by Riley, Alexa
“Bull.”
“Listen, I know this might seem sudden, but I’ve never felt—”
“Yes!” she shouts, interrupting me.
I smile as I slide the ring on her finger and then look into her eyes. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone. And if you’re not ready to say it, it’s okay. But I love you, Teeny. I love you so damn much and maybe in time you can grow to feel the same.”
“Are you kidding me?” she says, her eyes filling with tears. “I love you, too, Bull. I knew it from the moment I saw you.”
She wraps her arms around me and I roll us over so I’m on top of her. This daybed she has in the living room isn’t big enough, but I don’t plan on being on it for much longer. Part of why I was gone so long today was I went by a realtor's office and got a stack of listings for Teeny to choose from. I don’t care where I live as long as she’s there with me.
“You’re mine.” I say, easing my cock out of her and moving down her body. “All mine.”
“Yes, Bull, I’m yours.” She spreads her legs wide and lets them fall open as I run my tongue between her folds. “I love you so much.”
“I love you,” I say, licking her clit and sucking on her lips. I work my two fingers inside of her and her hips rise to meet my mouth.
Her sweet pussy rubs against me as I lick her until she cums. I keep my eyes on the diamond the whole time, knowing she’s mine until the end of time. I never thought that having someone move in across the hall would create a tornado that gave me something I never thought possible—a wife and maybe one day a family. I didn’t think love was a possibility because I’d locked myself away, but here she is, changing all of my carefully laid plans.
When she reaches for me I move up her body and slide my thick cock between her tender folds. She wraps her hand around my cock and helps me find my release inside of her. But that’s only the start of our forever.
Epilogue
Teeny
One year later…
“Sweets, maybe you should sit down,” Bull says from behind me as I throw another dress over my head trying to find something that fits. I’ve been in this closet for twenty minutes now and I swear there is nothing to wear.
“I can’t sit down. I have to get ready.” I turn to look at him. He’s holding our puppy Mac. Bull got me him for Christmas. The dog thinks he’s a lap dog, but in the short time we’ve had him it’s easy to tell that dog will outweigh me soon enough. I’m pretty sure that was the point. Bull wanted a guard dog for the house. He’s been training the puppy since we got the cute thing. He uses the dog to find me sometimes. He’ll take Mac to find me and that pup does within seconds. I even tried hiding a few times and he still found me.
He wouldn’t need a dog to find me if this house wasn’t so big. I’m not complaining, though, because we’ve got plans to fill it up. We’ve already started.
My hand goes to my round baby bump that has our little girl in it. I was sure it was going to be a boy with how quick my baby bump popped out. I was certain he’d be Bull’s size, for sure. Bull called it from the start. I’d asked if there was two in there, which only made everyone laugh.
I’m standing in only a pair of panties trying to find something to wear before my parents get here. Bull is finally going to meet them face to face. Everything before now has been over the phone with calls or FaceTime.
I had no idea the next time I’d be seeing my parents in person I would be married with a little baby bun in the oven, but here I am. Mom always did say when I do something I really commit to it. I guess starting a new life is no different.
Bull smiles at me as he puts down the puppy that I can never hold as easily as he can. At least not recently. Our puppy Mac is growing faster than my baby bump. “What’s wrong with this one?” he picks up a soft peach dress I’d tossed to the floor moments ago. I know I need to go shopping for clothes, but every time I go we end up in the baby section and by the time we get home I’ve forgotten all about clothes for me but have bags full of baby clothes.
He walks over towards me, pulling the dress down over my head for me. “I need a bra,” I tell him as the dress falls into place.
“Lies.” He pretends to be appalled at the idea of me putting one on, or maybe he’s not pretending. My boobs have grown with my baby bump. Bull is enjoying them. Though Bull enjoys everything about me because he’s the sweetest man in the whole world. He probably sees my expanding body as more of me to love and he’s all for that.
I do a twirl. I don’t remember the dress being this cute on me before. “Maybe not that one.” It’s swiftly swished over my head.
“Hey!” It falls back to the ground, where Mac goes over to lie on top of it, taking Bull’s side. “Traitor,” I mouth to the dog. Bull grunts in approval as he picks me up. My hands go to his shoulders as he carries me over to the bed and lays me down.
“What are you doing?” I ask, even though I know. He pulls my panties to the side and his mouth finds my center.
“Calming you down,” he says against me before taking another long lick of me. Bull swears this is the only way to get me to calm down. I’m not going to argue with him on it because I’m pretty sure he’s right.
His broad shoulders spread my thighs wide as he devours me, licking and sucking until I’m coming undone for him, crying out his name. I lie in the center of the bed and don’t want to do anything but bask in the aftermath of Bull’s love. My eyes fall closed and my mouth forms a happy smile. All my jitters about Bull meeting my parents disappear. They’ll love him. How could they not?
I don’t know why I had the jitters to begin with. Both my parents already love him. My mom thinks he’s perfect for me. I think she relaxed more and enjoyed their year-long cruise when she knew I had someone watching out for me.
My eye flutter open as Bull pulls me up to a sitting position on the side of the bed. This time it’s a pink cotton dress he slides over my head. “This one won’t show your panties when you twirl,” he informs me.
