by Alexa Riley
Lizzy yawns and I know she’s tired from being up all night. I take her hand and we tell everyone goodbye. We promise to see Mrs. Honey tomorrow for brunch and so she and Lizzy can catch up on their shows. It’s cute how they’re so much like mother and daughter and neither of them realizes it.
“You take good care of her,” she whispers in my ear right before we leave. “Promise me.”
“I cross my heart,” I say, making the mark on my chest, and she nods at me. I don’t tell her that I promise to take good care of her too, because I know what she means to my woman. But I’ll make sure she always has everything she needs.
“Why am I so sleepy?” Lizzy asks on a yawn once we’re inside our house. “I was in bed for a large portion of the day.”
The sun is long gone and we ate so much food at Mrs. Honey’s house. I’m not surprised she’s ready for bed. I scoop her up in my arms and carry her up the stairs and to our bed.
“Because I kept you up all night,” I say as I kiss her lips and lay her down under the covers. “If only you could stay off my dick.”
She laughs as I undress her and then take off my clothes. I spread her legs and move down between them, kissing the insides of her thighs.
“Why don’t I tell you a goodnight story,” I say and run my tongue between her soft pussy lips. “I’ll write it out on your clit.”
I trace the tip of my tongue over her little bud and she moans loudly. Her back arches and she grabs my hair, raising her hips higher for me.
“Greedy girl,” I say as I suck on her clit and then lick it some more, sliding my fingers inside her.
“Always for you,” she gasps, and spreads her legs wider, telling me she loves me.
“I love you too, baby,” I whisper against her lips as I move my tongue faster.
I grind my cock into the mattress and feel the soft cushion of the blanket rub against it. I’m so fucking hard for her, but I can’t quit eating her pussy. It’s so warm and sweet and I’ve never had something so soft on my tongue.
I reach up and play with her tits and wish I could somehow suck on them while I suck on her clit, but I’ll do what I can until I figure that out. They’re so full and heavy in my hands and I wonder what it would be like to fuck them. I want to rub my dick between them and then cum all over her neck. I want to see my seed smeared all over her body so that I know she’s mine.
She cries out as her orgasm hits her hard and fast and her words of love ring in my ears. She’s flushed and gasping for air as I move up her body and sink into her. I should let her sleep but my need is beyond reason right now. I know that if I have her right now I can hold her in my arms all night.
My cock swells and gets impossibly bigger when I glance down and see my ring on her finger. She’s mine and as soon as she gets the wedding she wants, she’ll be my wife. I plan on making sure every wish she ever has comes true, and until my last breath, she’s my whole world.
“Harder, Rocco, harder,” she moans as her nails dig into my chest.
I do what she says as the throbbing need to cum takes over. I grit my teeth and try to hold back because I know she’s close to going again.
“Right there!” she cries when my thumb grazes her clit and her pussy tightens on me.
When I feel her body tense I can’t hold back any longer and we both climax at the same time. It’s hot and hard as waves of pleasure wash over me and I feel her own release on my cock. We’re messy and spent. I roll on my back so she can lie across my chest. I kiss her all over and whisper how lucky I am as I hold her close.
When I was behind bars I never imagined I’d end up right here. I fantasized and I hoped, but I never dared to think that this could be a reality. I don’t know how I got so fucking lucky, but one look at Lizzy and I was a goner. Being locked up didn’t stop our love, and nothing ever will. That’s how I know she’s the one and my forever.
Epilogue
Lizzy
One year later…
I lie in bed smiling as I listen to my gentle giant of a husband sing to our baby girl through the baby monitor. Beside that is the framed picture of us getting married. The once-bare house has turned into a home over the last year.
I roll to my side, letting my eyes fall back closed, enjoying listening to him. Our baby girl has already quit crying. She enjoys listening to her daddy too. I wouldn’t even call it a cry really. More of a fuss from having to be removed from my breast so her dad could change her.
