by Alexa Riley
“At my parents’ house?” Her eyes widen, but I see curiosity there.
“I know you have much to do in the morning. Allow me to wake you up with my tongue between your lips.” I cup her pussy with my hand and squeeze.
She moans and rocks into it.
“Okay,” she whispers, her eyelids becoming heavy.
I call out to the driver, and we turn back toward her house. Quickly we get out of the car and sneak back into her house through the kitchen and up the stairs. The home is modest, but it feels like there is love in every corner of it. The books stacked up next to a chair, the blankets across the couch, and the board games nearby that look old and worn. This home was a place for children to feel safe and laugh. That is the home I want to have with Pumpkin.
“In here,” she whispers as we go into her room and she closes the door behind us. She pushes the little lock, but I see her stare at it for a second before she grabs the wooden chair nearby and wedges it underneath. “Sorry, my sister is nosy.”
I smile at her, and then Pumpkin jumps into my arms, and I fall backwards onto the bed. The springs groan and creak in protest, and she puts a hand over my mouth to smother a laugh.
“Shh, you’ll wake up my parents,” she whispers.
“Then I’ll take you on the floor.” I kiss her, and when she opens for me, I touch my tongue to hers.
I stand from the bed and place her on her feet as I begin to pull at her pajamas. Her hands push off my suit, and then she reaches for my belt as we hurriedly undress.
“After I have you the first time, we will talk.” I wait until she nods. “There will never be secrets between us krasota. Da?”
“Da,” she echoes, palming my cock and squeezing it with both of her hands.
I curse as I kneel down in front of her and pull her against my face. I lick between her legs, and she spreads them for me so I can feast on her cunt. It’s wet and warm, and my cock drips to be inside of her. She tries to be quiet, but her little moans please me, and I keep teasing her.
When she’s right at the edge, I lay back on the floor and hold out my hands to help her straddle me. Slowly she places her feet on either side of my waist and lowers herself onto my waiting cock. It’s standing straight up, so she slides down on it easily, and I hold her hips tight. I grind her down on me where I know her clit needs it most, and she leans down on top of me.
“Bury your face in my chest,” I whisper, and she does. “I’ll give you what you need.”
I plant my feet and thrust into her from below as her pussy squeezes me. I feel her teeth on my chest, and I welcome the pain as she marks me as hers. My hands tighten on her ass as I thrust faster and harder. The floor groans under us, but I’m too far gone to stop now.
“Mine,” I growl as possessive need takes over.
“Yours,” she answers as she tenses and then falls over the edge into ecstasy.
“I love you,” I say through gritted teeth, and her orgasm spurs mine. I cum deep inside of her as the walls of her pussy milk it from me. My eyes close tight, and I hold myself inside of her, letting nature take over and giving her all that I have.
Long moments pass after that with us staying exactly in this position. I kiss her neck and her shoulder and all the places I can reach without moving from this spot. I’m not ready to lose her warmth, and she isn’t in a rush to be free of me either.
“Earlier when I was upset…” she begins and leans up to look at me.
“Da?” I ask, waiting for her meaning.
“I said you were getting married and you said yes. Why did you say yes if it wasn’t true?”
A grin spreads across my face as I kiss her softly. “Because you are my bride, krasota.”
“Oh.” That’s all she says before she snuggles close and hums happily.
Chapter Nineteen
Pumpkin
I let out a small moan, and Miller’s hand covers my mouth to silence me. He was using it to play with my nipples, and I hate the loss there. But with his hand on my mouth, there’s this edge of excitement that we could get caught. I’m in my childhood bed with a big Russian behind me who is doing dirty things to my body.
My legs are locked with his as he thrusts in deep. He’s using his other hand to play with my clit, and even though I’m trying to hold off the orgasm, it’s no use. My sex clamps around his cock, and I feel his warm cum pulse inside of me. The feeling of it turns me on, and we both go off together.
I never should have doubted Miller. The way he treats me and cares for me is what’s the truth, and I won’t make that mistake again. Next time I’ll go straight to him and ask, because I trust that he’ll always be honest with me.
“You are a witch with your pussy, krasota. I can’t control my cock when your cunt tightens around me.” He kisses my neck as he moves his hand from off my mouth, and I roll over so I can face him.
“I want to wake up like this for the rest of my life.”
“You will,” he says, and it’s a promise.
His fingers play with my hair for a few moments, but then he moves off the bed. For a second I think he’s going to get dressed, but then he kneels on the side of the bed and spreads my legs.
“I told you this is how I’d wake you, but I couldn't help myself.” I go to tell him it doesn't matter, but he buries his face in my pussy before I can get a word out.
