by Celia Crown
Her coworkers thought she used sorcery to reel in a big fish like Dean. They really emphasized on the word, and it was for all the wrong reasons. His physical size does match the size of his cock, but they don’t need to know that private detail. She’s too possessive to let others know.
She sold her home in Texas, there wasn’t much use for it other than it would be collecting dust in the future. The real estate agent she spoke to had the process of selling it much faster as someone was already asking for the details the moment it went on sale.
Laura donated most of her belongings that she doesn’t need anymore, she kept her childhood things and her law books. Those are important, she can’t just throw away thousands of dollars’ worth of books that she saved up for law school.
The next change Laura made is moving in with Dean. It was a natural process, it’s as if she never left. She took over half of his space, but he didn’t seem to mind. He encourages her to buy more things if it makes her comfortable because their home is absurdly plain.
He doesn’t allow her to sleep anywhere other than in his bed with him beside her, his hands are constantly on some part of her body throughout the day and it’s even worse at night because the violent and scary berserker cuddles in his sleep. It’s such an adorable habit that Laura became too fond of.
When she asked one day, he hadn’t confirmed nor denied it. There was only a dark smile on his lips before he chased her to the bedroom and fucked her senseless.
The final change she’s had in her life is the new addition to their little family. A baby on the way, her belly had swelled in size as her clothes fit too snugly on her stomach. She uses his shirts, they are bigger and softer while she lazes around the house.
Dean banned her from doing housework, her pregnancy heightens his protectiveness. She loves him, but he’s being ridiculous now.
Laura rubs the bump through his shirt as she flips a page on her book. It’s been a while since she read this book, but she finds that concentration evades her quickly when there’s a click from the front door.
Keys jiggling and boots hitting the ground, Dean comes around the corner to see her six months pregnant belly under a thin blanket. His lips pull on a smile and drop a kiss on her forehead, he smells like the coffee he had in the morning before he went out to do something for Vlad.
“How did it go?” she asks.
His business with Vlad was a secret, Laura is a curious person by nature, but she acknowledged their grey area for club activities, so she didn’t pry too much.
“Fine.” their lips meet halfway, “I need a shower.”
“You do.” she teases, a toothy smile comes with a gleaming gaze.
Dean nips her plump bottom lip with a reprimanding bite, a giggle stumbles out of her mouth as he curls his tongue with hers.
“Shower,” Laura reminds, or else he wouldn’t stop until she’s naked and a panting mess on the couch.
Dean growls playfully before giving her one more chaste kiss, “I’ll deal with you after.”
Her amber eyes follow his wide back as he lifts the shirt off, his muscles pulling taut with delicious lines deepening his sexy physique. His jeans hang low on his hips, giving her a nice view of his defined muscles flexing when he pauses at his jean button.
He turns his head; their eyes lock instantly and like a cat caught with milk, she freezes and darts her eyes somewhere else.
The lamp looks quite interesting. Very round lightbulb and creamy cover.
A deep chuckle reaches her ears as he slips around the corner to the bathroom. Her lips drop into a frown, they’re dating and living together, she’s seen him naked multiple times, but she just can’t get rid of the heat roasting the tip of her ears when he strips.
Since her mind is too occupied with Dean and his very distracting masculinity, she abandons the book on the couch along with the blanket. She’s not fully incapable of walking yet so she’s a mix between a slow walk and hobbling.
An awkward penguin waddle.
Laura makes her way to their bedroom, it’s clean with the bed made and nothing out of the places. The cleanliness did not come from her sister, Mavis’ germaphobia. It comes from the routine Dean developed during his prison sentence, it’s a nice change since it’s something he can control in his life.
Her eyes land on a stack of letters in a box, neatly organized by date and month. Dean started writing letters to himself the day he remembered everything. He doesn’t have a set schedule on what time he writes those letters, but he always has one before midnight.
Dean writes himself a letter every day so if anything happens again, they won’t lose more time together. He told her that if history repeats itself, he’ll read the letters and know that the Dean that’s lost from his memories is in love with this amazing woman named Laura Lewis. He tells himself that she did what she thought was best for him and disappeared from his life for two years.
Don’t be mad at her, she repeats his words.
She doesn’t read them out of respect for him and his privacy, but she’s curious of the single letter sitting on top of the desk. It’s calling for her to read, and she doesn’t think he’ll be upset at her for reading because he did tell her that she could read them if she wants.
He doesn’t hide anything from her.
Laura picks up the letter and unfolds the paper, the black ink from an expensive pen she got him is known to not smudge and dries relatively quick. His handwriting is neither neat nor messy, it’s readable to her eyes.
Her hands shake as she reads, the pace her heart sets are like strong ocean currents and her eyes blurs over with tears.
Laura Lewis. Soft brown hair, beautiful amber eyes, and a heart of glass. Go find her and never let go because she’s your everything. She’s been through a lot, don’t make this harder because you can’t decide where she stands in your life. If she says the sky is green, it’s green. Don’t question her, believe in everything she tells you because she won’t lie to you. Laura and our baby deserve all the happiness you can give them, they’re here for you so don’t take them for granted.
Remember this.
She’s your wife, and you love her.
“Before I lost you and a part of me, I was going to propose.”
Dean’s voice whispers in her ear, the steam from the shower seeping into her dry skin. His hand is heavy on her hip while the other goes on top of her baby bump as a sign of protection.
