I was seconds away from making the plunge but then I thought better of it. I rolled us over, holding her on my lap. Her tits looked amazing from this angle, forcing me to fondle them. My fingers found her puffy little nipples, rolling them to hardness.
Her sweet moans rang out, driving me insane. My cock twitched in anticipation but still, I held back the urge, wanting to build this up to a perfect crescendo. I wanted it to feel so good that she’d never forget it – hell she’d be having wet dreams about it for months.
“Allen… you can’t keep teasing me like this…”
I ignored her, bringing my fingers up to her pussy. I rubbed her up and down for a moment, feeling her wetness. As she moaned, I shoved one of my fingers deep inside of her, loving the sound of her pleasure. Before she could relax, I pressed in another.
Now, with two fingers, I pumped them in and out of her, quick and dirty. Her juices sloshed around, dripping onto my stomach as I finger fucked her harder and harder.
“Fuck!” she screamed, throwing her head back. She ground her hips against me, begging for more. “Allen… please!”
I responded by adding in another finger, fucking her even harder.
She started to shake, once again getting to the cusp of orgasm.
I stopped.
She groaned, her eyes pleading with mine.
Quickly, I flipped her over, pinning her to the bed. “How bad do you want it?” I asked, grinning down at her. Already, her chest was heaving with her ragged breaths. If she was tired now, she would be spent by the time I was done with her.
“I want it so bad… Allen… please.”
“Oh, come on now, you’re going to have to do better than that. How badly do you want it?” I repeated, seeing the distressed look on her face.
She wanted to beg me for it but her head was so muddled with her lust that she probably couldn’t even find the words.
To encourage her a bit, I started to rub her chest, letting my fingers dance along her large areoles. When she continued to stay silent, I leaned down and took her nipple into my mouth, letting my tongue flick back and forth.
She moaned, her eyes rolling into the back of her skull.
Without warning, she took control. She pinned me down, hands on my shoulders. There was a wild look in her eye as she rubbed her pussy against my throbbing cock. She took me in her hand and started to jerk me off, slow at first, returning the sexual torment.
I groaned, rolling my hips into the air.
She continued her slow pace.
This was torture.
She grinned, guiding my tip to her entrance. I held my breath in anticipation but the little vixen continued to tease me, grinding her hips in a slow, circular motion.
I couldn’t handle it anymore.
We once more rolled over, nearing the edge of the bed. Taking full control, I plunged deep inside of her, filling every inch of her pussy.
She screamed out, her fingers digging into my arms as I settled myself, cock deep inside her vagina.
We were still for a moment before I started my steady rhythm. I took my time at first, building up the tempo until I was fucking her so hard that the bed began to rock.
“Harder!” she begged, her body locking with mine. We moved in perfect sync. It was like we had been made for each other.
I gave her exactly what she wanted, lifting one leg into the air so I could plunge into her even deeper. I ravaged her like an animal, unable to get enough of her.
Her nails ran down my back as we got closer and closer to our climax. I pummeled her with everything I had, feeling my balls tighten.
“Baby… I’m going to…” I growled, my voice husky and deep.
“Me… too…” she panted.
Soon, it was too much for me to handle. I groaned, about to cum when she clamped down on me, placing my dick in a vice grip. It became hard to move, her pussy walls tightening around every inch of my cock.
I lost it.
My load exploded inside of her, coating her with my hot, sticky cum.
A second later, I collapsed on top of her, pulling her into my arms, our bodies locking together like two puzzle pieces.
We looked at each other, forehead to forehead and smiled.
“Happy Halloween,” she whispered before she leaned forward and kissed me. It was such a tender and sweet kiss that it nearly melted my heart.
How had I ever become lucky enough to fall in love with a woman like Essie?
“Happy Halloween,” I smiled, holding her close as I planned what to do for round two.
Epilogue
ESSIE
One year later.
“Tell me again why you wanted me to wear this costume?” I asked, standing in front of the mirror. The police outfit was tight around my curves – a little too tight. “Are you sure you ordered this in my size?”
“Stop worrying about it. You look amazing.” Allen came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He kissed my cheek and smiled.
“But, seriously, are you going to tell me why we are wearing these ridiculous costumes?”
“They aren’t ridiculous.”
I placed my hand on my hip, my fingers dangerously close to my baton. “Don’t make me use this.”
He shrugged, feigning innocence. “You’re the jailer and I’m the prisoner. I thought it was appropriate.”
“Why’s that?”
“Don’t you remember our first Halloween?”
“You mean, my comment about Gretchen?”
He nodded. “That’s what you based this off of? Everything we have done together and you decide to pick our costumes because of that?”
