by Marilyn Lee
He squeezed her hand. “I promise we'll talk first.” He buttoned his pajama top over her breasts, picked up his bottoms, and led her to the bedroom.
She paused at the door. “I left something in my shoulder bag in the living room I want to get. You go in and I'll be there in a second.”
“Don't be long.”
“I won't.”
He propped the pillows against the headboard and was sitting up with his bottoms on when she walked into the room with her shoulder bag. She slipped into the bed beside him, placing her bag on the nightstand.
His top barely covered her ass and pussy. He placed a hand on one of her thighs. “Does your presence here mean you're ... what does your presence here mean?”
She sighed. “I love and want you so much, my desire for you weakens my resolve.”
“Why is that such a bad thing?”
“Because even though I love you, my needs haven't changed, Clay.” She turned to look at him. “I know you love me and I believe you when you say you didn't sleep with Cami, but I need to know you want and love me enough to marry me even though it's not something you believe in or want.”
“And if that's not something I can do?”
She closed her eyes briefly and took a deep breath. “Then I have to move on.”
“Move on? What does that mean?”
“It means end our relationship. That would tear out my heart, but I'll do it, Clay, if I have to.”
So it was time to decide how much she meant to him. Either he compromised his principles or he'd lose the only woman he'd ever loved. “I've never had to compromise or change anything to get a woman I wanted, Darbi and --”
She pressed her fingers against his lips. “Before you say anything else, I have something I need to give you.”
He nodded.
She reached into her shoulder bag and withdrew a small jeweler's box. “I was going to give this to you the night ... you went over her -- Cami's place.”
“What is it?”
She opened the box, revealing what looked like an eighteen-karat gold diamond ring, which must have cost several grand. “It's a ring.”
“So I see.” He stared at the diamond in the middle of the gold band. Hell, if he didn't know better, he'd almost think it was ...
She lifted the ring from the box, tossed the box aside, and took his left hand in hers. She hesitated and then slid the ring over the third finger.
It fit perfectly.
He stared down at the ring glimmering on his finger before he looked up at her.
She watched him with wide eyes. “So? Do you like it?”
“It's very nice and it fits, but it looks like it might be an engage --”
“Not might. It is ... an engagement ring.”
“It is?”
She nodded. “So?”
He stared at her. “So what?”
“So ... will you marry me?”
“Marry you? I ...” He saw fear and a hint of tears in her gaze. The certainty that she expected him to hurt and or disappoint her saddened him.
Either he married her or he lost her. He’d grown accustomed to making multi-million dollar decisions with very little second guessing. None of those decisions had been as important as the one he needed to make now. Yet this one was far easier.
He smiled. “Yes. Yes, I will.”
She gasped, pressing a hand against her breasts. “What? Did you say yes?”
He nodded. “Yes, I did. Yes, I will marry you.”
She moved her hand from her breasts and pressed it against her lips, then she tossed her arms around his neck, and sobbed.
He held her, whispering softly to her until she gulped, sniffed, and pulled away from him.
He wiped her cheeks and kissed her lips.
“You mean it? You'll marry me?”
“Darbi, how many ways do you want me to say yes before you believe me? Yes, I will marry you.”
“But ... you don't believe marriage is necessary to be happy or express a commitment.”
He shrugged. “You do believe it and I've had more than enough time away from you these last two weeks to last me a lifetime. I love you. If you need us to be married, then that's what I want too.”
She pressed her trembling lips together. “I can't believe it's this easy, Clay. You were so set against marriage.”
He nodded. “That was before I realized you might want me, but you were prepared to go on without me. Even if I were prepared to live without you, which I'm not, I'm not prepared to live apart from our child. I want it all, Darbi ... more success in business, you in my life, and a healthy kid or two with you ... maybe three or four.”
“Hey. Two will be just fine.”
He grinned and slipped his arm around her waist. He pulled her down onto the bed and slipped between her legs, grinding his cock against her. “Think how much fun we'll have making an entire brood ... no condoms ... just your sweet pussy and my bare cock ... fucking and making babies year after year.”
She wrapped one leg over the back of his thigh. “In your dreams, buddy! We've having two babies tops, then that bad boy is going to have to start wearing a raincoat again.”
