by C. M. Steele
"Over and over. Now, part those lips and take him into your mouth. I want to see what you can do to me, baby." Her lips swallow the tip and I nearly nut, groaning loudly.
"Oh no. Did I do something wrong? I've never done this before."
"Fuck, no. Baby, it's perfect. I'm just not going to last." She starts pumping my girth and then takes me down as far as she can. I grip her hair, doing my best not to lose control, but I'm well past gone.
I thrust my hips and then pull off before I come in her mouth. "Fuck, I'm going to come." She leans forward and sucks me back between her lips and moans. I let go, gripping her head, and fuck her pretty face until I roar out my orgasm, sending jets of cum down her slender throat. Finally, she lets me go and I nearly fall on my ass. Quickly, I get my balance and pick her ass up off the floor. The first thing I do is kiss the hell out of her. I don't give a shit that she just swallowed my load. I taste me on her, reminding me that I've marked her with me, and I'm by no means done.
"I love you, Jules. You didn't have to do that."
"I wanted to do it. Fuck, I'm still so horny. Hearing you come undone, knowing it's because of me, is so damn sexy." I reach down, sliding to her mound and slipping a finger into her soaked center. Her back bows, but I hold her down with my chest and claim her mouth as we half lay on the bed with our feet on the floor.
"That's it, give me those juices. Soak my hand, because my mouth is next." I work my way down onto my knees, lifting her legs to rest them on my shoulders. I stare at her pretty pink pussy that has a light dusting of hair that doesn't hide her fat lips, aching for more. I part her folds and suck on her clit, driving her nuts. Her fingers spear through my hair, tugging me and pulling me back as she builds up quickly to another. My dick is no better—that fucker's back to full staff. It's only been three minutes, and he's ready to let go. I strum her nub while licking up and down her seam. Working her over and over, I do my best to ignore my throbbing dick hitting the floor right now. The bastard is leaving a trail of cum on the wooden surface.
"Look at me, Jules." She does, and I growl against her mound. "I need you to come hard for me because I need my treat before I dive into your sweet, tight pussy. I could eat you all day, but it's time to make you mine." And just like that, she shoots off, coming hard, her feet digging into my sides. I drink her up until she's relaxed. Standing, I grab her around the waist and lift her to the center of the bed. Once she's splayed out on our bed, I join her. With my thighs nudging her open wide, I press my cock to her core and lean forward. My hands frame her head, and my mouth comes down to kiss her.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"Please don't. Make me yours, Anthony."
"You'll always be mine," I vow, pushing my cock through her slick folds and into her insanely tight sheath until I'm completely seated inside her. She barely grunts from the pain, but I felt every bit of that little barrier that tried to stop me from my mission. "I love you, my precious Jules."
"I love you, Anthony." I hold back as I let her adjust to me. "Goodness, I feel so full," she says with a smile. I wag my brows at her and then pull out slightly before giving her the full length again. She grunts as I hit her cervix repeatedly. There's not much I can do as my own orgasm is ready. Her hands rest on my shoulders, and as I slide deep inside, she claws at me.
"That's it, baby. Mark me." She cries out, arching her back, and digs her heels into the bed.
"I'm putting my baby in you tonight."
"Good."
I slam my lips down on hers, kissing her hard before tearing away to attack her throat. I can feel it shake as her pussy clenches down on my cock. It's vibrating with her moans, and I want them all.
"Come for me, baby," I growl, sliding lower as I find her large tits in my face. I love these babies. I rub my face all over them before sucking one of her hardened peaks between my lips. She cries out as her first orgasm of the night slams into her. She shakes, grabbing onto the sheets below her. I suck harder, marking her breast and being careful to stay away from the injured side. I only want her to feel pleasurable pain at my hands. I'd hate to hurt my precious Jules.
Her walls slam closed around my cock like a pair of vise grips. I groan and reach between us to stroke her clit. I refuse to come without her, but she doesn't disappoint. Jules falls apart once more, squeezing every drop of my cum into her depths, spraying her womb with my load. Fuck, I should have put my ring on her before this, but I'm never letting her go.
I lean forward, keeping my weight off her as I try to calm my breathing.