“Why didn’t you?” Laura hiccups, her throat closing dangerously as her tears stick onto her thick lashes.
“I was in prison, I couldn’t make you marry me then. You deserve better.”
She sniffs, tears rolling down her cheeks as he kisses her temple. “I would’ve said yes.”
“I know, that’s why I wanted to wait until I got out to ask you.”
“Do you still want to?” she murmurs, amber eyes focusing on the last sentence of the letter.
“More than anything.”
“Ask me,” she pleads, her voice lowering to a sigh. She wants him to ask, to ask for her to spend the rest of her life with him.
His hands gently turn her around by the shoulders and she lifts her head with glossy eyes.
“Marry me.”
She breathes, “Yes.”
He kisses her with so much emotion that she’s getting lightheaded. Dean is not someone anyone can handle; he’s aggressively temperamental and trust doesn’t come easily to him given his rough childhood and the number of people he lets into his life.
Laura accepts every part of him. He gives her everything he has, and she returns it with all her heart.
His big hands guide her to the bed with steady steps as his teeth bite another mark on her neck. Her whimper turns into a moan when her ass hits the bed with a bounce, he helps her bend on her hands and knees when he places a pillow under her tummy for balance and support.
Her panties are off in seconds and are somewhere on the floor, Dean never tosses them to one place. Sometimes they
end up missing for no apparent reasons.
She squirms as his thick fingers trace her slippery cunt with a tight rub on her clit. Laura squeaks and her arms tremble on the sheets, she gets wet faster during her pregnancy.
“Dean, I’m okay.” she wiggles her hips and his finger dips in smoothly.
He’s not patient by any means, but her comfort always comes first.
A curl of fingers and a practiced twist of a wrist, he has her crying out in a wanton moan. Her walls grip his fingers when he pulls out, sucking them further in as her hips push back.
The slick and squelching noises are embarrassingly loud as she rocks her hips.
“Please, please,” Laura begs, Dean complies with her wish through a bite on her ass that makes her jerk in surprise.
She lays her cheek on the bed and in her position, she can see what he’s doing and the slick from her pussy coats his massive cock as he wraps his hand on his shaft.
It’s a wonder how he can possibly fit in her.
Dean shuffles on the bed with one hand holding her hips still while the other takes his cock and rubs it along her dewy folds, paying extra attention to the little nub that has involuntary moans spilling from her parted lips.
“Dean.”
She’s greedy for him, her small opening catching the red tip and sucks him in. He stops just at the tip, allowing her pulsing walls to tighten and mold the emptiness in her cunt.
“I have you,” he purrs.
His hips surged forward, filling her with one thrust. Her walls flutter with her choked moans as her small pussy stretches to accommodate his thickness. His pelvis presses tightly on the softness of her ass, she hiccups with stars dancing in her vision.
Steadily, he draws out her moans with long and measured strokes that build up a fire in her belly. She stammers, taking everything he gives her with a plea for more. It’s muffled by the sheets, but he can hear her needy whimpers as his cock drags against her pussy.
Blood pounds in her ears, his cock splits her open with a sensual pace and lascivious squishing juices from her cunt drips onto the sheets. Dean has been gentle and careful when it comes to sex after he found out she was pregnant. He’s doing this for her, holding back and wary of her condition.
She knows her body, she can take more of him if she can get through his thick head that she’s not as fragile as he thinks she is.
When her hips push back a little more firmly, he clasps his hands on her hips tighter to bring her rolling hips to halt.
“I don’t want to hurt you, but if you keep doing that, I can’t guarantee it’s going to be the best for you.”
His voice is straining with his weakening control as she clenches her cunt around his throbbing cock, his hips quakes with a groan purring deep from his chest.
“It’s okay. I trust you.”
Without further thoughts, his pace picks up. He’s trying to hold back some more but at least he’s going faster with the friction pulling at her clit. Her sensitivity level is high, and stars are bursting from her eyelids, her sodden pussy twitches and drench his girthy length.
Disoriented amber eyes open and close again as she fantasized, it heightens the experience as his cock pistons in her. She wants his cum spilling into her cervix and hear the filthy squelches from their combined juices with webs of her cum clinging on his cock.
“Ah!”
Her eyes snap open with a squeal. His fingers pinch her soiled clit, shock travel from her spine to her toes as she comes. Dean rolls her clit in tight circles, taking her body into a zone of overstimulation and sharp prickles of pain sparking that exhilarating desire in her.
His deep growl vibrates on her back as he pulls back and slams himself in with an obscenely deep thrust, holding his cock deep inside as it swells even bigger, pulling her wet pussy wider to adjust the shift of his size.
Unrestrained and thundering, his voice roars with rumbling shivers going down her body as she writhes and squirms at the feeling of his cock pumping thick fertile cum in her. Her hungry cunt opens and takes in the hot seed splattering on her sticky walls.
Dean catches his breath while she slumps on the bed with her ass still supported by his hands. He maneuvers her to her side with the pillow turned over to the new side and put that under her head, he drops down beside her with his cock snugly plugging her trembling pussy.
His lays a hand on her bulging belly and caress the tight skin, a kiss on her shoulders with her smaller fingers hovering over his hand, Dean smiles.
“I love you.”
“I love you so much.”
Second chances are rare, and it made their love much stronger.
Finale
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