by Alexa Blue
By the time I’m done, I’m huffing and puffing, feeling as though a heavy burden has been lifted off my shoulders.
I haven’t looked into my mother’s eyes once for my entire speech. But when I lift my head again, she’s all choked up, and a tear slips from the corner of her eye.
With a deep breath, I will myself to remain firm. But how can I? With my mother’s shoulders rocking back and forth as her sobs grow more violent, I can’t help but feel like shit.
I have never seen my mother this fragile. I almost don’t know how to react. I reach forward and place a hand on her shoulder.
“I’m…” Mom takes in a big gulp of air. “I’m sorry, my angel. I never wanted to hurt you. I’ve always wanted the best for you, I guess I just never knew how to get that message across without being an asshole.”
My hand rubs against her shoulder, my desperate attempt at somehow consoling a woman I never believed had any emotions. “I’m sorry, mom. I never meant to make you cry.”
“No,” she says with a waggling finger. “You’re right. I have been a terrible mom. I have been a big girl my entire life, so I know firsthand what assholes people can be. I’ve struggled with the name-calling and even mocking from my mother. I never wanted you to feel the way I did growing up. But, that is no excuse, and from now on, I will work on being a better mother to you.”
What I expected to be a glimpse into hell turned out to be one of the best afternoons I've had this year.
What started as coffee eventually turned into lunch and then a few cocktails. It took us four hours to talk out and fix all the hurt and pain that gathering over the years. I even told my mother I consider her one of the most beautiful women I know—something I realized she doesn’t hear very often.
I’ve always seen my mom as a hard person that doesn’t care about my feelings, but I never really saw things from her side.
In her own screwed-up way, she has been trying to protect me her entire life. The fact that her mother was so emotionally disconnected probably didn't help out with her ‘delivery’ either.
I take a final glance at my wristwatch. It’s 5:21.
I scan my phone and see three missed calls from Carter. Shit. With my phone on silent, I didn’t even notice him trying to get hold of me. I need to get home soon before he starts stressing.
“Mom, I won’t lie, and I’m a little surprised to say this, but I had an amazing day. Again, I’m sorry for everything. We should have had this conversation much sooner.”
I tilt my head and see Uncle Sam nodding, as if to say, I told you so.
My mom leans in for a hug. “And I’m sorry as well. From now on, if something bugs you, promise me that you’ll speak to me, okay? I love you, sweetie.”
“Love you too, Mom.”
I pop in Adele’s ‘25’ CD in my car and hum along to every song on my drive back home. The lights are already on in my apartment.
“Carter?” I call out as I step inside.
“In here,” he calls back.
The lights all over my apartment are dimmed, and Marvin Gaye's blasting through my speakers.
A devious grin slides up on the top corners of my lips.
Carter, what are you up to now, mister?
I step into the bedroom to see Carter reclining on the bed, a sly smile on his face, covered in nothing but his black Calvin Klein briefs.
He lays there in all his semi-naked glory, and I cannot ignore the quiver between my legs.
Chapter Eight
Carter
My queen stands at the entrance of the bedroom, and my cock instantly swells up. From her invitingly pouted lips to how her dress molds around every curve of her insatiable body. Britney's looking delicious—and I've got one hell of an appetite tonight.
Silky blond hair hangs down over her full breasts, and long legs are barely covered by a yellow floral dress. I've waited long enough. Now I need to get that dress off.
“Come on in,” I growl. I’m lying back on the bed with my hands behind my head when she steps in. Her gaze narrows down on my expanding cock, desperately pressing against my underwear since she stepped through that door.
I’ve held out on sleeping with Britney for the longest time now, wanting to put her safety needs in front of own my selfish desires to make love to her. But now that I know she’s safe, I cannot wait a moment longer to claim her as my own.
Britney pulls her shoulders back, giving her tits that extra bounce, and pouts her lips seductively. Her hands are on her hips as she speaks. “Oh yeah? Why don’t you make me!”
My feet slap against the tiles as I dart toward her. “Woah!” she shrieks when I scoop her up in my arms and carry her to the bed.
I lay her down, spreading her body for me, and climb over her. My cock is solid as a rock. Pre-cum seeps out of my briefs, leaving a trail of desire against her skirt.
A sweet moan escapes her as I gently pull on the top button of her blouse, eager to get my cupcake naked.
“I was starting to think you weren’t all that interested in me,” she whimpers.
I tilt my head and meet her gaze as I continue to work each button, my hunger building more by the second. “Fuck, Britney, I have never wanted anything more in my life.”
“Really?” she chirps. “Then why did you wait so long to make a move?”
