by Eva Luxe
“He is promising,” Frank says, sounding impressed. “I mean, rookie of the year, already averaging nineteen to twenty points a game – that’s impressive!”
“It sure is, Frank—”
“You still watching that garbage?” I hear Tommy say from behind me. I turn around to see him saunter in with that smile that just makes me melt, and throw my arms up toward him. He leans in and kisses me and I pull him close, inhaling deeply, his smell seeping deep inside me, reminding me of just how much I love him.
“I like hearing people talk about my husband!”
My husband.
The word is still growing on me, and I love saying it.
Tommy proposed to me his senior year, just before graduation, and we were married that summer. It was absolutely gorgeous, at this amazing church and estate in Southern Connecticut that must have cost a fortune, but it was a complete dream.
Shannon was my maid of honor, and Joey was Tommy’s best man. My mom couldn’t believe it.
“My daughter and a basketball star,” she mused as she stood beside me while I had my hair and makeup done. “I never would have guessed it.”
“Neither would I!” I laughed.
And when I think back to that first day at UCONN, my first day on the floor, realizing we had coed bathrooms and then running into Tommy in the shower, I can’t help myself from laughing. What a journey!
“How was practice?” I ask Tommy, smelling the sweat on his body. He doesn’t shower until he gets home now. I told him not to. I love smelling him. He’s just such a man and it turns me on, and ever since he got me pregnant, my hormones have been rampaging through me like a wild army of naked women, and I’m the horniest I’ve ever been.
“Fine,” he says as he kisses me. “Kicked some ass.”
“As always,” I say with a smile.
“As always.”
Tommy’s hand slips under my shirt and caresses my belly. I’m eight months now and Tommy finds me sexier than ever. He slides his hand up and cups my breasts, which have grown almost two cup sizes and drive him wild.
“Your tits are amazing,” he whispers to me, lifting my shirt easily to expose them to him. I smile as he leans down and kisses my nipples, sucking them both gently before bringing his lips to my neck.
“Mmmm, you’re amazing,” I tell him, pulling his shirt off over his head. His body never ceases to blow my mind and get my juices flowing. And after practice, when he’s been working hard, everything is just tight and taut and I can’t resist running my fingertips over his physique.
He kisses up my neck to my earlobe and presses his body against mine. I can feel his cock growing against me as he moves his hips against mine. I reach down his stomach, caressing his abs before slipping my hand under his shorts and taking hold of his dick.
It grows quickly in my hand as I start to stroke him and he growls into my ear, grabbing my breasts with both hands as he kisses me deeply. My other hand slides under his shorts and cups his balls, which I know drives him wild. These last few years have taught us both what we love, and there’s nothing I enjoy more than pleasing my man.
I’m wearing a loose pair of yoga pants and Tommy grabs the hem and pulls them quickly down to my knees and grabs my ass with his strong grip. Using his other hand, he pulls his shorts down and kicks them aside. One hand on my ass and the other behind my head, pulling my lips to his, Tommy slides his cock between my legs and starts gently thrusting, fucking my thighs, teasing my pussy with every stroke.
“Mmmm, tease,” I whisper to him, taking his lower lip between my teeth. His lips smile against mine as he keeps it up. I’m already wet and with each stroke his cock gets wetter, ready to slide inside me, and I’m practically begging for it.
“You want it?” He asks me softly.
“You know I do.”
“Tell me.”
“I want it,” I say, grabbing his cock and pulling it toward my pussy. “I want you inside me, Tommy.”
“Mmmm,” he groans. He loves it when I’m vocal with him. It turns him on. He uses his hand to pull my pants all the way off, and lifts my leg up and slides the tip of his cock into me.
“Fuck,” I gasp as I feel him parting me open. It’s just the tip though. This angle is difficult, so Tommy shifts, and gets in front of me, and with both strong hands, lifts my legs back and spreads them open. I look down as he slides his cock inside me.
No matter how many times we have sex, I’ll never get used to his size. There’s still that sweet tinge of pain as he enters me that reminds me of just how big he is, and it always takes my breath away. I gasp and grip his waist with both hands, watching as he starts fucking me.
“Fuck, that looks so good,” I say.
“Yeah,” Tommy says, watching with me. He buries his dick in me and I flinch, but before I can fully react, he pulls my face to his and kisses me deeply.
“You’re so fucking sexy, baby,” he tells me. “I fucking love how hot you are when you’re pregnant.”
“Well, you’ll just have to knock me up again,” I tell him.
“Oh, Hell yeah,” he says, picking up the pace. His cock slides in and out of me as he starts to fuck me harder. He looks down at me and slides his thumb into my mouth. I suck eagerly, so when he pulls it out from between my lips, it’s dripping with my saliva, nice and wet, because I know where it’s going.