“Don't count on it.” He grabbed his cock, aimed it at her pussy, and thrust into her with one hard lunge. “You're mine and I'm an old-fashioned guy who intends to keep you barefoot and very pregnant.”
She wrapped her arms around him. “Oh, I love your cock. I love it! I want to ride it and you.”
He rolled them over so that he lay on his back with her sitting on top of him. She placed her hands against his chest, bent her legs on either side of his body, and lifted her hips until only the head of his cock remained inside her body.
She looked down. “I love the sight of your dark length piercing my cunt.”
He gripped her hips again and held her still. “Is that what this is all about?”
She blinked at him. “What?”
“Is it because my cock looks dark? It won't be this color in the winter time.”
“Are you nuts, Clay? The color of your cock and your face haven't mattered for a long time. I'd love you if you were orange. Okay?”
“You're sure?”
“I'm very sure. Now you want to get back to the pleasurable business at hand?”
He released her hips. “Hell, yeah.”
Smiling, she slammed her hips down, gasping and shuddering with pleasure as his cock shot up into her as deep as it could go.
“Oh, shit, honey!” He closed his hands around her hips.
“No!” She pushed his hands away. “I want to be in control.” She slid down onto him and slowly ground herself against him.
He closed his eyes, his lips parting.
As they fucked hard and fast, she decided that barefoot and pregnant might not be such a bad thing. At least not as long as she got to ride his big, bare cock year after wonderful year.
She lay against his body and sucked his nipples as she fucked him with a greedy enjoyment until he groaned, grabbed her ass, and rutted ruthlessly into her as he blasted his seed into her.
She opened her eyes and smiled down at him. “That was good. I love having a pussy full of your cum.” She nibbled at his lips. “I just might let you keep me barefoot and pregnant after all.”
He wrapped his arms around her. “Oh, baby, I love you so much.”
“That's the way I planned it, honey.”
“I can believe it. Once you set your sights on me, I really didn’t have a chance of resisting you for very long.”
“That’s the way things should be between us.” She kissed him. “So. When will you marry me?”
“Why wait? Let's get married tomorrow.”
She laughed and eased off his cock, loving the feel of their combined fluids seeping out of her body onto his pubic hair. “Oh, no. I want to parade you around for a few weeks with my ring on your hand so everyone will know you are so taken by me.”
He slapped her ass. “Whatever you want is fine
with me, as long as everyone knows we belong to each other.”
“We're always going to belong together.”
“Damn straight.”
“Damn straight is right.”
“Let’s talk about a biggie. When are you going to spring me on your mom?”
“Very soon.”
“Is she going to be happy?”
“Are you nuts? What’s not to like about you? You’re handsome, successful, and nuts about me. She’ll love you.”
“Am I going to have to keep a permanent tan?”
“No! She knows how I feel about you and she knows you’re white. She just wants me to be happy. You make me happy. She’ll love you. End of story.” She rolled off him and lay on her side.
He slipped behind her, curling his body against hers.
“Hmmm. I've missed going to sleep like this with you. I love you, honey.”
“I know you do.”
She smiled. “Arrogant bastard.”
“That's me. Your arrogant bastard.”
“You'd better believe you're mine,” she told him and fell asleep.
Clay eased out of bed and left the bedroom. In the living room, he sat staring at the ring on his finger, grinning. He was an engaged man, soon to be a married one. Why the hell had he ever thought being married would be such a bad thing? He was not his father. Perhaps his parents’ marriage hadn't lasted because they weren't in love. Both his parents had married to satisfy their parents. He was going to marry Darbi because he loved her and wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.
He called Betty to tell her he and Darbi was getting married. After she finished sobbing softly with happy tears, he hung up and called his mother and then his father.
“We’re all three getting married? Damn, hell has frozen over. I’m very happy for you, Clayton.”
Clayton instead of boy. Damn. Hell had frozen over. “Thanks, Dad.”
“You make arrangements to bring your woman to meet us, Clayton, and Velva and I will make her very welcome.”
“Thanks, Dad.”
He returned to the bedroom and slipped into bed. He cuddled behind Darbi, stroking his hand over the belly swelling with his baby. Soon, he'd be a husband and a father. His emotional future, which had looked so bleak when Sharde met him at the airport with her bad news, shone bright and full of potential, and happiness.
