by Alexa Blue
We don’t discuss condoms. There’s no need. Lexi is mine, and I want her to feel every drop of my warm, sticky cum as I shoot deep against her flesh. If I get her pregnant, I will protect my queen, as well as our baby! I will make sure they have the best of everything because my family deserves nothing less!
“AHHH!” I growl. My balls tighten, and the sounds of her desperate moans drive me over the fucking edge. I press her body into mine as I release every last drop of cum inside her.
Chapter Seven
Lexi
I wrap my legs around Nathan’s hips. His seed coats my walls and his softening cock is still deep inside me as he lifts me carrying me to the bedroom. I flinched as he lifted me, scared he wouldn’t be able to carry my weight, but he made it look effortless. Even as he places me on my bed, his cock remains inside me. Our connection is fucking magical, and I could get used to him inside me. In fact, I don’t ever want him to pull out.
The idea of being naked in front of other people terrifies me, but with Nathan, it’s different. He could explore every inch of my skin, and I’d allow him. With confidence.
Nathan lays me down on the bed, and I look up at him. There’s a sparkle in his eyes as he glances at me. It’s not lust; it’s something more than that.
“Lexi, when I first laid my eyes on you, I wasn’t sure about you… about us… if you feel the same way I do. But I have never been more certain about this.” Nathan holds his eye contact, “Lexi Moore, I love you!”
My heart skips a beat. The words sound sweeter than sugar. I struggle to hold back the tears developing in the deepest wells of my eyes. I open my mouth to speak, but Nathan places his finger on my lips. He smiles. “Lexi, I know.”
God, this man knows me for three days, and yet he knows me better than anyone. He knows I’m nowhere near ready to say those words, that my acknowledgement is enough for him. “Mr. Jones… you leave me speechless!”
He grins. This is the warmest I’ve seen him in the past two days I’ve lived with him.
I may not be ready to say those words yet, but Nathan Jones loosens the chains guarding my heart. He knows it’s hard for me to give my heart because of my past.
I can see it in his eyes, that he’ll bend over backwards to prove his worth to me. What’s better than a man, one as hunky as Nathan, fighting to win me over! A girl could not ask for more! Alone, I'm just a broken girl, but with Nathan, I’m fucking invincible.
“Well, Mrs. Jones—” Nathan starts again, but I cut him short. “Oh, no, Mr. Jones. Not so soon.”
His grin drops and his face sharpens. He is deep in thought. For a second, I consider toying with his mind. “Lexi, I told you already; you’re mine! Mine to hold, to love, to protect. Forever.”
“I want a proper proposal. A proposal with the works, something romantic, flowers perhaps?”
I lay back in bed, my head cupped under his strong arms, feeling safer than I have in months. The muscles on his face relax. “My queen deserves nothing but the best! When I slip that ring on your finger, I will seal your fate. For now, just know Lexi, you’re mine!”
Nathan and I lay in bed, and he tells me about his business. About how he built it from the ground up, and today he is one of the busiest auto body mechanics in south Los Angeles. It’s sexy that he worked his ass off to make a future for himself. He didn’t rely on his parent’s money like so many other men these days.
I tell him of my dreams to live a simple life. I want a family, have a comfortable home with the white picket fence and two kids playing in the yard. I tell him how they fired me, replacing me with a younger blonde bombshell. When he asks about Brandon, I tell him Brandon doesn’t deserve to have his name uttered in this house and Nathan agrees.
“Why don’t you move back to Los Angeles?” Nathan asks. “I don’t want you to live in New York, I don’t want you to be away from me!” Nathan runs his hands down my rounded belly. “Move back to L.A. and live with me, sweetness!”
I gaze into his eyes and can see he means every word. I give him a warm smile. “Okay, Mr. Jones, that’s something I’ll consider.”