Slowly we share short kisses, and then I finally pull out of her warmth. Rolling onto my back, I grab her hand and hold it.
When we get our breathing under control, I turn onto my side, using my hand to hold up my head as I stare at her. “How are you feeling, Precious?”
“I’m sore for sure, but I can’t stop smiling. I’m afraid I’m gonna get addicted to this.”
“That’s great. I have to do everything I can to keep you from leaving this old man.”
“You act like you’re old.”
“I’m a decade older than you.”
“I know, but you’re sexy anyway.” I rub her hip, making circles as I try to hide my blush. It’s stupid, but something about her unnerves me. I feel like a lucky bastard, and I never want to lose her.
“Your phone is ringing,” she says.
“Ignore it,” I growl, bending down to kiss her lips. We wrap around each other and make out as my phone starts ringing again. I snarl and pull away.
“I’m guessing it’s important.”
“It better fucking be.” I force myself out of bed, and it’s a fucking telemarketer. “If you call me again, I’ll find you and rip your throat out. I don’t care if you’re all the way in India. I’ve traveled the world. Don’t ever call here again.” The call ends before I finish my rant.
“Telemarketer?”
“No. My sister,” I tease. She tosses a pillow at me.
“Jerk.” I pounce on the bed and crowd her space as I kiss her wildly.
“Tell me you love me.”
“You know I do.”
“Good because I love you so damn much.” We kiss some more until sleep takes us, forgetting about anything else.
Chapter Ten
Jules
The doorbell rings, and my eyes widen with shock because his parents are here. I turn to Anthony and give him my best glare. He smirks and winks before adjusting his pants. I could bite that man. He’s just gone off to welcome them while I do my best to fix my appearance. I knew I shouldn’t have let him touch me, but the man can talk me into anything. Now, I smell like him everywhere, my thighs are sticky, and my face is flushed. This isn’t how I wanted to meet his family. Luckily, it’s them for now. Roxie and her husband are on their way here today, but their flight was delayed.
The door opens before I can turn away from the hallway mirror, and a petite woman who could pass for Roxie's twin—with just a few greys—enters, followed by a man who is almost a complete spitting image of his son. Dang, future Anthony is still gonna be fine.
"Oh my goodness. You're a beauty. I'm Angela, and this is my husband, Anthony."
“Oh, so he's a junior. He never mentioned that.” I stare at my man who shrugs, already thinking what I'm thinking. There's still so much to learn. We've been having fun watching movies and cooking between the amazing sex for the past week, but personal conversations have been kept to a minimum. He's worried that it will dampen our fun considering I've got some parents I'd like to forget.
"Thank you, Mrs. Santini."
"Aren't you a doll? My boy did good," Mr. Santini says, pulling me in for a hug, which causes a growl to rip through Anthony who's behind them. "Ha, ha. She's all yours, son."
"Damn right. Come on into the living room. Just leave your bags there, and I'll take them up in a bit."
"Thanks."
"How was your flight?" I ask, trying to strike up a conversation.
"Not bad, a
lthough getting through Midway was a mess. Apparently, we left at peak hours...extremely busy," Mrs. Santini says. "So Anthony tells us you used to work at the bakery and that's how you met."
"Yes, nearly a year ago."
"What, boy! What took you so long?"
"I've just turned nineteen."
"Oh. Well, that explains everything. At least he's got you now. So who do I gotta kill to get a drink around here?" Mr. Santini says, arching his brow at his son.
"Depends on what kind of drink you want. I'll let this one be on the house, though," Anthony replies.
"So what are you planning for the wedding?"
"We only just got engaged, so I really don't know. I only have a few family members and some friends, but I hadn't given it much thought."
"I'm thinking in three days before you leave,” Anthony chimes in as he hands a beer to his dad and brings us ladies a bottle of water each. As soon as he sits down next to me, I’m out of my seat and in his lap. I’m doing my best not to be turned on in front of his parents. At least my blush can be mistaken for embarrassment.
"How about Vegas? We could get it together with Emiliano and Roxie,” his mother says.
"No... I’m good with here. My woman deserves a nice, calm ceremony,” he answers way too quickly for my tastes.
