by C. M. Steele
“And you won’t, but I think it’s time we washed our asses. The water’s getting colder and cold water and men don’t go well together.” She giggles so prettily, but my ass is serious. My cock is large but add cold water, and the fucker can make me look like a little boy.
After a quick wash, I step out first wrapping a towel around my waits. Once she’s ready, I take another towel and bundle her up in it. She reaches behind me and grabs another one for her hair. And I mentally take a note on that for next time.
We dry off in the bedroom, dropping the towels onto the floor and falling into bed. “We should talk,” I mention as we get comfortable. There’s a lot to talk about like how I want her to marry me tomorrow and shit.
“In the morning,” she responds with a sigh, tucking her head onto my chest. I steal my arms around her and fall asleep holding the only woman I’ll ever love.
My phone buzzes just as I’m drifting off to sleep, and I reach over to pick it up and read a text from Ian. Congratulations, fucktard.
And this is why I’m the editor, I text back, turning off my phone for the night. I’ve no intention of being interrupted again with her in my arms.
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The next morning, the sun is starting to rise, but I sure my family probably bombarded my phone with messages. I get out of bed and head to the kitchen. I turn it on while looking for the stuff for some coffee. Once I get that started, I check my phone and damn I have ten messages from my mother and brother.
I listened to the voicemails and read the text messages, but the biggest and more important one came from Ian. Fuck I can picture the smile on his face as he typed it.
Charlotte and I are getting married in a week!!! And you’re going to be an uncle!!!
Damn, that would make her pretty far along. They’ve got a head start, but we’ll be catching up soon if I get my way. God, the thought of getting Lillian pregnant crosses my mind many times over. I want her to have my babies. I’ve wanted that for years.
I can’t miss the wedding, so depending on how long she planned on going on vacation, we might have to rearrange it for more than two days from now. She may not be happy about it, but she works from home, and since the only people she ever has to answer to is my company, I don’t have any complaints on her going in a week.
“Good morning, handsome,” she says, coming into the kitchen in a long tee and panties. I groan and adjust myself because I want to bend her over the counter and drill her until we’re both coming again. All I have on are my boxers from last night since the rest was soaked. I have my clothes hanging in the bathroom to dry since I don’t have any clothes to do laundry in.
“Good morning, beautiful. Do you want to go do something today?” I ask, handing her a cup of coffee. She looks up at me with a twinkle in her eyes.
“No, I’d rather just lay in bed. It’s going to storm all day.” I look out the window, and she’s right. It’s still coming down. Besides, we have a lot of lost time to make up for.
“You know, you’re right. I’ll just chill here for the day. Besides, there’s something I have to talk to you about.” I pull her to me, taking the coffee cup from her hands and setting it on the table before stealing a sweet kiss. “Fuck, I just want to taste you all day long.”
“But there’s something you wanted to talk about?” she asks me.
“Yeah, so my brother is getting married.” She knits her brows in shock, but that’s because she doesn’t know what he’s been going through. “Well, we’re going to need to postpone our vacation because they’re doing it by next week.”
“What? Why? Did they just meet?”
“It’s a freaking long story, but I just wanted to know how you felt about holding off on the trip.”
“What’s a week. As long as you are going with me, I can wait.”
“Of course, I’m going. There’s nowhere I’d rather be. Now that that’s out of the way. I’ve got something else on my mind.” I grin like a man with a plan, and that’s to get her naked and filled with my big cock.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“And what would that be?” she questioned, pressing her hand to my chest and looking up at me while nibbling on her bottom lip.
I press our hips together so she can feel how hard my cock is for her. My dick grinds against her pussy, making her shiver with anticipation. With a subtle tip of her chin with my thumb, I lean down and whisper, “Let me show you.”
I spin her around with her hands splayed out on the countertop and my body flush against her backside. “I’m on a mission. I want you filled with my kid, and I don’t know if I’ve done the trick,” I utter, sliding my fingers between her thighs and stroking the soft fabric covering her wet slit.