Nathan confides in me, telling me the reason why he’s so protective over me. He has an abusive father that used to beat him and his mother. Once he was older, Nathan fought back. Today, the man’s in jail. But, I suspect he can consider himself lucky he’s in prison, that Nathan wouldn’t spare him once they free him. “A man that hurts a woman is a fucking coward. I will not spare a coward!” His lips tremble as he growls.
“I tell you what,” I say to Nathan, “you’ve been cooking since I got here! Now it’s time for me to spoil you.” That devilish grin appears on Nathan’s face again as he flips his legs over my body. “Sweetness, I’m hungry, all right, which is why I’m going to eat out every inch of your sweet pussy!”
Chapter Eight
Nathan
The past few days with Lexi have been nothing short of fucking magical! I think Lexi helped me discover a side to me I forgot existed—a soft side.
By now, I’m certain Lexi must be pregnant. There’s not a room in Muriel’s house we have not ‘fucked in,’ as she puts it. I’ve told her now that we’re together, we don’t fuck, we make love. And I’ll be the only man watching her squirm when we make love for the rest of our lives!
Her smile makes my heart skip a beat. My heart has been skipping countless beats over the last few days. Things are also looking up for Lexi. It didn’t take much convincing for Lexi to search for work in Los Angeles. I don’t want her going back, but if there’s no way, I’ll follow her to New York. I will leave everything behind and start up my business again, just to be with her. If it means I get to be with my queen, I’ll drop everything I’ve worked for in a heartbeat.
She’s been in Los Angeles for two weeks but has been on three interviews—all for urgent employment.
Today, her Aunt and my mother should be returning from their vacation in the evening, but I decided I’m staying here. Either I stay here, or Lexi moves in with me.
Lexi’s voice echoes throughout the house from the kitchen.
“Babe…”
I love that she calls me babe now. She hasn’t told me she loves me, but she doesn’t need to. The look she gives me when I make passionate love to her is enough. When the time is right, I know I’ll hear those sweet words.
“I’m sick of being stuck in this house,” she twirls her hair playfully between her fingers, “will you come shopping with me?” The thought alone drives me insane. I can’t stand the idea of other men looking at her in the mall! God bless their souls if they dare look at her for longer than a second!
I press Lexi against the wall, my eyes run down every curve of her sexy body. “Let’s go,” I glance down at her thick thighs, “but, there’s no way we’re going out with you dressed like that!”
In the house, Lexi wears my shirts, which are large and drape over her like a curtain. They barely cover her pussy, leaving her thick thighs on full display. I love her wearing my shirt because it gives me easy access to her sexy body. I told her there’s no need to wear pants, that I want to admire every inch of her perfect body.
But in public, I’ll be damned if I allow my woman to show so much skin. Men are fucking dogs, and I do not trust them one bit!
I run my hands up her thighs, my fingers pressing against her pussy. “Get dressed, sweetness. When we get home, this sweet pussy will be mine!”
Lexi’s head is down, her eyes gaze up at me, and her cheeks are flushed. “You have yourself a deal, Mr. Jones.”
Lexi tells me she wants a simple life, a life with a family and the white picket fence. I swore I’d stop at nothing to give my woman her heart’s desires, to give her what she deserves. My queen deserves everything her heart craves, and more!
With bags in my hand, I follow Lexi as she walks into every second store. It seems like she’s shopping for the next two years. She places different tops against her breasts in search of the perfect fit. I’ve never understood
the fascination women have with clothes, but the smile on her face makes the wait worthwhile. I’ll stand and hold these bags all fucking day to see a smile on her face.
The sweet scent of her pussy is still on my hand from touching her hours ago. I bring my hand to my nose to bring me some relief. The smell drives me insane, making me hungry—I’d fuck her on the spot if we weren’t in public. Fuck, I can’t wait to get back home and devour her again!
I catch a shop attendant staring at her thighs; makes me want to wrap my hands around his neck. From the way he flicks his fingers when talking to customers, I can tell he’s gay, but I still hate how he stares at her!
I turn to Lexi. “It’s time to go.”