“Hey, it got me in your pants, didn’t it?”
I rolled my eyes. “Perv.”
Just then, someone knocked on the door.
“Must be Chris.”
I nodded my head, crossing the room to open it.
It was indeed Chris and Ebony, dressed like a couple of people from the 1800s. “Who the hell are you two supposed to be?”
Ebony immediately looked offended. “Maybe if you picked up a book every once in a while, you would know,” she snapped.
“Damn, did someone wake up on the wrong side of the bed?” I remarked.
Living with my sister had been hard before but now it was almost unbearable. Good thing we lived in entirely different wings of the mansion.
We glared at one another, about to go at it when Chris stepped in to save the day, as he always did. “She’s Elizabeth and I’m Mr. Darcy.”
I looked at him like he had three heads. “Pardon?”
“From Pride and Prejudice.”
I groaned. “Not that boring old book.”
“It’s not boring,” Ebony snapped. “It’s a classic piece of literature.”
“Sure.” I waved my hand, wanting to end the conversation.
“Anyway.” Allen cleared his throat. “We should start heading downstairs. The guests will be arriving at any minute.
Everyone nodded.
As we rounded the bend on the stairs, I was surprised to find that the house was already packed with people. They were all gathered in the living room. They were some of our closest friends.
“What’s going on?” I whispered in Allen’s direction.
“You’ll see,” he answered mysteriously, taking me by the hand.
I didn’t like that everyone had their eyes locked on me like they were prepping for some kind of surprise party even though no one was hiding.
“Why are they all looking at me?”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Allen… You know I don’t like surprises.” I squeezed his hand, starting to get nervous.
“Welcome all. Let me start by thanking you for joining us at another Halloween Ball. It wouldn’t be the same without all our friends and family.”
The newest head maid came around, placing a glass of champagne in my hand. I tw
irled it between my fingers, staring into the bubbling liquid. My arms were covered in goosebumps. Something was happening, I just didn’t know what.
He raised his glass. “So, I propose a toast.” He smiled. “To our health, heathens, and Halloween.” He smirked at his silly remark. “But, in more serious matters, I do have an announcement to make…” At this, he turned to face me, his eyes burning with a sense of excitement I had never seen before.
Carefully, he took my hand in his and looked into my eyes.
My heart skipped a beat.
“Essie…” he started off but he soon stopped, wetting his lips, like he was nervous. I had never seen him act like this.
“Allen… what’s going on…?” My cheeks burned, especially with everyone watching us. The room was so silent that it nearly suffocated me.
“Essie…” he repeated, taking a deep breath. “For the past year, you’ve shown me a happiness that I’ve never felt before. Every time you walk into a room, you light it up with your brilliant smile. Every time you get into bed with me, I think that I’m the luckiest man in the world.”
I expected Ebony to start gagging, as she always did whenever Allen and I were romantic, but she was actually just smiling, leaning her head on Chris.
“I never want to let you go… I want you to stay in my life forever.”
I couldn’t understand why he was saying all this in front of our guests. It seemed a little showy and it was definitely something he had never done before. Usually, the party started with loud music and dancing. This was downright… peculiar.
“So…”
Suddenly, he dropped down to one knee.
My eyes widened in realization. The costumes. The speech. It was all leading up to this. But… he wasn’t really going to… No...
I gasped in disbelief. “Allen…?”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny black box. He held it up for all to see before he opened it, revealing a beautiful diamond band. It glittered in the light, like a miniature star he was able to cradle in his palm.
I was lost for words, staring at it in a state of shock. Part of me thought that this was all a dream.
“Essie…” He took my hand once more, squeezing it between his fingers. “Will you marry me and make me the luckiest man in the world?”
His question made the whole world stop. My heart thundered in response.
I felt like I was going to pass out at any second. My head felt so light and airy.
He looked up at me, expecting an answer but it was like I had forgotten how to speak. The whole room waited.
My heart beat even faster.
The word ‘yes’ was lodged in my throat like a boulder. I just couldn’t get it out.
Ebony nudged me, pulling me back into reality.
I nodded my head, tears welling up in my eyes. Abruptly, I launched myself forward, falling into his arms. We collapsed into a heap on the ground, tangled in each other’s arms. I kissed him with all the passion I couldn’t express in words, my heart soaring with joy.
Eventually, we pulled away, our faces only inches apart.
“So…?” he asked.
“Yes!”