With a stammering moan, she asks, “Then…what…ah…are you waiting…for?”
“I want you ready.” Grabbing the hem of her shirt, I lift it off and toss it on the kitchen floor. A groan escapes my lips when I see her in just panties, spread out over the surface to do my bidding. Unable to help myself, I fall to my knees, cupping her round ass that’s presented so perfectly in my face. Hooking my fingers under her panties, I slowly slide them down her sexy legs and lift each foot to take them off.
Gripping her ass, I part it and press my face against her pussy and lick her sticky sweet cunt, learning the best way to please her. With her ass so tempting, I pump two fingers into her juicy slit, then glide them up to her delectable ass, circling the rim of her hole. She moans, welcoming my fingers there. My mouth latches on to her pussy for some more while one finger pushes through her little pucker and my sexy Lilly comes hard for me, making me come in my boxers.
“Do you like that, my sweet Lilly? Do you want me to fuck you in your ass one day?” I ask between licks. “I can’t hear you, baby. Do you want me to own every little inch of your body?”
“Yes, yes. I want you in me, in every way.”
“Good girl, your delicious pussy and carnal moans made me come in my pants.” She gasps and pushes her ass back at me.
“Do you need help getting it hard again?” I look up at her for a moment.
“I’ll save your pretty lips for later because my dick hasn’t gotten soft yet. And trust me, I’ve…stroked my cock to visions of you taking me deep down your throat, begging to suck me off. But don’t worry, baby. You’ll never have to beg. He’s yours to play with.” Her pussy clenches around my tongue, and I keep working her until she comes again.
I lean back on my heels, pulling out of her ass and away from her slick pussy. I admire the mess I made of her, and I’m only getting started.
Finally, I shove off my cum-stained boxers and stand up. My dick is still rock hard, so I line him up with her pussy and thrust up from behind. “Fuck, your pussy is so ready to be bred, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Nick, give me your baby. I touch myself thinking about having your baby.” Fuck, she’s going to make me come quick. I can feel her walls pulse around me as her own words push her closer.
Leaning forward, my entire body presses against hers as I pump into her cunt from behind. My balls smack her pussy as a punishment for being a dirty girl. I suck her earlobe between my teeth for a light nibble and remind her that it’s forever. “From now on and until we die, only I make you come. Do you hear me? Every orgasm that reverberates through your body will belong to me. And every time I come, it will be at your gentle hands, your tight pussy, or between those luscious lips.”
I pull back and slam hard in and out of her warmth, driving my cock and hitting her cervix. My orgasm is ready to coat that motherfucker, but I want her to come with me. I reach around and grab her breasts, tugging on her hard nipples until she arches back against me.
“Oh fuck me, I’m coming,” she screams out, resting her head on my shoulder as I roar out my own release and chanting her name over and over again.
With shaky legs, I pull out then swing her around in my arms and carry her to the bathroom. We need to get cleaned up, and her pussy
needs a break from my cock…but not from my mouth…
Chapter Eight
Lillian
The past few days have been wonderful. I’m looking at the world in a new light. While he's at work, I'm writing the day away. It’s come to the point that I don’t even hear him come in. I managed to write almost half of my new novel in three days. That's truly insane, and I love it.
This overwhelming feeling of happiness has changed me. I love him; it's something I can't even explain. We fuck as soon as he walks through the door, and we wake up in the middle of the night to make love. Things have been great, so much so that I’m not that interested in the vacation anymore.
Nick handled the postponing of the vacation and made some changes that I don’t know about. Either way, I wish it was Nick and me getting married, but I'll have to wait longer. I know that he wants to marry me. And Mrs. Knight’s encouraging words that day in the store were cloaked in the fact that she knew about Nick’s feelings for me. It seems I was the only one not aware of them.
I arrive at the Hot Spot Café to have lunch with Mrs. Knight and Ian's fiancée, Charlotte. I don’t know her at all, but I like her. She was working at the law firm that Knight Publishing uses. Their story is fate if I ever heard one, but that’s a tale for another day.