She turns and follows my eyes, catching sight of the store attendant staring at her.
“Babe, you’re not jealous, are you?”
“I don’t like how he’s staring at you!”
“Nathan, a jealous man,” Lexi reduces her voice to a seductive whisper. “I’m a little turned on right now, Mr. Jones.”
After what feels like hours, we’re done shopping, and leave the mall when I feel a soft tap on my shoulder. Turning around, I find a blonde woman with a tiny figure looking at Lexi up and down, before turning her gaze on me. She smiles, and I let out a growl serving as a warning.
I realize the woman is flirting with me, and Lexi’s grasp on my hand stiffens.
She holds a piece of paper in her extended hand and sneaks me a wink. “Hello handsome, here’s my number, call me.”
“How dare you!” Lexi barks, I hold her back, and she thrusts forward, fighting against my arm, eager to slap the woman. She flares her nostrils with disgust and her temples throb.
“Babe,” I tell Lexi, “I’ve got this!”
The confident grin on her face tells me she’s used to getting what she wants. She has a slim figure, breasts I'm willing to bet my ass aren’t real, and long blonde hair. Her looks have obviously contributed towards her false belief that she can have any man she wants.
My blood boils as I turn to the woman. I’m pissed off that this woman thinks she can just step into what Lexi and I have, to ruin the best thing that has ever happened to me. “Lady, don’t ever pull that stunt with me again! I have the most beautiful woman in my arms, and I’d rather die than be with you!”
I turn to the stunning woman beside me, “let’s go, babe, give this girl some time to learn manners!”
Since I laid eyes on Lexi, I swore I’d never let a man come between us. She’s mine, and that’s final. I wouldn’t have expected another woman trying to come in between us! Regardless of who tries to come between us, I will not stand for it!
Lexi’s cheeks are redder than usual on our drive back home. “Um, Nathan… thank you… for what you did back there!”
I turn and gaze in her eyes. “Nobody takes you away from me… And I mean, nobody!”
She looks forward, fighting back her grin. “Nathan, I must tell you… I’m struggling with all these clothes. When can I take these clothes off again, Mr. Jones?”
I love it when she teases me like that! I place my hand in between her thighs, pressing my hand against her aching pussy. Her juices seeping out the fabric of her pants roll on my hand, and I press my foot on the acceleration.
“Just hang on, sweetness! We’re almost home. Soon as we get home, I’ll strip every item covering your body, and devour you!” I fill my voice with bass and promise.
She spends a few moments in contemplation. “I want to try something different when we get home.” She fills her sweet voice with intention—filthy intentions.
“Tell me.”
“When we get home, I want you to run upstairs and grab a tie.”
I laugh. “For what?”
“Because, Mr. Jones, you’ll be using that as my blindfold.”
My cock stiffens at her suggestion. Since I broke her virginity, Lexi cannot get enough of my dick inside her, and I cannot get enough of her sweet cunt.
When I’m inside her, everything falls into place, it feels like my piece of heaven on earth.
We walk into the house and I kiss Lexi on her forehead before darting off to the bedroom, in search of a tie. By the time I’m up the stairs, she’s already lifting the buttons on her blouse.
This is like an impossible dream! I have a beautiful woman that loves me. Even when I become a bit too intense, she seems more turned on!
While searching for a tie, my mind drifts to Muriel. I wonder how she’ll take the news of our relationship? I made up my mind, even if her Aunt puts up a fight, there is no way I’m letting Lexi go!
“Oh, my GOD! AHHHHHHHH!”
The hairs on the back of my neck stand up at the sound of Lexi screaming. The sound of shattering glass follows. “Lexi!” I cry out.
My temples throb at the idea that anything happened to her, that she’s hurt! I race down the stairway and find Lexi crouching forward, her shoulders jerking as she cries.