He presses his thumb against my clit, just gently enough to get me going. My back arches and I gasp as the sensation hits me. He knows just how to push all my buttons at this point. People say it can get boring or stale having the same sexual partner for a long time, but to me it’s the total opposite.
I’ve never wanted another man and I never will. Tommy was my first and my last and we’ve grown together as a couple and it comes out through our lovemaking. I feel completely open with him. He knows my body and I know his. All the little things that make us tick are embedded in each other’s minds and I’ll never grow tired of his hands on me.
His thumb presses down harder as he slides deep inside me with long deliberate strokes. I gasp, like I always do when he goes this far inside me. And the look on his face drives me wild.
I can feel myself ready to cum, and Tommy knows me well enough by now to see it without me telling him. He groans and drives me wild as he continues thrusting. He’s so hard. It always turns me on to feel it, and the fact that he loves my body pregnant like he loved it before makes me even hotter for him, and my orgasm rolls over me like a hot wave of ecstasy.
My pussy clenches down on his cock and I know he feels it because he lets out a moan and slides his cock in and out of me in perfect rhythm with my orgasm. It’s perfection. His finger slows on my clit, knowing I’m getting sensitive, and both of his hands move to my breasts.
He’s my husband, I think as I start to come back down to Earth. I don’t know why, but that thought keeps leaping into my mind when we have sex these days. It was there when we first married, and now it’s there again, and I think that’s the best part of having sex with Tommy.
All the orgasms are incredible, but I could have those myself, on my own time. His body is gorgeous, his face, his hands and everything he does to me. But the fact that he is my husband is what turns me on the most.
He is mine, and that thought is cemented into my mind with every stroke from his cock, every kiss from his lips and every moan, groan and grunt into my ear. I bend my head forward and bring my lips to his chest, kissing his muscles and taking his smell into my nostrils.
This is what Heaven must be like.
I lick his skin, tasting his sweat against my tongue. It’s so primal when we’re together. I’d be happy just living in a cave with Tommy like the world’s first humans, making love by the fire, gazing outside at the stars. All the luxuries we enjoy are just icing on the cake, but I don’t need them.
All I need is him.
Tommy takes my hips and rolls me onto my side, then slips down behind me so we’re laying together. He wraps an arm
around me and caresses my breasts as I turn to him and kiss him. But it’s not really a kiss. Our open mouths press against each other as we focus on the sensations coursing through our bodies. I can feel his breath against mine. Our tongues touch and I kiss his lower lip gently, slipping my hand around the back of his head.
I grind back against him, eagerly accepting his cock inside me, urging him to go faster. He understands immediately, and grabs my ass, spreading me open as he picks up the pace. I feel completely under his control, but also know that being inside me is driving him wild.
His cock starts throbbing inside me, reaching that point he gets to when he’s about to cum, when it feels as though he couldn’t possibly get any harder.
“You’re close, baby,” I whisper to him. He groans in response.
“So close,” I he says.
“Make it last,” I tease him, twisting my hips into him. As he tries to go deep inside me, I pull back slightly, letting him get only so far. Only the tip of his cock is inside me, barely in my pussy, and he pulls me closer, wanting more.
But I brace my hand against his lower stomach, flexing my pussy against him, giving him just enough to keep him from exploding.
“Ooooh, you drive me fucking crazy,” he growls into my ear. A smile forms on my lips. It’s exactly what I like to hear. Unable to control himself, Tommy tries to get his entire cock back inside me, but I keep teasing him, only taking the tip. He must be on fire, completely ready to explode, and I know when he does, it’s going to be incredible.
“You are such a tease,” he says before plunging his tongue into my mouth. He wants more. I lift my leg and slide my hand down and feel his shaft, hard and thick, and trace a line around it and my pussy before running my fingers down and cupping his balls. He gasps and clenches his hand hard on my breast.
I squeeze with my hand, just tight enough and feel him lose control.
“Fuck, baby. I’m gonna cum!”
Tommy takes over, snatches my hips with both hands and pulls me to him and buries his cock inside me.
“Oh, fuck!” I scream into the pillow as the sensation of being utterly filled takes over. Then his cock flexes and his cum shoots inside me, warm and strong, filling me up like so many times before.
“Ah, you’re so – sexy,” he grunts as he pumps me full of his sweet seed. It’s a lot, and I feel it starting to drip out of me as he fucks me through his orgasm. His hips buck and his hands tighten around my hips like vices. I grit my teeth and take it, accepting all of him, in love with every second my husband orgasms inside me.