THE END
Love Me By Christmas
Chapter 1
Whenever Christmas time came up, Jennifer Layfon found herself roaming around the various Christmas markets that had popped up in Manchester, England. She found herself enjoying what was going on all around her: vendors selling traditional treats, colorful Christmas lights, and the atmosphere of everyone simply keen to just enjoy the Holiday season. Starting from late November, the Christmas markets would pop up, serving all sorts of food, drinks and a diversity of things for sale that she couldn’t help but smile at the joy in the air.
But this time, she wasn’t enjoying the upcoming festive spirit. Instead, she was sitting in front of whom could be her boss.
Jennifer was a young 23-year-old Emergency Intensive Care Paramedic in training. She studied at the Manchester Metropolitan University as a 3rd-year student and lived alone. Her mother was living in Belfast, Ireland and she had come to Manchester because she had gotten her admission in the university without any form of troubles and for sure she found herself adjusting to the life of the English people in this city.
Living in the far-lying area of Firswood in Manchester, her day usually consisted of getting up, attending the University, studying for a bit in the library and then heading back home after a small latte or something akin to that with her classmates and friends. But now that they were all very, very close to graduating and becoming full-time paramedics, and actually going ahead in getting their own families or careers started, they didn’t have anything better to do than hang out with the various boyfriends in their lives, and boy, did all her friends have boyfriends. Her best friend, Angelina, was so hooked up with her boyfriend that Jennifer was surprised the two of them weren’t married already, and here she was, alone, without a single person to be called a boyfriend.
So she had resorted to the age-old technique of asking for advice, and who better to give her advice than her mother? Her mother was a mother of 3 children, Jennifer being the oldest, her younger brother by 2 years who was already in the Royal British Army, and her 15-year old sister who was still attending the high school. Jennifer always looked up to her mother - she was not only her inspiration as she had to raise all three kids by herself but a close friend too, always there to listen to Jen.
“Oh dear, I know it is difficult but try to look at the situation from the brighter side. You are young and free and you can do whatever you set your mind on. Maybe you should try doing something outside your school circle... you will meet different people and who knows?” her mother had said.
“Perhaps you are right, Mum. You know I was actually thinking about getting some job, something to help with the uni fees and not to be so much of a financial burden for you...”
“Stop it! You are never any kind of burden to me - remember that!” her mother said, little bit angrier than she intended. But she was always proud of her bright daughter and promised herself to do whatever it would take to support Jennifer throughout her course so that she could fully concentrate on studying. However, realizing the situation her daughter was in, she gave it a second thought. “Look, Jen. You are so close to finishing your course and I really don’t want some silly job to take your focus away just because you think you owe me something. But if you promise me that school will still be your number one priority, perhaps, you can try a part-time job.”
She had then explained how she herself had gotten a part-time job as an assistant in a small law firm in the city of Belfast when she was about Jennifer’s age and how it eventually went to a good career, allowing her to fully support her children.
So Jennifer had looked around for the best thing she could do. Her times were simple, and starting from 4 pm, she was free till late evening, and there was this amazing cafe right next to the street she lived in, within walking distance of her small shared apartment that she was staying at, who required staff. So here she was, on Saturday afternoon, applying for the position.
“A paramedic student?” The cafe owner was a slightly overweight, mustached man, in his 50’s, with short blonde hair and a build that screamed soldier from a distance. “Impressive, that’s a good goal you’ve got there, young miss. I myself had gone through paramedic training when I was in the army, but that’s for another time. You say you’re interested in a part-time job from 4.30 in the evening to 9.30, that is 5 hours a day, is that correct?”
“Yes, sir.” Jennifer nodded, slightly nervous. “And I am not doing this only for the money, or the experience. I have found myself to be the best at serving and making people smile, so I really hope you can give me a chance, though the extra monetary help will definitely be welcome.”
“Miss, you’ve got the job the second you said you weren’t interested in it for the money,” the man laughed. He might have had
an intimidating appearance as a former soldier, but he was a jolly good fellow. “But everyone else is. Very well, consider yourself hired. You can work starting tomorrow as a waitress. All you have to do is pick up the orders from the counter and serve to the customers, take orders and so on. I am sure you understand the job?”
“Yes, sir.” Quite happy with herself, Jennifer gave a big smile, her pale golden hair tied in a neat bun. “I will try my best to not disappoint.”
“Good, that is good.” The boss nodded. They were inside of the kitchen in the back of the cafe, sitting on stools. The man himself was a chef and had 3 other workers in the cafe. There was an assistant chef that manned the cold food counter and two waitresses. “Mellissa, one of the waitresses, will show you around, she knows all that is to now. She’s the first one to come in the morning and start everything, and she’ll be here tomorrow as well. Will you work full time on Sundays?”
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