I reach down to her ear and reduce my voice to a seductive growl. “Holding out on claiming your sweet pussy is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do.” My sweaty fingers struggle to open the last few buttons. Fuck, I cannot take this any longer. I need to have her naked. Grabbing her shirt, I rip her blouse open, and a few of the buttons scatter across the room in the process. I’ll replace her shirt, but right now, nothing matters more than seeing my queen naked. I want to explore every inch of her thick body and show her how a woman is supposed to be treated. My eyes roll up every mouth-watering curve of her belly. The thought that I will soon fill this belly with my seed is fucking exhilarating.
I lift my gaze and fix it on her rounded breasts. God, now I know for sure; Britney was worth every minute of the wait.
I rest my body on Britney’s, and her legs spread for me. She slides them around my waist—right where they belong—and I thrust my pelvis forward as I clutch both legs, to really get a feel of her sweet pussy.
God, even with all the pre-cum oozing out of the head of my cock, the sensation of her wetness is fucking magic.
A small part of me wants to lower my underwear, pull down her panties, and fuck her right here. But I listen to the part craving to see her squirming with desire, screaming my name for all the building to hear.
Since I first laid eyes on Britney, I’ve wanted to claim her as my own. Now that the time has come, I’ll make sure it’s every bit as special as she deserves.
Britney sits up, which allows me to reach behind her back and lift her bra straps. With a single flick, I loosen her bra, remove it from her body and chuck it across the room. I hurl her bra against the wall with force, offended that it’s covering the deep cleavage that belongs to me.
I cup my hands under her tits. They are huge, but my large hands comfortably hold each breast.
Fuck, a small part of me still can’t believe this is finally happening. I have fantasized about the moment I get my queen naked for so long now. But none of those fantasies come close to matching up against the real thing.
A wide grin escapes me.
“What?” she asks, her voice all soft.
“They’re beautiful, and you know what’s the best part of all?”
“I’m hoping you’ll tell me.”
“The best part is that they’re mine.” I give her tits a good squeeze. “Yeah, baby, all mine.”
God, I’m not sure how much longer I can hold out. Britney rolls her hips. Her pussy is practically riding against my dick, with her speed increasing the more I touch her.
“My turn,” Britney pants, her eyes sparkling with desire. She flips her body over me, pulling me alo
ng until I’m flat on my back. My entire body trembles with want when she throws her legs over mine. When I first saw a picture of Britney, I was convinced she was the most innocent girl I’d ever met. I would never have imagined she has this devilish side to her, a side that’s driving me fucking crazy right now.
My cock is raging hard and presses against her as she climbs down on me.
My hand strokes on the thick erection through the fabric of my underwear, but she yanks it away.
"Nuh-uh, mister. I told you, it’s my turn now.”
She traces her fingers against the indentations of my abs as she makes her way down to my aching shaft.
A raging fire fills my entire body when she grabs the waistband of my underwear. I’m panting desperately with every inch she lowers them, and my grateful cock bounces with greedy anticipation.
“God,” she sighs, “you’re a big boy!”
I could spend an entire afternoon writing up a list of things I love about Britney. Like how she gets all shy whenever I call her beautiful or the butterflies she lets loose inside my stomach when her lips smack against mine.
But what I love most right now is how her eyes shimmer as she gazes at the beads of cum glistening on top of my head. I’m loving the way she sucks on her lower lip and brushes her golden hair behind her ear with her fingers in preparation, her lips parted. My eyes shut tight, and my head leans back as she drops onto my shaft.
Years have flown by; years spent obsessing over fixing my past mistakes. I have built a successful business, and all my hard work has finally paid off. Still, I now finally realize the missing piece of the puzzle. And now that I have her lips wrapped around my swollen head, I know I have everything to make my world complete.
“Hmmm,” Britney moans as she licks up every last creamy drop of my seed. Slowly, she drops her head over me and takes a few more inches of my shaft. God, she handles my prick like a professional.
I love the fact that when we’re outside, Britney carries an image of a beautiful, sweet girl, a girl every other guy can only hope to have. But in the bedroom, she turns into my bad, dirty girl, eager to please her man.
“Fuck.” She lifts her head and breathes over my head. “Carter, this cock is huge! I don’t know if it will fit inside me.”
“Baby, I plan on taking my time with you. Trust me when I say I will make sure it’s a perfect fit, okay?” I’m going to show Britney what it feels like for a real man to fill her. I’m going to show her what it’s like to be truly filled to the brim.
Her hands continue working up and down my shaft, with ever-increasing speed. The more she works my cock, the more impatient I grow.
I sit upright and press against her shoulders to stop her. Sweet Jesus, if Britney continued working her full lips around my shaft, I would have exploded deep inside her mouth. Not that I mind that, but I have a better place to plant my seed.
Britney lifts her head. Her cheeks burn with a fiery shade of red, and she’s panting as though she just finished a marathon.
“God, cupcake. I want you fucking so bad,” I purr as I pull her up by her chin so that her lips meet mine. Britney climbs on top of me and fiercely slips her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues massage each other, raising the temperature in the room by a few more degrees. The electricity that races through our lips as we kiss is nothing short of ecstasy.