“Oops.” I shrug. I hadn't noticed the other had done that. I only noticed that I filled out the dress better than the last time I’d put it on. Guess I fill it out a little too well now.
I watch as he picks up the clothes I tossed on the floor and ducks into the closet, returning a few moments later with a pair of my favorite flats, which he slides onto my feet.
“What about you?” I reach out to rub his hard-on and lick my lips. He calmed me down, but now his cock is all worked up. Though nine times out of ten when I brush against him it’s hard. The one time out of ten it’s not is when we’ve just gone at it like bunnies.
“We really don’t have time now, sweets.” He helps me from the bed before taking my hand in his and leading me downstairs into the kitchen, with Mac trailing right behind us.
“Want help?” I ask when he puts me in the high-top chair I sit at every morning when he makes breakfast. We’ve already had breakfast though. I glance at the clock and see my parents should be here anytime now. It’s already late into the afternoon. They’ve landed by now. Unless they got lost trying to find our place. I don’t know why they wouldn't let us pick them up from the airport. They said something about renting a car.
“I’ve got it.” He smiles and shakes his head at me. If I help I’ll probably end up breaking or spilling something, so I don’t push on helping. I swing my legs back and forth and spot my phone beside me. I check it, but there are no missed calls or texts.
“I talked to your mom before I came and found you destroying the closet,” Bull says, pulling a plate of prepared finger foods out of the fridge and setting it on the counter in front of me. I drop the phone down and go for the food.
“And?” I ask, shoving a tiny sandwich in my mouth. Since getting knocked up I no longer get lost in working and forget to eat. Not that Bull would ever let that happen. This baby can eat.
“They are probably pulling up now.” I look up at Bull. We are vastly different physically but we’re perfect together
.
“I love you,” I tell him. I just love saying the words to him.
“I love you, too, sweets.” He leans down and gives me a kiss. I melt into him, wrapping my arms around him. He shifts, pulling me from my seat and putting me on my feet at the same time the doorbell rings. Suddenly he looks a touch nervous.
He doesn't get bothered about people looking at him anymore. In fact, now he jokes he was made so big to keep other men from looking at me. I roll my eyes whenever he teases about it. His jealousy is adorable to me. It’s not so adorable to the guys he mean-mugs for looking at me, though. That look only makes me giggle while others turn and run the other way. I don’t think they’re checking me out, but he’s says I don’t notice.
“They are going to love you. They already do,” I remind him. I poke him in the belly. He grunts as if it actually did something, making me laugh.
“All I care about is you being happy, sweets.” He wants them to like him so I’ll be happy. They do like him. I know this. Either of us being worked up about this is silly. In fact, I think we're just excited to be honest. My mom and dad don’t know I’m pregnant and they’re in for a happy surprise. They didn’t get to see us get married and celebrate with us, but we’re making sure they’re here for all of this. Mom has already been asking when we’ll start trying. I only laugh at the question because we’ve never not tried.
“Then you have nothing to worry about. If I got any happier I’d burst into glitter.”
“You do love to make a mess,” he teases me with a chuckle.
“Kiss me then answer the door.” Like every time I tell him to kiss me, he does. He has since the first time I’d ever asked for one.
My first kiss. He’ll be my last, too.
Epilogue
Bull
Five years later…
I smile at my phone when I see the picture Teeny’s mom texted me moments ago. In it our baby girl, who’s not a baby so much anymore, is smiling big. She sits in the middle of a pile of stuffed animals overflowing her bed. All of them are ones her mama designed over the years. The one inspired by our little girl is in her hands. Adalyn holds the stuffed animal up, showing it off in the picture. It’s the reason we’re here.
I put my arm around my wife’s chair, leaning over to show her the picture her mom sent. She’s babysitting our little girl and two boys while we have a date night. It isn't any regular date night though. No, tonight my beautiful little wife is receiving an award for the work she did for the Love Toy Company.
Neither of us knew when she was crafting the stuffed doll that looked like Adalyn how big it would be. It initiated a whole new line for the company. From books to snacks, even an app. It was wild seeing all the designs my wife made come to life. It wasn't shocking though. Everything Teeny touches comes to life. I learned that myself. For someone so small, she’s full of life. Adalyn is the same way. She’s like her mama in every way. I don’t know how the world got so lucky to get two of them, but I know I’m here to make sure they’re taken care of.
They call my wife’s name, drawing my attention away from her and back up to the stage at the front of the room. She stands, leaning down to kiss me before heading up to accept her award. It’s well deserved. She took the small company and made the thing global. Everyone knows who they are because of the Adalyn stuffie. They kiss her ass. In fact, the new acting CEO pays way too much attention to my wife’s ass for my liking. I glance over at him.
The man has balls. I’ll give him that. I lean forward. My chair groans a little because of my size. Good. I want it to so it will draw his attention. The man's eyes flick from where my wife is walking up the small flight of stairs to the podium. I give him a hard look. He pales for a moment and quickly looks away, suddenly interested in his salad. It’s dry and needs more dressing, but the man pretends it’s the best thing in the world now because where the fuck else is he going to look?
