before, but I hired more people and took more time with my family. Alana took some online classes just because she could, but motherhood was the career she wanted.
After our insane trip in the Bahamas, a whirlwind of things happened. My father and her stepfather had been killed in prison. What I hadn’t realized was that my asshole sperm donor had no intention of caring that I was his heir. There was a clause in the company set up by my mother’s father. It said he didn’t possess full control of the company. I held a majority of shares and when I married I would have thirty days to claim it or it would revert to my father. Then he planned to have me killed before the thirty days, and the company would be completely his. I thought
maybe if I had died then he would have inherited, but there had been a clause, for that too, and the company would be sold. I had to be married first. My grandparents were nuts, but I did love them while they were alive. A part of me thinks he had something to do with their sudden deaths, but I had no proof of it and now it didn’t matter anymore.
After a year and a lot of legal rambling going on, the company was finally mine and I sold it. My mother was pissed when she realized that she wasn’t going to get a dime of the company. The United States government was interested in her hand in my father’s misdeeds. I knew she ignored his infidelity and everything, but I wondered if she helped cover some of it up. She fled the country with her lover on the news that he had been under federal investigation, making her look guilty. I hadn’t heard from her since. I never wanted to be a part of their life and shady fortune, but it was nice to have as back up, even though I earned my own living. Now, I was super rich and full of love. Things were perfect, including my sexy wife.
I watched her as she bent over the table to wipe it down. Her tits damn near spilled out of her blouse. I thought of my dick slipping in between those puppies. I wanted her plump lips wrapped around my cock so bad that I dropped a bottle I was holding in my hand. Luckily, it didn’t shatter, but it caught her attention and she looked up at me with those fuck me eyes she had. I tossed the towel off my shoulder and onto the bar, then walked around and straight up to her.
“You’re going to get fucked.”
“Promises, promises.” She arched her brow at me, but she just didn’t comprehend how sexy she made me. Three years later and all I wanted to do was spend time in her pussy and hold her tight. I turned her around and led her to the pool table. Leaning her over it, I gave her a nice little spank on her sweet, round ass. She gave me a scowl, but popped her ass out a little more. I cupped her pussy from behind, running my hand along the seam of her jeans. Her pants were wet and I knew my sweet Alana was ready to be taken. Fuck me, I stroked my cock to take away the pure lust I was feeling, but I thought better of it. I reached around and undid her jeans, sliding them down her legs. “Step out of them and open your legs wide.” She eagerly spread herself wide. I dropped to my knees, and I ran my hands up her thighs, stroking her soft flesh. As I got to the meaty part of her thighs, they were wet, her pussy was dripping with need. I licked each inner thigh, achingly, painfully slow. I wanted her to cream for me before she dropped to her knees.
Her pussy smelled so damn good I couldn’t wait to get a taste. It had been a long fucking day and I’d gone all day without her goodies. I spread her cheeks and licked her from front to back. Her booty shook as she staved off the stirrings of an orgasm. I’d learn just how she liked the dick or how she loved to be eaten. My tongue fucked her clit, slamming against it while slipping a finger in her pussy, I wanted to drink from her and I had to wring out every ounce of her juices into my mouth. Alana cried out. Her body tightening and I knew it wouldn’t be long before she was screaming loud enough to wake the dead.
I stroked the fuck out of her sweet honey and pushed my face against her pussy. With my slippery fingers, I rubbed her wetness on her ass cheek before spanking her. She shot forward, clutching onto the edge of the corner pocket, crying out my name and coming on my face. I drank her up letting her ride out her orgasm before taking a seat at the table and having her on her knees in front of me. She looked up at me, her face flushed as fuck. I loved when she gave me that eye contact as she slipped my stiff cock out of my pants. She licked her lips before licking off the precum leaking from the top. I growled when her soft mouth took the head in. This was going to be fast. I grabbed her hair and rolled my hips up and around, slowly grinding her face. Her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked me into a hard-coming orgasm. She caught the first jet straight to the back of her throat before easing off a bit and milking the rest onto her tongue. Over the years, she got freakier. Every time she heard a new song on the radio that was raunchy as fuck, it would inspire her and I’d find her trying to get into my pants while I was working on the bar supply order in the back.
I lifted her off her knees, letting her straddle my half hard cock with her wet pussy lips working him back to life. “I fucking love you, Alana.”
“I worship you, my Brent,” she said with conviction as she worked her hips until my cock entered her again. We both groaned because it wasn’t over and it felt incredible. I took her mouth and kissed the fuck out of her. It turned us on the dirtier we got. I fucking needed her without a doubt. Our son was going to be staying with my cousin and her husband while we went on vacation again.
“Bounce, Alana. Fuck. Give it to me.”
She crossed her arms at her waist and lifted off her top. Her large tits were even bigger and more sensitive since she was pregnant again. I snuck one of those huge nipples into my mouth and sucked strongly. She bucked, clutching onto my hair and coming hard on my cock. I tossed my head back. Letting out a roaring growl, I pumped a stream of cum into her sweet snatch.
“My fucking pussy. Squeeze every drop out, Alana. Now,” I demanded, smacking her ass. As soon as I was done emptying my sack into her, I carried my wife upstairs. “We need to sleep or we’ll be waiting for the next plane.”
“I want to call Sonya tomorrow so we can talk to Ryan. I’m going to miss our little man.”
“I know. I’m going to miss him, too.” Our son was two years old and a smart, lovable, little guy. He loved his trains and trucks. Always watching cartoons that had anything to do with vehicles. We were going to go to Chicago next month so he could visit the Museum of Science and Industry to see the trains and the classic cars. Alana was already looking for other car things for him to do. “I can’t wait until we take him to Chicago.”
“Me either. I can’t wait to take him on the train to downtown. He’s going to absolutely love it.”
“Yes, he is. But my pretty wife, it’s bed time,” I muttered against her ear and kissed her neck. She giggled and it did things to me. I had to fight the urge to take her again. Our flight left in the morning. I didn’t want to miss it, but it wouldn’t matter if we did because I was always finding paradise in her.
The End
