Unlawful Love: A BWWM Romance
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Geoff says, “Good. Because he loves you, and it’s about time you two get married.”
“Well, now, why don’t you tell me exactly how you feel?”
Geoff looks at me strangely. “I thought I just did.”
Everyone in the station laughs and claps joyously at the most adorable marriage proposal ever. I have forgotten they were there.
Greg hugs me, squishing little Geoff between the two of us and says, “I love you.”
I reply to him with my biggest smile, my eyes glimmering with hope and love for this man, “I love you, too.”
“I CAN’T BREATHE!” little Geoff exclaims as he squirms in the middle, and we share a burst of harmonious laughter before freeing my five-year-old and putting him back to the ground. I notice that Greg doesn’t have his gun and badge. That’s when I realize he did the same thing I did; the thought comforts me because we are so in sync even to these things.
He’s not going anywhere, Kylie, I tell myself.
Geoff then gives Greg the box with the ring. Then Greg puts it on my ring finger. I smile, I’ve never felt so happy!
I am so lucky to have these two in my life. I know Big Geoff is happy too, like the rest of our former colleagues who has yet to stop their cheering.
Heck, even the criminals are cheering from inside the cells. It’s a fun thing to celebrate such an occasion with them. But that comes with the job, I guess.
Greg helps me with my box, saying he already made sure to pack his earlier before I came to collect mine. I was so melancholic that I didn’t even notice that his desk was already clean. We bid the others farewell, and the chief orders them back to work.
The three of us are now inside the car. I make sure Geoff is comfortable at the back before sitting on the passenger seat with my future husband.
“Where to next?” Greg asks.
“Movies! Movies!” my son replies enthusiastically.
Greg turns to me, and I just shrug my shoulders and responds, “I can’t really say no to the little man who got his mama engaged.”
“Movies it is.”
Greg steps on the gas, and we all go to the movies to treat the man of the hour, Geoff. It’s late by the time the movie ends, and my kid is already asleep on the back of the car with a new toy in his arms. I feel my fiance’s hand on mine while he waits for the green light.
The romantic music in the car surrounds us. An instrumental by Paul Collier is playing on my playlist, the calming sounds make me look back to the past few days.
I remember how I used to suppress my feelings for Greg, convincing myself that this love we have now can never happen. Now? I can’t even imagine myself without loving Greg.
“Happy?” he says, squeezing my hand.
“No.”
“No?”
“I am beyond happy.”
I turn to him and lean in, capturing his lips with a chaste kiss. He kisses back, turning my innocent kiss into a passionate wet kiss. My hand reluctantly stop him since Geoff is with us.
“I don’t know about you,” Greg says with a devious smile. “But I think it’s healthy to show affection in front of our kid.”
OUR kid. The words make me weirdly happy.
“Really now?” I say with a naughty smile.
“Yeah.” His teeth slightly tug on my lower lip. “Some psychology doctor said so. I watched it on YouTube.”
I don’t argue, as I want to kiss the life out of this man. And we do, but not after Greg pulls over the car to the side. Paul Collier is doing a good job keeping Geoff asleep as his mama gets smothered by his soon-to-be official daddy.
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Kylie
My eyes can't stop looking at the new ring in my finger. I recall Big Geoff's parents say that they are happy for me because I finally found love again. They love Greg just like a son, and it honestly makes me so happy to know they give us their blessings.
Greg tosses a box on top of the desk next to me, making me jump and look at it. Before I can even process what is going on, my husband presses a soft kiss on my neck, and he doesn't stop there.
Greg hungrily litters my neck with hot kisses. I feel my throat burn up with how hot his kisses are making me, well, burn.
"Mrs. Miller, you shouldn't look at that ring too much." He licks my neck slow and hard, a throaty moan escapes my lips as I feel my panties grow moist. "I might get jealous."
I'm still getting used to Greg being open about his inner thoughts and hidden desires to fuck the hell out of me. I remember the first time he told me just how much he loved me and that he was not as calm and composed as he appeared to be.