We haven't been home long from the hospital and I’ve yet to change a dirty diaper. Rocco is all over everything and barely lets me move. Don’t get me wrong, I’m enjoying watching him dote on our daughter and me, but I’ll go stir crazy soon if he doesn’t let me move from this bed.
I think this is the first time I’ve ever complained about being trapped in this bed since Rocco came home to me, but with sex off the table, I need to do something. You would have thought my labor was hard with how Rocco is treating me.
Not only was labor easy, but so was being pregnant. All of it was more than easy. I’d almost swear life dealt Rocco and I enough crap that now it’s making up for it by ensuring nothing slows us down from making our life together.
I’m actually worried I enjoyed being pregnant a little too much. Rocco rather enjoyed it himself, too. I can still remember watching those dark eyes of his fill will tears when I’d told him he put a baby inside me.
We are going to end up with a house filled with kids. The thought makes me smile so big it almost hurts my cheeks. We did make the cutest baby I’ve ever seen. How could we stop now?
My eyes flutter open when I hear footsteps coming from the hallway. I sit up, expecting to see Rocco holding our little baby girl, but he doesn't have her in his arms. “She’s asleep,” he tells me as he clears the distance between us and leans down to kiss me. I sigh into his mouth as he makes love to my lips with his own.
“Now it’s your turn,” he tells me, taking my hand in his to guide me into the bathroom, where he turns on the shower and strips us both of our clothes. He pulls me in under the warm shower spray.
“Daddy has to take care of you, too.” He kisses me again. I moan, letting my eyes fall closed as he lathers up my whole body. He takes his time and doesn’t miss an inch of me. My husband has a thing for washing me. I have a thing for him doing it. I can’t stop another moan from leaving my mouth as he washes my hair next. I’m sure the sound isn’t helping him right now.
“Are you trying to make me sleepy again?” I mumble, feeling way too relaxed for this early in the morning. I’m pretty sure he’s trying to get me to pass out so I won’t leave the bed, where he is determined to keep me captive. He worries too much. I know he says I’m soft and sweet, but I’m not breakable. I need to remind him of that and I know just how to do it.
“If you’re tired you should go back to bed, baby,” he says next to my ear. I push my ass out so it rubs against his hard cock that I know he’s trying to keep at a distance from me. I may not be able to have sex, but that doesn't mean I can’t take care of my husband like he’s always taking care of me.
“Baby,” he growls against my ear, making me smile. I turn in his arms and my hand goes for his cock. “You know we can’t,” he reminds me. I ignore him and do the one thing I know will be his undoing.
I fall to my knees in front of him. He tries to step back, but when I wrap my hand around his cock we both know I’m getting what I want.
I watch his control snap as he reaches for my hair, tilting my head back. “Open,” he demands. I do as I’m told, opening my mouth for him as he slides his cock all the way to the back of my throat, slow as first. But soon his grip in my hair tightens and he thrusts faster. I moan when the first taste of his cum hits my lips, and I suck harder, wanting more. He grunts and his body goes rock solid as he cums down my throat.
I moan around him, making sure I get every last drop of him. When his cock springs free of my mouth, I lick the tip to get the last drop of him before I give it a k
He pulls me to my feet and kisses me deeply. It’s hard but sweet and filled with so much love it almost makes me want to cry. Here I am with the perfect husband having the perfect life. I couldn’t have dreamed of a life like this.
“You win,” he tells me as he pulls his mouth from mine. “We can leave the house today.” He gives in, knowing without me having to say it that I’m going stir crazy.
“We can go next door and introduce Mrs. Honey to our little girl.”
I burst into laughter. We can leave the house but only to cross the yard.
“Sounds perfect,” I tell him, getting on my tiptoes to kiss him again. It’s actually the only place I want to go. I know she wants to meet the baby as badly as I want to show her our little girl.