My wife starts speaking so I pull my attention from the asshole at the table. He’s lucky my wife works from home. If she had to go into an office with him every day we’d have problem. Hell, we still might have problems.
My heart squeezes and I forget about Fuckface when my wife starts telling the story of us. How Adalyn was inspired by Bull—the stuffed animal she’d crafted after me, the one that was Adalyn’s best friend. Without Bull there would have been no Adalyn, and Adalyn needed Bull. He kept her safe and made sure she stayed out of trouble all while letting her see the world and be who she was.
By the time she’s done speaking I’m already up out of my chair and moving towards her. She smiles, stepping away from the podium. I grab her by the hips pulling her to me. “My Bull,” she laughs. Everyone else laughs, too, and cheers as I kiss my wife. She wraps her arms around me.
“Love you,” she says against my mouth.
“Love you, too, sweets.” I put her down and take her hand to lead her back towards our table where our main course is being served. I can tell already I’m going to be making my wife a second dinner when we get home.
She’s eating for two. We plan on having one last baby. I’d been worried with our first pregnancy about her size. I was worried the babies would be too big for her little body, but she’d done it. Easily. Even when she was pregnant she could buzz around the house talking and doing stuff at a million miles an hour.
“What did you do?” Teeny leans into me.
“What?” I ask, putting butter on the warm roll and placing it on the plate in front of her.
“Jim won’t look at me.” I glance over to Fuckface, fighting a smirk. I’ve learned to embrace my size. It really does work wonders. I don't have to say shit or do anything to keep people like him from looking places they shouldn't.
“Good.” I look down at my wife. I really can’t blame the man. She’s wearing this strapless purple dress that hugs her tits. The skirt is tulle and makes her look like a little ballerina. She has too much skin on display, but she still looks as innocent as always. That innocence is what I’ve pledged to protect for the rest of my life.
I get to have her every night. I watched her put the dress on and will be taking her out of it tonight. I’m hard up like I’ve never had a taste of her. Hell, I’ve feasted on her every day and I never get full. I really can’t blame the guy, but I’ll make his face meet the table if he does it again.
I lean in and kiss her mouth. She deepens the kiss and digs her fingers into my suit. When I pull away she’s breathless, her lips pouty and pink. “This dinner looks terrible,” she says against my mouth.
“I’ll feed you when we get home.” I’m going to do more than feed her when we got home, but she knows that.
“We are in a hotel.” She glances around. We are. The event is being held in a banquet room here. The place is nice, but the food sucks. She bites her lip for a second. “Let’s get a room and order Chinese food.” My mind flashes to that first night when she was standing outside my door holding a big bag of Chinese food. All the things I wanted to do to her. I thought I couldn't have her. I don’t want to even think about what would’ve happened if she hadn’t come to talk to me.
My already hard cock starts to ache at the brilliant idea. I’m happy she wants to get out of here, too. Teeny’s mom doesn’t expect us to be home for hours. My wife will be all mine. “You could show me all the dirty things you wanted to do to me that first night I knocked on your door. Except now you can because you know I can handle it.” I’m out of my chair.
Yeah, I know my wife can handle it. I’m a thick man, but her little body was made for me. She laughs as we make quick exit. I can’t help but wink at Fuckface when I pull my wife from the room.
She’s mine. We might not look like we fit together, but we do. We’re a perfect match. I make quick work of getting us a room.
“I’ll order,” I say as I push open the door to the room. My little wife climbs me like a tree.
“Later. We have all night.” She kisses me, and I drop my phone, not giving a shit about
it. The door closes behind us. I press her to the wall, not wasting any time as I reach under her dress and pull her panties from her body with a tug. In one quick motion I get myself free and thrust deep inside her.
“Perfect,” she moans. It is perfect. A perfect fit.
THE END!
Holding His Forever
by
Alexa Riley
Derek aka Phoenix is a New York City firefighter and has dedicated his life to saving people. When he loses two of his men in the line of duty, he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to see the light again.
However, when an angel in the form of a woman named Fia appears before him, his world as he knows it is turned upside down.
Fia has been working hard to make money so she can finish her last semester of school. A fire in her building sets her back to square one, but the fireman who saves her turns out to be more than she ever expected.
Once he gets his arms around her, there’s no letting go. Because when you’ve got your forever in your arms, nothing else matters.
Warning: This is hot and fast insta-love that ignites the pages. It’s burning heat that combusts into an inferno of lava. Okay, that’s all the fire words I could come up with. Now insert a pun about a big hose. It’s quick, dirty, and ridiculously over the top.
Chapter 1
Fia
“You finish your shit, Fia?”
Sam’s gravelly voice from years of smoking barks from behind me as I hang up the phone in his back office. A mixture of annoyance and relief fills me. I really didn’t want to have to cover Kim’s shift at the women’s shelter tonight and was thankful she was able to make it in. I would have done it if they needed me; I’d do anything for that place. But I’m dead on my feet as it is. I’ve been on my feet for the past twelve hours and haven’t slept in over twenty-four, and it would be my luck that if I went back to the shelter, it would be a busy night.