Chapter Nine
Lexi
I’ve always read about women in romance novels that have crazy, endless sex with the alpha stud of their dreams. I’ve wondered how anyone could have so much sex, better yet, why anyone would want so much sex! It never made sense, until now.
Nathan and I cannot keep our hands off each other. To be fair, it’s not like we’ve tried. I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s a mini-Nathan growing inside me! If this was the old me, and if it was with anyone else, I’d be seriously worried about all the unprotected sex. But, not with Nathan. If anything, I can’t help imagine what he’d be like as a father. One thing I know is that no one would dare mess with his kids, our kids. The thought of having Nathan’s child has me beaming from ear to ear.
When I saw Nathan tell off the bimbo that flirted with him, I could not have felt more special. No one ever stood up for me like that.
Any other guy would have jumped at the opportunity to bang someone as sexy as her. Hell, she’s most guy’s idea of the ‘perfect image.’ With massive tits, long, shiny hair, and oozing with confidence, she’s the perfect chick, but Nathan did not budge! His unwavering interest lied in the woman beside him.
We drove back home, when I got the idea to heat things up in the bedroom, or the sofa in this case, and bring in a blindfold. If there’s one person I’d feel comfortable wearing a blindfold with, it’s Nathan. As we drove home, I almost blurted out that I loved him, but I held back. I’m waiting for the right moment. I’ll know when the time comes.
Nathan needed little convincing to agree to the blindfold, and I grinned deviously, watching him taking two steps at a time as he made his way upstairs to find a tie.
I glance down at my phone and see two unread emails. I’m anxious for feedback for the interviews I’ve been to this week. Glaring at my phone, my heart sinks. I don’t have to open the mails to see its more bad news I can add to my list of rejection mails. I look up and hear Nathan scrambling upstairs. After some thought, I decide not to tell him about the rejection mails; I don’t want to ruin this moment for him, especially after I saw his excitement.
I place my phone on the counter and continue lifting each button from my shirt when a piece of paper, set under the vase on the side table, catches my attention.
My Dear Lexi,
You are one tough cookie to find! I’ve been looking everywhere for you! Turns out, I just had to check your house!
I must tell you, Lexi, I don't like that there's a new man in my place! But I'm sure that's a little misunderstanding we can iron out once we meet up.
Look forward to seeing you soon… perhaps we can pick up from where we left off, Lexikins!
See you soon,
B.
It feels like the air is ripped out of my chest, as if I’m being choked by a force greater than me. The glass of water in my hand drops, the impact is shattering as it hits the ground.
The scream that escapes my lips is deafening and cause for Nathan to rush down the stairs. Previous images of Brandon touching me e
nters my mind, and I break down. The tears flowing from my cheeks are uncontrollable.
“What’s going on?” Nathan asks, placing an embracing arm around me. Concern fills his voice. I struggle to catch my breath and hand the note to Nathan.
His breathing quickens as he reads through the note, and I see the muscles on his face tightening. My eyes grow wide at the sight of the veins on the side of his head, pulsating with anger. “Where did you find this?” He asks me, and I point to the vase.
The moment he realizes Brandon managed to get inside the house, Nathan’s growl sends shivers down my spine. He wraps his arms around me again. “Lexi, sweetness, I know you don’t want to talk about it, but you must tell me everything about Brandon!”
“No, I can’t, Nathan! I told you the last thing I want to tal—”
“Lexi, I need to know!” He barks.
His tone is final. I take in a deep breath, realizing he won’t accept ‘no’ for an answer. The reason I’ve refused to discuss Brandon is not that I don’t want to trouble Nathan or anything like that, but rather that by talking about it, everything feels so real again. That’s what terrifies me. Having to relive the events of that day, the day I feared for my life.
Nathan struggles to contain his anger as I tell him about my ex. I tell him how Brandon was my first and only boyfriend. When the relationship first started, everything was amazing—he treated me like a queen. I smile, watching Nathan do a terrible job of hiding his jealousy when I mention Brandon was the hottest guy on the college campus.
