Under Cover: A Blue Collar Alpha Romance

by Aria Cole

  “Fuck the tour.” With a flick of my finger, I stripped her of her towel, letting it land at our feet before sliding the tip of my dick between her creamy ass cheeks. “Only place I'm going is right. Here.”

  I hit the tight bud of her ass with my tip, enjoying the way my cock left a trail of leaking cum across her damp flesh.

  “I need to wrap myself in you.”

  In a swift move, I angled her hips against mine and slid easily into her juicy folds. A sigh escaped her lips, and her fingers wrapped around the wrought iron bars of the ornate balcony as I fucked her breathless to the rhythm of the wild ocean beyond.

  “I’ve got something that could use a little attention.” I thumbed at her tight ass, enjoying the way her body danced and swayed beneath my touch. So responsive.

  “I thought about taking your ass,” I whispered in her ear, “but then I figured I could do a little better for the love of my life.”

  From behind my back, I slipped the velvet-wrapped present I’d tucked into my luggage as a surprise.

  “See, I wanted to give my new wife a little present she’d never forget,” I sucked my way down the dip of her spine, eliciting a fresh wave of shivers around the tight hug of my dick. “But I only want this pussy used to shape of my dick.”

  I eased the Pink Panther, her favorite pink dildo from home, from behind my back, using her arousal to lubricate the tip before edging it at her back entrance.

  “Oh my…” she sighed and then lost her words as I fucked her slowly, pressing at her tight hole with gentle persistence. “You brought my best friend.”

  “Consider him backup now. There’s only me getting inside this sweet cunt.” I was desperate to fill her full, and by the way her body came alive when I pressed the pink dildo to her ass, I was thinking we were on the same page.

  “That’s it, crazy girl. Relax and open up for me.” I swirled my other fingers at her clitoris, working her into a frenzy and then backing away again, trying to relax every muscle of her body so she’d give herself to me completely.

  “Keep rocking against me, horny girl. Show me how you need this dick.”

  She pushed a little closer, forcing herself onto the dildo with soft pants, before I used my tongue to lubricate and loosen her even more. Showering my sexy new wife in love and passion and pleasure was my only priority, savoring the touch of her skin against mine my favorite hobby.

  “Do you want me own all of you, sweet Phoebe?”

  She nodded, rocking her hips at a more fevered rhythm.

  “Yes, please, Detective Dick.”

  “Mmm…” My cock throbbed and leaked, twitching deep inside her as I barely controlled letting myself empty into her. “Crazy, beautiful girl, I can’t begin to tell you what you do to me.”

  “I feel so full with you inside me, like I might lose my mind if you don’t fuck me harder or kiss me more. My lady bits still need to recover from the shower. Your huge cock did a number on me earlier.” She wiggled her ass against the dildo. “But still, I want more of you.”

  A low growl rumbled from somewhere deep in my chest, my desire to fuck her senseless an urge I could no longer control. With slow precision, I eased the tip of the dildo past the ring of her ass, loving the way it sent a shiver quivering up her spine.

  The soft sigh that whispered past her lips made my dick pound.

  I edged a little deeper, easing slowly into her tight cavity until I felt the tip of the toy breach first ring of muscle.

  “Oh, my God, I don’t know if I can take it, Brody.” Her voice was soft, breathless, sexy, and angelic…and the hottest thing I’d ever heard.

  “Deep breaths, beautiful. I’ve got you, and I promise to be gentle.”

  I worked my hips back and forth, hitting the very end of her before pulling out again, her muscles softening with each slow thrust, her body coming a little more alive under me with each pass.

  “I-I’m going to come, Brody. I can’t control it—”Her words were cut off when soft cries slipped past her lips, her body tightening and shaking and fisting around my thick cock until my own orgasm was charging through my balls, sights set on one thing only.

  Working the dildo into her a little deeper, I angled the tip and then burst with full steam when I felt the toy against my dick inside her.

  “Fuck, baby, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

  She released around my dick, coming in soft thrashes as I dropped the dildo from her ass and held on to her hips with both hands, needing to hold on to her before I lost my motherfucking mind.

  My life began with her, and it would end with her and our family. “I love you so fucking much,” I muttered against the soft flesh at her neck. “I can’t wait to plant my seed deep inside you and carry on the family name.”

  She smiled against me, gaze holding mine as emotion wavered back at me. “I love you too, Daddy,” she whispered. “I’ve got a little surprise of my own.”

  She placed my heavy palm against the soft dip of her tummy.

  Tears cracked her eyelids and pushed down her cheeks.

  Tears of joy.

  “Baby…” I cupped her face in my hands. “We’re having a baby, Phoebe? We’re pregnant?”

  She nodded. “Four weeks. The doctor confirmed it the day before we left.”

  My heart clenched in my chest, and tears pooled in my eyes. I ran one hand up into her waves and inhaled her soft scent.

  “I don’t have the words to tell you how happy I am.” I kissed her long and slow, tasting my wife and my future all in one kiss.

  “I love you, Brody.”

  I groaned, kissing her like she was my reason, as her soft sighs floated in the air around us.

  She was my reason for breathing.

  My reason for living.

  My reason for it all.

  SECOND EPILOGUE

  Phoebe - Ten Years Later

  I smiled while watching my daughter. Sophie was sitting on the couch watching a cartoon with Charlie’s head resting on her lap. She petted his head with one hand while the other one held her lollipop to her lips.

  “She is adorable,” Brody said while wrapping his arms around my waist. “Just like her momma.” He kissed my cheek.

  “I just wish her daddy would stop giving her all those sweets.” I turned to face my husband, a look of disapproval in my eye.

  “Babe, don’t look at me like that. You know I can’t say no to her,” Brody said, pulling me closer to him. “Just like I can’t say no to her mother.” Right then my son came barreling into the family room.

  “Can you guys be gross somewhere else?” He made gagging sounds. Brody pulled him by his shirt as he was running off, bringing him into a hug between us.

  “Hey, if I didn’t love your mother so much, you wouldn’t be here. Now come on, give us a hug.”

  He rolled his eyes and gave in to the hug.

  “We ready to go to Grandma’s?” Sophie asked, looking over at us from the couch.

  “Yes. Let’s go,” Brody said, reluctantly letting go of me and our son.

  “Let me just get the dessert,” I said, heading to the kitchen island and grabbing the pineapple upside-down cake I’d made.

  “It’s been ten years. We do Sunday dinners with my mom every week. You know, you can stop feeling like you have to bring something.” Brody took the cake from my hand.

  “I know, but I like to. You gave me a home, Brody, a family. I never want to take it for granted,” I whispered, feeling my heart fill with love and thanks.

  Brody put the cake on the counter before grabbing my head with both hands.

  “I didn’t know what home was until I found you, Phoebe. You gave me everything. I love you so much, baby. I’m so lucky that you choose to be with me.”

  “Okay, stop being gross… Let’s go!” He yelled from the front door.

  “You don’t know if we are being gross!” Brody yelled back with laughter laced in his voice.

  “You two are always being g
ross!”

  Brody leaned into me, and his breath tickled my ear as he whispered, “I love you. To be continued when these kids go to sleep.”

  THE END