I knew Mrs. Honey was going to be a grandma to her. A better one than my parents would ever be. I’ve put my parents in my life where they need to be—to the side. I still talk to them now and then, but it no longer hurts when I do. They are who they are and I don’t need their love.
Rocco and I are making our own family. It will be however we want it to be and I know it will be filled with so much love our children will never guess our devotion and love for them.
“Go get ready, baby, or I might change my mind,” Rocco slaps my ass and hands me a towel. I give him a fake glare that he isn’t buying and it only gets me another smack to my ass.
I turn to go get ready, but Rocco grabs me and pulls me back into him to kiss me again. When he pulls back, he rests his forehead on mine.
“Love you, Lizzy.”
“Love you too, Rocco,” I respond instantly, making him smile down at me. Neither of us gets tired of hearing each other say those words.
“Thank you,” he says, kissing me again before I can ask why he’s thanking me. When he pulls back his eyes are soft. “I know you’re not weak. I just like taking care of you. I can’t help myself.” I smile up at him. “You think I saved you that day but you saved me, too, baby. Life before you wasn’t worth a shit. You gave me life.”
“Rocco.” This time a tear does fall from my eye. He kisses it, stopping it in its tracks.
“They might have tossed me into a prison, but I was locked up long before that. You set me free.”
“We set each other free,” I correct.
Epilogue
Rocco
Six years later…
I hit the nail harder than I need to, pushing it so far into the wood it will never come out again. I should be in my office going over plans for a new project we won the bidding on, but I need to burn off some aggression and I knew this would do the trick or I’d be walking around for the rest of the day like a bear with a thorn in his paw.
When I look up I notice no one else is around working. I listen but hear nothing. Where the fuck did everyone go? I drop the hammer and let it hit the freshly carpeted floor. I’m about to yell out for everyone to get their asses to work but freeze when my wife comes around the corner. Her long hair is down all around her in waves. My fingers itch to touch it. To touch her. All these years and I still can’t get enough of her.
“Someone in a mood today?” she asks, leaning up against the doorframe of the freshly painted home we’re almost done building. A few more touches here and there and this place will be on the market. Not long though. There has already been a bidding war on the homes we’re throwing up in the new subdivision. We can't build them fast enough. LR Construction has exploded over the last five years.
She licks those plump lips as she gives me a coy smile. I’m guessing she already knows the answer to the question. Hell, anyone who came within a fucking mile knew I was in a mood today. I tried to hide it the best I could this morning, but my wife can always read me. There is no hiding shit from her.
She has a house full of our kids to worry about. She doesn't need me acting like a brat to add to it. Because it’s what I’ve been doing. I’m acting like a spoiled kid whose favorite toy was taken from him. I know it. It’s why I tried to hide that shit, but here my wife is. Like always, here to make sure I have everything I need.
I should tell her I’m fine, to go home and take a nap or something, but that’s not what I do. I don’t answer her question and instead clear the distance between us, easily picking her up. It’s lucky I’m already in the bedroom. I kick closed the door, not giving two shits if I put a dent in it. I’ll replace it.
When her back softly hits the wall she lets out a laugh that I quickly cut off with my mouth. My dick grows harder, enjoying the feel of her laughter against my body as it turns into a sweet moan. “Gotta get her out of our bed,” I rumble against my wife’s mouth.
Our youngest little girl has made a habit out of crawling into our bed. That means I can't wake my wife how I like to—with my face between her lush thighs making her cum against my mouth before I slide deep inside of her.
It’s been over two days since I’ve tasted her pussy or been inside of her tight cunt, and I’m like a trapped bull in a cage at this point. The only time she and I aren't all over each other is when we’re under doctor’s orders. I think the reason I don’t get so worked up then is because I know it’s about what’s best for her.
She is already cooking up our fifth. After our little girl, she gave us twin boys followed but another girl. Thank god this one is going to be a boy. I need more men in the house because our little girls look way too much like their mama. I’ll need all the help I can get.