Mrs. Knight greets me with a genuine smile and a hug while Charlotte shakes my hand. I can see she’s as nervous as I am about all of this, but I let Mrs. Knight run the show.
“Sit, ladies,” she exclaims because both of us are awkwardly standing there. We sit down as directed while I hold back a giggle from the absurdity of our behavior. “So dresses? I know the perfect place to get your dress Charlotte, but what kind of style do you want?”
“I don’t know. I’m not good at this stuff.”
“Well how about you, Lillian? I know you have good, yet modest tastes.” She winks at me remembering the swimsuits at the store.
I shrug because I’m in the same boat. I don’t have a clue, but since I’m not the one getting married it shouldn’t even matter as long as it’s not white. “I haven't really decided what I'm wearing,” I answer.
Charlotte, who's absolutely stunning and about four months pregnant with their baby, says, “Lillian, what kind of wedding do you want to have one day? You know, when Nick gets off his ass and asks.”
I smile and duck my head. It took him three years to make a move. I might have to wait a couple of more. But I answer her with my heart. I don’t have friends, so I don’t know how to hold back. “I don't know. It's not something I've ever considered. The only thing I've ever thought about was the groom. Truthfully, as long as I marry Nick, I don't care if it's in a courthouse or an elaborate setup with hundreds of guests. I don't have any friends or family to invite, so really Nick is all that matters.”
“That's very good to know,” his mother utters. “It'll make things a lot easier to plan before you go on your vacation, or rather, should I say honeymoon.”
I shake my head. “Nick and I aren’t getting married.”
I hear a low growl behind me. “Yes, we are.”
I spin around and see Nick down on one knee. “Lillian, I've loved you for so long and wasted so much time that I don't want to waste anymore. Will you marry me?” His hand is shaking as if this is scaring him. He should know I’m a done deal.
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” I sob, nodding my head up and down desperately. He slides the ring on my finger. I don’t even look at it because at this point I don’t care if it’s a Cracker Jack box ring. I’m marrying Nick. “I've been holding on to this from the first day we met.” I don’t even care that this was a set up to get me here and for Nick to ask. Hell, I want to leave and celebrate with just the two of us.
He pulls me out of my seat and into his arms, kissing me passionately. Our bodies are molded together as our kiss evolves. He cups my ass and drags me closer to his hard bulge. Everyone around us starts clapping after we finally break apart from our kiss. I’m squealing inside because I can’t wait to be his wife. He kisses me lightly once more before setting us down with me in his lap at the table. I try not to be mortified because we’re in front of his mother, but I’ve got a feeling that this is the new norm. It’s okay because I love being wrapped up in his loving arms.
“Ladies, as much as I’d love to have you chit-chat the lunch away, I’m going to steal my bride away. We have to go to the courthouse to get some papers in order.”
“You better not be getting married today,” his mother threatens.
Nick shakes his head and laughs. “We’re not, but I want the license, and Ian says they can delay their honeymoon a day.”
“Hell, yes, we can,” Charlotte cheers, clapping her hands then rubbing them together like a million thoughts are running through her head when it comes to planning.
“Good. We can pick out your dress tomorrow. I’ll take care of the rest, dear,” his mother tells me.
Nick gets up, setting me on my feet for a moment before tossing me over his shoulder and carrying me out of the café. I’m giggling while everyone around starts hooting and hollering. I can still hear them even after he helps me into his car. I’m marrying a madman, and I love it.
Chapter Nine
Nick
What the fuck is she wearing? My lovely, indescribable beauty is waltzing towards me in a bikini that belongs to someone else’s woman. Not mine. I’m about to fucking stab the eyes of every other man on this beach if they so much as look in her direction.
“What are you wearing?” I growl out, taking off my button-up polo and covering her with it.
“It’s called a bikini, Nick. It’s what all the women are wearing here.”