When I feel two big fingers push inside, I clench around him. Then when he does it again, I think he’s trying to make sure every drop of his cum stays inside where he put it. With that thought and him sucking my clit into his mouth, I’m done for. I put my own hand over my mouth this time as I climax. It’s hot and fast, and afterwards I lie there breathless. Miller kisses the inside of each of my thighs before he stands up fully naked with his long, thick cock hard as steel. My mouth waters when I see his need drip from the end, and just as I sit up to take him in my hands, I hear a noise.
“What are you doing? Why is the door locked?” My eyes widen and I jump out of bed as Miller smiles like the devil.
“Get dressed,” I hiss at him, but he's already reaching for his clothes and lazily pulling his boxer briefs on.
“I’m getting dressed,” I shout, pretending not to still be in orgasmic bliss.
“Seriously?” I can hear her roll her eyes as she turns the knob again.
“Get in the closet,” I whisper to Miller, pushing him toward it.
“You think I’m going to hide in a closet?” he chuckles.
“For me?” I plead with him, and his face softens.
“For you,” he agrees, kissing the tip of my nose, and then goes and hides. I tighten my robe around me and open the door for my sister.
“I’ll be down in a second,” I say, and she narrows her eyes at me.
“Dad’s gonna murder him,” she whispers. “Your room smells like sex.” I want to ask her how she knows what sex smells like, but then I remember she walked in on her cheating boyfriend in the act.
“Stall them for me,” I quietly beg. She hesitates for a moment but then relents.
“Fine, but you’re going to do the dishes,” she says, then turns around and walks downstairs.
I rush to the closet and open the doors. “Now what?” Miller gives me a playful smile.
“You go out the window.” He raises his eyebrows at me. “They do it in movies,” I point out.
“Fine, krasota. I need to go get Frost. I'm going to have to drag him here.” He kisses me one last time before I walk over to my window and open it. He climbs through and easily jumps out of it like it’s nothing.
“I love you,” I say, and I can’t help but smile because it reminds me of a romance book or a Hallmark movie.
I shut the window and quickly get myself together before I rush downstairs and get to work. Thankfully my parents don’t seem to notice anything was amiss this morning, and Cookie keeps a lid on it.
Time flies by as we cook and laugh, so when I hear the doorbell chime, I all but run to the door.
We stayed up late last night talking, and he told me more about his parents. After all of that I knew that today would be perfect. I want them to see what Thanksgiving should be about and welcome him and Frost into our family. With all this marriage talk, this will be their family too, and it’s important for us to share this.
I open the door and the first thing I see is Frost looking bored. But my man gives me a smile as he bends down to kiss me, and I can’t believe how much I missed him in such a short time.
My dad clears his throat, and I quickly pull back from Miller. I introduce everyone, but Dad is staring a hole into Miller.
“Why don’t you get Frost a drink? Miller and I are going to have a quick chat on the porch,” my dad says, and I quickly agree.
“Okay.” I’m not worried in the least because Miller will fight to keep me and that alone will have my dad seeing what I mean to him.
I lead Frost into the living room, and he sighs as he drops down on the couch. If it was Christmas, I’d call him the Grinch.
“Can I get you something to drink?” I ask.
“Vodka.”
“Okaaay,” I say slowly. “We might have that.” I head into the kitchen and find a bottle in the fridge. “For Frost,” I say before Mom or Cookie can ask. “Can you take it to him, Cookie? I need to check on the bread.”
It’s the only thing I can think of to get her out there to meet him alone.
“Whatever.” She rolls her eyes and sees right through my bullshit.
As she walks out of the kitchen, my dad and Miller come in. They’re both smiling, and I’m so happy that I rush to Miller and put my arms around his waist. He greets my mom, and they chat for a bit as I feel him kiss the top of my head.
“Do I smell pelmeni?” he asks, and I lean back to look up at him.
“I hope I did it right.”
“You are too good to me, krasota.”
We start placing the dishes on the table, and Frost walks in. His eyes narrow on Cookie as he watches everything she does. She pretends he’s not there, which I think may be driving him crazy. When we tell everyone dinner is ready, Frost makes sure he gets a seat next to my sister.
“I know what you are doing, krasota,” Miller whispers into my ear before kissing my cheek. I shrug, thinking my plan is working.
We all sit down and we’re just about to begin serving dinner when Miller stands from the table. I look up at him, unsure of what he’s doing as he drops to one knee. My eyes fill with tears when I realize this is it.
“You are the greatest thing that ever happened to me, Pumpkin. You will marry me.”
A laugh bubbles up inside of me at his demand, but that’s my Miller. Part of the reason I’m so in love with him is because he goes for what he wants, and he wants me. I hold my hand out as he slips the ring onto it. Thanksgiving could not be more perfect as I say yes to the question he didn’t ask and then kiss the love of my life.