Taking offense, I ask, "You wouldn't like a Vegas wedding?"
"You're not old enough to go into the casinos, so it wouldn't be too much fun for you." Oh, duh. Totally forgot that minor detail. "Hold on. We have company." Blade checks the camera and then says, "Trouble's arrived, and she brought her lap dog."
"I think she's more the lap dog," his mom says. Blade lifts me off his lap and back into my seat, and then kisses my lips. Again, I turn a bright shade of pink.
"Hey, I don't want to think about my baby girl sitting on any guy's lap,” Mr. Santini growls, making me laugh.
Anthony shakes his head with a chuckle so deep that it goes straight to my core. I give him the look to let him know just what he did. He turns around without a word, and I can see that he’s adjusting himself as he walks to meet them. Roxie comes in with a handsome man by her side, and she looks completely different. Her belly's round as hell. I missed a lot in the past few months.
"Mom, Dad, we made it. Emiliano was taking forever picking his clothes." She rolls her eyes while the guy smirks.
"Roxie, you remember Jules. Emiliano, this is my fiancée, Julia Walker." Anthony comes to my side, holding my good hand. "Jules, this is Roxie's husband, Emiliano Martin." I stand up to be polite, but my caveman doesn’t like that Emiliano’s too close, so he pulls me against his side. From the look on his face, Emiliano doesn’t give a shit about me. His eyes are back on his wife.
Roxie closes the distance and throws her arms around me for a hug. I’m caught off guard, but I welcome civility, even if it’s just for Anthony’s sake. "I'm sorry my brother's a bonehead. Men—you need to knock them about a bit before they get it,” she adds, tossing a smirk back at her husband.
"Sirena, I always knew you belonged to me. I just got knocked around before I could get to you."
That’s curious. I don’t know their story. I’ll ask Anthony about it later when we’re alone. One of the many things I’ve learned about my man is he’s not extremely loquacious.
"True. So where is the food? This baby is hungry."
"You should have told me, my love." He scowls, pressing his hand softly to her belly before kissing her cheek. I watch the tender scene unfold, and I’m happy for them.
"I didn't want to be full when I got here. I expected my brother to have food ready, the damn slacker."
"Brat. Dinner's in the oven, and there's a tray of treats and fruit waiting in the kitchen."
"Well, excuse me." She nudges Anthony and marches straight into the kitchen.
"She's been craving fruit so bad lately. It's a good thing the hotel keeps a lot in stock at all times," Emiliano says with a chuckle.
"Seconds later, Roxie comes out of the kitchen with the tray in hand and a fork digging into the freshly cut cantaloupe.
****
By the next morning, the ladies have everything squared away for the wedding. Anthony and I are getting married in three days at Cowboy's ranch where it can be set up nicely.
I come downstairs after another passionate night. I thought with his family under his roof, it would keep him at bay, but the man isn't the only walking bundle of testosterone on a mission. There were noises coming from every bedroom. I had to laugh because Anthony still held his hand over my mouth, claiming he didn't want my orgasms shared with anyone but him.
"Good morning," I grumble, entering the kitchen to see his mom and sister already getting breakfast started.
"Morning, Jules. I hope you don't mind that we started cooking. We're not used to Anthony having anyone."
"No. It's not a big deal. I just didn't get a lot of sleep." I look at the phone Cyber gave me to double check the time. "Dang it, it's already nine."
"Do you want a cup of coffee?" Roxie asks as I take a seat on my favorite chair—Anthony’s chair.
"Sure. I could really use it." My phone starts ringing. I don't recognize the number, but it's a Dallas area code, so I answer. "Hello."
"Hello, this is Detective Hughes. We met briefly at the hospital." Weird introduction. I take a look at my phone again, wondering if it’s not a spammer.
"How can I help you?" I don't remember meeting a detective, but I could have still been out of it.
"I need you to come in to talk. Or we could meet. I need to get a formal statement."
"I'm sorry, but I'll have to check with my fiancé. I'm currently not in the position to drive myself anywhere. Hold on. Let me get him,” I insist, hopping off Anthony’s chair and going to look for him
"No. That's okay." He ends the call so fast he doesn’t actually finish the word “okay.”