“Gotta taste you,” I tell her as I grind my cock into her. She lets out a load moan. That has me stilling. My body tenses.
“I told Mike to send them to lunch,” she rushes to say. She knows I wouldn't like anyone hearing those sweet sounds coming from her mouth. All of that belongs to me. When it comes to sharing my wife, I know I can be a bastard. Except when it comes to our kids, but they are an extension of her. We made them together and they’re always the exception to the rule. It’s why I was in the mood I was in, because when our little girl crawled into bed wanting her mommy to hold her, I couldn't say no. I picked her up and put her right in the center of the bed between us.
“Smart girl. Wouldn't want to have to spank your ass before I got my taste,” I warn her.
“As much as I love you spanking my ass, Daddy, I need your mouth now.” I look into her eyes and see the same need I’m feeling. She’s just different about showing hers. Where I come in here to work and can beat the shit out of things, she smiles on worrying about everyone else.
“I got you,” I tell her, kissing her again as I reach under her too-short dress to pull her panties from her. I remind myself to make sure to find this dress later and toss it or hide it until she doesn't have a baby bump that makes the damn thing ride up, showing too much leg for my liking.
“Fucking hell,” I mutter when I feel her completely bare under the dress. I really should spank her ass right now, but first I need to taste her. Not just for me but now for her. I should have known she was aching as bad as I was.
I fall to my knees in front of her. “Hold it up for me,” I command. She reaches down, spreading her legs before lifting the dress to bare her pussy and small baby bump. I fight my belt, needing to free my cock as I lean in to get my taste of her. Something about seeing the small baby bump I put there and her pussy bare for my taking pushes me on harder.
I eat her like a starved man. I’m not happy with the first or second orgasm. I need a third and I’m going to get it before I let my dick find its home inside her. It doesn't take me long to get her there.
I lay her down on the carpet. Her eyes can barely stay open now, but I know when I start to push inside of her she’ll be back with me. The sight of her so satisfied almost has me cumming before I can push inside of her. But I fight it off. I only want to release inside of her.
I don’t know what I did to deserve this woman, but I’ll spend the rest of my life worshiping her. Maybe I’m a bastard for the need I have for her. But can anyone blame me? She’s perfect. She can say all she wants about how I saved her that day, but I know the truth.
She was my savior. My reason for living. I will spend my life making sure she never regrets taking a chance on me, fighting for what we could have.
“I love you so damn much, baby,” I tell her as I push inside of her tightness and kiss her deeply. I know I’ll never let her go. Someone took her from me before and tried to lock me away from her, but no one can ever lock up the love I have for her. No one better even fucking try.
THE END
by
Alexa Riley
Katie Lovely signs up her class for a project, writing letters to Marines serving overseas, but a calculation error means she has to participate along with the class.
She isn’t prepared for what happens after she gets the first letter.
Sergeant Major Mark Gunner is serving his last tour and looking forward to getting out of the Marines. When he gets a letter that captures his heart, everything suddenly changes.
Their worlds connect and letters flow, creating a love unlike any other.
But when their time is up and the letters stop, will his claim remain?
Warning: This is a super quick, sweet, and dirty read with a small Valentine twist. *whispers* Don’t worry, it’s a happily ever after!
Chapter 1
Katie
“Miss Lovely. There’s one name left.” I look up to see Timmy standing in front of my desk with a piece of paper caught between two fingers. His blond shaggy hair hangs over his eyes, in dire need of a haircut, but this seems to be the style nowadays. I can never keep up with the trends of high-school students.
“Are you sure everyone got one?” I look around the room to see everyone else already starting to write their letters. I signed my class up for Adopt-a-Marine as part of their Civics project. Everyone was excited to do it, mostly because I don’t think any of them had ever written an actual letter before. I’ve been with this group of students as their seminar teacher for two years now and still have another two years to go before a new batch will be assigned to me. Hopefully by that point, most of these kids will be off to college.
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