Later, as I glance over at Cookie and Frost, I think Christmas might be just as perfect.
Epilogue
Miller
Sixteen years later…
“Stop looking out the window,” Pumpkin says as she comes up behind me and wraps her arms around my waist.
“I’m just checking on the roses.” I drop the curtain and scowl as she laughs.
“Liar.”
I turn around so I can look down at her and I take her chin in my hand. “What do you expect? Our daughter is with a boy, and I don’t like it.”
“She’s with a friend.” She looks at me softly, but I know she hides the truth from me.
Maybe it’s better I don’t know, and Pumpkin must know that. Because if our baby girl Natalie has a boyfriend, I would break his legs.
The sound of an engine has me turning around, and I see a car pulled up out front. The boy’s mother and father are in the car, and I stare as the boy gets out and holds the door open for Natalie.
“He’s got good manners,” Pumpkin says, and I just huff.
“He is small.”
“He’s sixteen.” Pumpkin nudges my back, and I grunt.
“I should go outside and talk to his parents.” I move to the door, and she grabs my arm.
“Miller, I already talked to them earlier, it’s fine. Let the boy say goodbye to Natalie.” She’s pleading with me as her hands move across my chest. She’s not playing fair.
“Fine.” I give in even though I don’t want to and stand there waiting for Natalie to come inside.
After a long moment on the other side of the door, she walks inside, and her cheeks are bright red.
“What were you doing?” I bark, but Pumpkin steps in front of me.
“How was the movie, baby? Did you guys have a good time?”
“Yes! It was really funny, and Drake bought me snacks and popcorn.”
“Where did you get lipstick?” I scowl at the pink on her lips.
Natalie shrugs as she walks past with her mother. “From Aunt Cookie.”
“Cookie.” I say her name like a curse as Pumpkin goes with Natalie into the kitchen.
I walk out the side door to where our houses connect, and I see Cookie on the patio washing her dog.
“Did you give my daughter makeup?” I yell, and Cookie stops what she’s doing to look up at me.
“Yeah. It’s payback for when you gave Mikel condoms!” she shouts back.
“He is a boy, it's different!” I shout back and then swallow hard as I slam the door and go back inside. The sound of Cookie laughing behind me makes me angry.
I will get her back for this, probably when she’s over here for dinner later. I’ll have to remember to do it when Frost isn’t around.
“Hey,” Pumpkin says as she comes back into the living room. “You still all grouchy?”
“Yes.” I know I’m pouting like a child, but Natalie is our baby girl, and this is too much. I want her to be four years old again and bouncing on her papa’s knee. Soon she will leave us, and it will break my heart.
“We should have had more children,” she says and touches my cheek.
“Nyet.” I shake my head.
I almost lost Pumpkin during the delivery, and the doctors had to remove her uterus afterwards. It was a decision I never wanted to make, but I did it to save her life. We were lucky that our daughter was perfect and healthy and Pumpkin made it. I don’t need anything beyond that.
“Where is Natalie now?” I look over Pumpkin’s head into the kitchen.
“She went to get more makeup.” I glare down at Pumpkin, and she winks at me.
“You tease me, woman.”
“Da.” She nods, and I grab her ass.
“You do this so that I will punish you.”
“Da.” She nods again.
“You know what happens when you speak Russian.” I lift her, and she wraps her legs around my waist.
“Oh, very much, da.”
She squeals when I slap her ass and carry her into the bedroom.
“You are doing this to distract me from my anger. But I will allow it because it ends with my face in your cunt.”
“Lucky me,” she says, wiggling her eyebrows.
“Then lie back and spread your legs. I want to start as I intend to finish.”
She lifts her dress, and I get on the bed with her. When I pull her panties to the side, I rub my nose between her folds and inhale her scent before I lick the same path and suck on her clit. She’s warm and wet and so needy. She puts her hand on the back of my head and holds me there as I savor her pussy.
The longer we are together, the more she demands her satisfaction, and I crave it. When she tells me she wants my cock, I’m at attention and waiting to pleasure her. When she tells me she needs my mouth, I fall to my knees. She is my queen and my light, and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to make her happy.
“Inside me,” she says, pulling me away from her pussy.
I thrust into her with a long, hard stroke, and we both moan at the connection. Sixtee
n years later and it’s still perfect every time we join.
“I love you,” she breathes, pulling me closer.
“And I love you, krasota,” I tell her as I cover her body with mine and we make love.
Later, when I’m holding her, I’ll close my eyes and say a prayer of thanks that I found my soul mate. My life had not begun until the day I met her.
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