"Wow. That was weird." I stare at the phone.
"Who was that?" Anthony snarls behind me.
"Do you remember a detective coming to my room? A Detective Hughes?"
"Yes, she came, but you two didn't speak because you were still out of it."
"She?" Now something is most definitely up.
"Yes." I explain what happened on the call, and immediately he's on the phone to Cyber.
"I'm really sorry about what happened to you. I know if I hadn't told my brother that stuff, he wouldn't have walked away from you that day."
"Don't be sorry. I said what I said, even if I didn't mean it. As a sister, it was the best thing for you to tell him."
"I suppose, but I feel like..."
"It's not your fault at all. It's not anyone's fault but that asshole who attacked me." My bandaged hand is a daily reminder that this isn't over, but that call has just ruined my day.
Anthony comes into the room again and wraps his arms around me. "I'm sorry, Precious. Cyber's looking into the call. Whoever it was called from the Dallas Police Department's line, but it wasn't Detective Hughes. She's at another crime scene at the moment."
"I just want this to be over."
"Oh, it will be soon. One way or another," he snarls, and I know the other is Brandon's corpse rotting somewhere no one can find it.
"How about we all eat and try to find a dress for Jules?"
"Ooh, I want to go shopping," Roxie says.
***
I drop my head onto Anthony's chest as we lay in bed, panting. The sex has been out of this world, and I can't seem to get enough of him buried balls deep inside of me. I've become insatiable, but he doesn't complain one bit.
"So tomorrow you become my wife." He says it with an air of concern.
"Yes, are you getting cold feet?"
"Yes, the air's on."
I roll my eyes, and then I slap his chest. "I'm serious."
"Ouch. I'm serious too." He pulls the covers over his legs, covering his feet. He then cups my face, and with a dead-serious expression, he adds, "'But when it comes to marrying yo
u, my feet are on fire. I want to run down the aisle, scoop you up, and carry you to the officiant and have us married before anyone can steal you away from me. I mean it when I say I love you. I've never felt this way before, and it's fucking incredible. So let's get some sleep, and then I'll leave you be."
"What about your bachelor party?"
"Don't need one."
"You don't want one?"
"Nope. I'm not mourning the loss of my freedom. You owned me the day we met. My thoughts of anyone else flitted right into the bakery oven and burned right up."
"You're a sweetheart."
"Only for you."
I wake up alone, the bed beside me cold. Looking at the clock, it's only eight in the morning, but Anthony wanted to go make sure everything was set up nicely. Doc removed the bandage on my bad hand, and although it's got a long way to go, my finger isn’t swollen anymore. Seeing my ring finger, I think about that morning.
It floods through my mind. My parents brought me a glass of sweet tea as I read my book in the living room. They were out to go do some shopping and visit a friend out in Arlington and wouldn't be home until late, so I smiled, knowing that I'd enjoy the silence for a bit. In the process of getting comfortable, I accidentally knocked over the tea and cleaned it up right before my sister walked in claiming to have forgotten her phone. "It's in your hand," I say, pointing to it. She blushes, and then turns and leaves. I only get into the second page when I see a shadow in front of me. It's Brandon. He looks pissed, and he's glaring right at me. I slap my book closed. “What are you doing here?” I demand, wanting to know why he's here and how he got in. My parents promised me that he wouldn't be allowed back here again.
"You and I are getting married, Jules. I'm tired of you turning me down, and I'm sure as fuck not letting you end up with that biker asshole."
"I'm not marrying you. I'm not doing a damn thing with you." I look for my phone and remember it's in my purse. Shit. I need to get it and call the cops. He has to get the fuck out of my house before I punch him in the nuts. I move to stand, and he's on me in a second, going in to give me a kiss. I shove him back before he can get his lips on me, but that's an error in judgement and I've pissed him off. I feel the breeze as his hand flies through the air, slapping me hard and sending me onto the sofa. I cry out and clasp my face. He’s not done with me, though. He lands on top of me, his knees on the outside of mine as he grabs my hair and yanks it back.