Most of the time, he said he wanted to pull me in a tight embrace and make sweet love to me with every chance he got. It surprised me back then, but now, I'm slowly getting used to it.
Not to mention how I love it when he leaves angry love bites against my skin like he's eating chocolate right fucking now. Oh, my God... YES.
"Greg," my voice comes out like sweet honey against Greg's ear. I hear him let out a sharp gasp. Then I feel him tense up just a little, and I can already tell from the erection rubbing against my cunt that he really likes my voice, especially when it's high with ecstasy.
So I let him hear more of my moans, and then I grab his groin, which makes him go wild.
"Shit...ha...fuck…" He pulls away from my well-kissed neck. Greg's blue eyes are staring into my soul as he captures my lips and kisses the life out of me. We are both out of breath once the kiss ends, and he looks at me like a predator who wants to eat his prey.
Hungry. Very. Hungry.
But I pull myself out of that pit because I realize where we are at the moment. Greg and I decided to set up a PI business together. This is why we are in a new space we bought in the heart of the city just a few blocks away from Geoff's school. Today is actually moving day, and we already have all the furniture and stuff for our new PI office.
The desk where Greg is currently pushing me against to is the desk he'll be using, and it still has the plastic cover around it.
"We can't," I say reluctantly since I'm already pretty wet with just that kiss. My husband is a pretty good kisser, alright? The way he uses that big tongue of his inside my mouth when we kiss, the things that tongue CAN DO that other tongues can't.
Yeah. Greg's that good. And he knows I love it to the point that he made me come once with a torrid fucking kiss. When it comes to these things, Big Geoff can't even compare. And I'm pretty sure he'll agree with me, okay?
"You say that." His index finger moves to trace my jawline all the way to my chin. "But your eyes are telling me otherwise, Mrs. Miller."
And this is the time my resistance left me, and I don't care anymore. My legs spread wide to invite Greg further in, and my skirt pools on my hips. I comfortably sat on the edge so my predatory husband can see just how wet my panties are, and it's all his fault.
Then I move my panties to the side, my wet cunt is sticking against the fabric as my fingers expose it for my ex-partner from the force to examine it.
Ex-partner, and now my husband.
"Then you better give me that 12-inch cock, or I will shoot you," my voice trembles a bit in anticipation as I watch Greg pull out his raging cock and slip it in my cunt. He can no longer wait to feel my pussy suck him balls-deep, just the way he likes it. I moan, and he groans, the squelching sound of our union echoing in our ears.
"Fuck, you are so wet it goes right in." He pants and breathes heavily as he tries his best not to end up cumming immediately and wasting his thick hot cum by just entering me.
I feel his dick throb inside my hot walls. My pussy's sucking all of his cum, milking him to the very last drop. Also, I'm wetter than before.
Greg hasn't even moved yet! What is making me so horny right now? Don't tell me I have a hidden fetish for office sex; it's the desk, huh? I actually have a hidden sexual fantasy about being fucked senseless on top of a fucking office desk.
Whatever I'm thinking is now overtak
en by the sudden surge of pleasure. I'm feeling so much when Greg starts moving. He rams his cock hard that all I can do is call out his name in a series of moans and lustful cries. Then I feel his mouth on my left breast, his hot tongue playing with a nipple against the fabric of my top.
That erect nipple feels like it's going to melt inside that mouth of his, and the tingling sensation I feel around it muddles my brain. It turns it into mush.
Squelch! Squelch! Creak!
The sound of his unforgiving thrusts pushes the table by an inch. Greg's flesh slapping against mine continuously with abandon. To be fucked senseless on top of a desk feels strangely poetic right now. That or I've lost it to the way Greg fucks me like he plans to break me with his monstrous dick.
And he fucks me like just it's our first time.
On the edge of the desk, on top of it, and on the floor. Once Greg is finished with coating his new desk with our scents and cum, he fucks me against the wall, the cabinets, facing the window, and against the door.
Our passionate, sensual moans fill the room. Looks like Geoff might just get a baby sister soon.
This is my reality now, a fulfilled and happy life.
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