“Well, I don’t give a fuck about them. They’re not my wife.” I’m territorial as fuck. She’s mine and only mine. I’m ready to spank her ass and fuck her hard to remind her who her body belongs to. Damn, there’s fucking men everywhere.
“Blame your mother—she picked it out for me, and I happen to think she’s right. It looks great on me,” she tosses out, throwing her hands on her hips.
“It looks better than great. You look edible, Mrs. Knight. And your goodies are for my viewing pleasure only.” I pick up my cell phone from the beach chair outside our suite and dial. “Mother, I’ve got a bone to pick with you.”
“Oh yes? What did I do on your honeymoon?” She’s got that saccharine voice going like she knows damn well why I’m calling.
“My wife has that bikini on that you picked out for her,” I snarl into the phone.
“Oh, I forgot about that. It was before you two got together,” she explains like if that makes it any better.
“You were going to let her go to Miami without me dressed like this?” I ask. I’m angry and block everyone’s view of her. I look down, and I’ve got a good reason. She quickly adjusts, hoping I won’t notice the nipple slip, but I do. Luckily the nearest fuckhead is about a hundred feet away.
“Well, it’s not my fault you’re jealous. Now, stop talking to me and go make some grandbabies for me already.” She hangs up on me, and Lillian tries to hold back a laugh.
“Mrs. Knight, are you laughing at me?” I ask, loving the smile on her sun-kissed face.
“Nope, certainly not,” she mutters, stifling a giggle. I’ve had enough. I’m going to fucking eat her out and then fuck her until she passes out. Miami doesn’t seem to be a good idea anymore. I need to take her to a place where she keeps her clothes on out in public.
I squat down and wrap my hands around her legs, flipping her over my shoulder, and carry her back into the rental beach house. We don’t make it to the bed. Instead, I hit the kitchen nook and set her on the hardwood table. Grabbing the front of the skimpy bra, I tear it in half. Her tits were way too big for that poor excuse for a bandage.
“Hey, that’s my only one,” Lillian whines, but I just give her a big motherfucking grin.
“Good, then we won’t have a repeat of that damn nipple slip.” I bend down and suck in said nippl
e. She cries out and thrusts her chest forward. Next, to go are the barely-there bottoms. Then, I lower my body down, slinging her thighs over my shoulders and eat my way to her first orgasm. I rise up and in one solid motion claim my wife, fucking her hard enough to move the five-hundred-pound table. I take her mouth as I plunge inside her. I’m repeatedly thrusting until we’re so close I can feel tiny pulses teasing my cock. “You’re mine, Lillian. Only mine. Only I get to see you naked, feel your tight pussy, and lick every inch of you,” I growl, slamming into her depths. I feel my balls rise and my spine tingle as we both come. She rests on her elbows while I press my head onto her chest. Damn, I wonder if she has any other provocative pieces to drive me nuts.
“I love you, my beast.” She hugs me, loosening her grip to look up into my eyes.
I know I’m a beast, but it’s the only way I know how with her. She’s my everything and then some. There are no words for the way I need her. “Love you more, my devious beauty,” I whisper, kissing her again.
“I lied. I have one more.” She’s got the largest grin on her face, and I know it’s because she needs more. We’ve been insatiable, and I’ll always feel that way about her. The woman is perfection. I’m a lucky man.
“Good, try and wear it tomorrow and see what happens,” I warn her. I can think of a new way to fuck her. Maybe on the closed-off balcony with the cool air hitting her hard nipples.
“Maybe I’ll try it on now,” she dares me, making my cock come back strong and ready for a round two.
“Maybe it’s not a good idea. Look, baby.” I point toward the nearest window. The skies have darkened. It’s going to be a nice storm.
“You know, I’m really beginning to love stormy nights,” she states, rubbing her pussy back and forth on my still-hard cock.
Epilogue
Lillian
One month later…
I have my final round of edits to finish before my latest book goes to my dear hubby and his team. I’m wearing the cutest sundress just to ease the tension I know he’s bringing home. Half an hour ago I received a text message from his assistant that Nick’s on his way home and seems ticked off.