Britney is my high that I don’t ever want to come down from.
We break apart, and I shred the rest of her clothes, pulling down on her skirt, together with her panties. I drop them down her ankles, and she kicks them off.
An electric shiver ripples through me as Britney wraps her tiny fingers around my shaft and hovers her sweet pussy over me.
With every passing second, my intense need for her increases.
My head presses against her warm, wet entrance, and her lips curl to form a perfect “Oooh” as I spread her open. I need to stretch her tight little pussy, and once my entire manhood is inside her, I’m going to fuck her hard and treat her pussy right. I’m going to plant my seed deep inside her and leave her belly rounded with my child. I will be by her side as our kid grows inside her. Together, we will make the best parents. Britney will teach them how to be kind to others, to always do what’s right. I will protect them and make sure no harm ever befalls them.
Her hands rest on my chest as she slowly takes in an inch of me.
"Are you on the pill?" I breathe.
Britney flicks her golden hair back as she gazes at me with hazy eyes. Her face is flushed with desire. “No. I’m not.”
“Good. I don’t ever want you on the pill.”
Her slippery cunt tightens around my throbbing head as she takes another inch. God, the feeling of my cock throbbing inside her is the stuff dreams are made of.
Despite the juices that glisten on her pussy, Britney is a tight fit, and it takes an extra bit of hip work to fit.
“Dear Lord,” Britney cries out loud, letting out a sigh of relief once my cock is submerged inside her. “Carter, that feels so fucking good.” Her eyes roll back, and she lifts her head.
I lift to look up at the point where we’re connected. Nothing has ever felt this right. The warm, silky walls of her pussy are pure bliss. She's so tight she's strangling my cock, and we’ve barely even started.
Britney allows herself a few moments to adjust to my girth. Her panting grows louder with every passing moment before she lifts her hips and drops back down on me.
"Oh, fuck, yes! You like that cock deep inside you?" I gnash on my teeth as a growl escapes me.
“Yeees,” she whimpers, lifts herself up again, and drops back down on me. This time, her ass slaps against my thighs as she lands. The sound is like music to my ears, music I know I will need to hear soon again—probably straight after this session.
My hands reach out to her tits, and I give them a gentle squeeze. I flick my fingers against her sensitive nubs, and that has her losing more control.
“Fuck… fuck… fuck, Carter! YES!” Her moans grow louder with every pounce.
Britney has a smooth rhythm, milking my shaft with her every bounce.
Our levels of desire have been filled to the brim. Each passing second is more fucking intense than the previous.
Faster.
Harder.
My queen begins panting hard and lowers her hand to rub on her clit.
Britney lets out a desperate whimper, and her entire body pulsates on top of me. Her body trembles when suddenly, a wave of warm juices flood over my cock, dripping down to my balls.
Watching her lose control like this is too much for me.
Britney is my trigger.
The gentle bounce of her tits draws to a calm as she finds her orgasm, and she crashes onto me. I cup her jaw in my hands and pull her lips to mine.
The warmth of her exhaling breath fills me as I continue pumping my hips and plowing my cock hard in and out of her.
I fuck her so hard that the only sounds to be heard are that of Britney panting and my balls slapping against her ass.
She’s coming again. My queen is at it again, and I give her one final thrust as I prepare to meet her in heaven.
“Ahhhh. Fuck,” I growl. My balls tighten up, and the first jet of cum sprays deep inside her, coating her womb with my seed.
I continue pumping my cock inside her until her contracting pussy milks every last drop of my cum.
Britney crashes on me, and I remain inside her slippery cave until my cock softens. I don’t ever want to pull out of her. Inside her is where I belong.
“Britney?” I say once I finally regain my breath.
“Uh-huh?”
“We’re going to be together forever. You know that, right?”
I feel her lips curling into a grin against my cheeks. I never make a promise I cannot keep, and this is one promise I will live up to for as long as I live.
“Britney?”
She lifts her head and looks down at me with a huge, satisfied smile. “Yes,
big boy?”
“I love you, cupcake.”
Britney tilts her head to look away, but that doesn’t hide the redness spreading through her cheeks. “You mean that, Carter?”
She best believe that I mean every word of it. Britney is not some one-night stand. She’s the woman I will make love to for the rest of my life. She’s going to be the mother of my children, my wife, and, most importantly, my reason for living.
“Cupcake, I’ve never been more serious. I knew from the moment I laid eyes on you, even when you bashed my head in… I knew this crazy woman would be the woman I would one day call my wife.”
A moan of content escapes Britney. “I love you too.”
Chapter Nine
Britney
“No! You’re not allowed in here.” Uncle Sam extends his hand, blocking me from entering as he stands at the entrance of his bakery.
My eyebrows reach up to my hairline, and I just stare at him with large, confused eyes.
What the hell is going on today?
“Uncle Sam… are you okay?”