Although he wasn't particularly religious, he offered up a silent prayer of thanksgiving to the generous God who had allowed the mix up that had resulted in he and Darbi being booked into the same hotel room.
An excerpt from Loving Large—Yours, Only And Always
By Marilyn Lee
His cock, long and thick with a big head sprung out, revealing a slight upward tilt that would make hitting her G-spot that much easier.
His balls were big and looked heavy. Her pussy flooded and she couldn’t look away.
He turned, exposing his tight, firm ass. Thank God it bore no marks. He turned back to face her.
She forced her gaze away from his cock. “Just the thought of her has you erect—gloriously so.”
“You know, Autumn, I’m sick of your shit! I think you know damn well I didn’t sleep with her skinny ass.”
“If you find her so unattractive, why were you with her?”
“Because I was horny as hell and she was willing while you weren’t.”
“You were horny?”
“As you can see, I still am. So no more games.” He closed the distance between them, put an arm around her waist, and jerked her against him.
Feeling his cock pulsing, she shivered.
He stared down into her eyes. “She doesn’t need to be a problem between us,” he said.
She swallowed and struggled to resist the urge to ground herself against his cock. “Why not?”
He brushed his lips against her forehead. “Because the only nail marks that will ever adorn my ass again will be yours,” he told her.
She sucked in a breath and jerked away from him. “You’re assuming a lot,” she said and turned away.
He caught her hand and swung her back around to face him. “The only thing I’m assuming is that I’m about to fuck you!”
At last. “Seneka!”
“I’m tired of playing games with you.”
“Playing games? I’m not—”
He caressed her cheek. “Be quiet and get your ass against the door!”
“If you think caveman behavior turns me on, you’re—”
“Oh you’re about to be turned on.” He bit her ear. “Now get your big, round, beautiful ass against the door.”
Big, round beautiful ass? Oh yeah. Abandoning all pretense of not wanting to have sex with him, she positioned herself against the door.
He moved to stand in front of her with his hands pressed on the door beside her.
She closed her eyes as he bent his head. “Seneka…?”
Instead of kissing her lips, he touched his mouth to her forehead. “Yes?”
“I’ve never had a one night stand.”
“And you’re not having one now,” he said in a soft voice.
“I’m not?”
He dragged his tongue along the side of her ear. “You can’t think I only want one night with you.”
“You want more?”
He raised his head to smile down at her. “Oh hell yeah.”
She stroked her hand over his ass. “I want to give you more.”
“Then we’re on the same page, honey.”
She closed her eyes and parted her lips.
He rained kisses on her neck until she put her arms around him. He turned his head and pressed a warm, gentle kiss against her mouth.
She leaned into him, longing for more.
He deepened his kiss, sweeping his tongue into her mouth.
Autumn trembled, slipping her arms around him.
They kissed until her nipples hardened and she felt hot all over.
When he dragged his lips from hers, he pushed up her top. For a moment, he struggled with her front fastening bra, then he unclasped it.
Her breasts spilled out.
He cupped his hands over them and bent to tongue her nipples before sucking her right breast into his mouth.
The feel of his mouth and tongue on her nipple sent her senses into overdrive. She moaned, releasing him long enough to cup her hands over his head. “Oh…oh…God…Seneka…yes…yes…” She arched her back.
Trailing a wet path of biting kisses against her skin, he sucked her other breast between his lips.
He kissed, bit, and sucked her breasts with a growing hunger.
Then when she burned for him, he slid his hands down her belly to push her sweat bottoms down.
She gripped his wrists. “I…I don’t have…I’m not wearing any panties.”
“Good. That’s one less item I’ll have to remove.”
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Award winning author Marilyn Lee lives, works, and writes on the East Coast. In addition to thoroughly enjoying writing erotic romances, she enjoys roller-skating, spending time with her large, extended family, and rooting for all her hometown sports teams. Her other interests include collecting Doc Savage pulp novels from the thirties and forties and collecting Marvel comics from the seventies and eighties (particularly Thor and The Avengers). Her favorite TV shows are forensic shows, westerns (Gunsmoke and Have Gun, Will Travel are particular favorites), mysteries (loves the old Charlie Chan mysteries. Her all-time favorite mystery movie is probably Dead, Again), and nearly every vampire movie or television show ever made (Forever Knight and Count Yorga, Vampire are favorites).