“Ah, God,” he finally groans as he slumps against me, his head lolling against the pillow behind mine. I twist my torso and kiss him, wiping the sweat from his forehead, feeling his cock twitch slightly inside me.
I can feel his chest against my back, slick with a slight layer of sweat, and his heartbeat pounding strong but slow. The heart of a world class athlete, but more importantly, the heart of a man that loves me and takes care of me.
As my eyes close and Tommy’s arm slips around my waist, caressing my belly that carries his child, I feel my mind slip back to that day when we first met, and how seeing him standing there, naked in the bathroom, turned my entire world upside down.
I can remember Shannon warning me away from him and my outrage at being partnered up with him for our sociology project, and just how angry I was when he didn’t show up for class. The ups and downs as I wrestled with my emotions and Tommy tried to prove himself to me.
My heart still pains me when I think about him going down in the game against New Hampshire, Roy Myers kicking him in the ankle, trying to ruin his career and how I felt as I raced down the stands to be by his side. His face was twisted in pain and I just know how scared he was and how badly I wanted to fix everything for him.
I feel Tommy’s breath slow beside me and he finally slides out of me. He pulls a blanket over us and I know he’s drifting off to sleep. He’s had practice today and he came home and had sex with me. He must be tired.
Who would have thought we’d end up together? Tommy Mason, a jock, a basketball stud, and a shy, quiet virgin like me? Who would have thought it could work, not even for a month, but for a lifetime? That’s how long we’re going to be together.
I start to slip into sleep and know I’ll be dreaming about our future, our children, the things we’ll do together and the time we will spend with one another and all the amazing things we will share as we go through life at each other’s sides.
Could my life be any more perfect?
The End
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Copyright © 2018 by Cameron Collins; All Rights Reserved
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Chapter 1 – Jenny
“Hey, baby. Why don’t you bring that sweet ass over here and gimmie a dance!” A rough male voice shouts at me as I shoulder my way through the packed club of Max’s Showroom. Max’s Showroom, the one and only strip club in Red Bridge Falls, New Hampshire, right off the highway, surrounded by motels and restaurants that should probably have been condemned and closed years ago.
“Can I get a shot, Bruce?” I shout to Bruce the bartender, a handsome guy with spikey black hair who looks younger than he is.
“What’ll it be?” he asks, eyebrows raised, clearly aware of my mood tonight.
“Whatever,” I sigh. “Just make it strong.”
“Sure thing, Rose.”
My real name is Jenny Summers, but here I’m known as Rose. All the girls have stage names. Bree, the hostess, is Natalia and puts on a fake Russian accent when new guys come in. Sarah goes by Violet and likes to wear purple stockings, heels and thongs that she should probably wash more than once a week, and Jessica likes to be called Caramel and likes to use spray tan on top of her already unhealthy twice a week visits to the tanning salon.
“Look at this place would you!?” Kristen, aka Chastity, says excitedly as she slides up beside me. “It’s hoppin’!”
Kristen is my best friend and the reason I got into this business to begin with. But our attitudes on dancing couldn’t be any more different. For me, the club is a way to make a buck. I’m the laziest stripper in the world. Ninety percent of the time I don’t even take my top off. I wear a crop top t-shirt (my favorite being the one that says “I’m so good, I moan my own name in bed”), a thong and some heels, and spend most nights in the champagne room bringing bottles to my regulars and basically acting like their therapist.
Kristen on the other hand loves the job and works hard for her bucks: giving lap dances, working the pole whether it’s the small stage or the feature stage, and works more nights a week than I do. She doesn’t have an established client list of regulars who come back to see her, so she has to spend more time really hustling. I could never do what she does. I can barely bring myself to come in here the two nights of the week that I do now.
The life of the stripper is not as fun and glamorous as guys would like to think. The things that go on in the locker room would leave most girls speechless and most men sneering and looking for a bucket to puke in. Aside from the panty checks during “shark week,” the running and hiding from the girls who haven’t bathed in the last week, there’s the mental breakdowns from the new girls and mothering that I inevitably end up roped into when one of them starts crying about her life.
“What am I doing here?” I ask rhetorically as Bruce hands me a shot of what looks like Tequila.
“Oh, don’t be a Debbie Downer,” Kristen says, planting a kiss on my cheek. “It’s going to be a good night!”
Kristen’s wearing a school girl outfit tonight. Most of the girls are pretty traditional with their clothes. I’m the only one who could be considered alternative. I prefer black, rock and roll, and a bit more edge. The thought of wearing lingerie for strangers makes my stomach twirl. I guess you could say I’m not exactly the ideal stripper fantasy. But the fact is, I make way more money than the majority of them, s
o I must be doing something right. And that is the answer to my own question. What am I doing here tonight?
The truth is, I’m here for the same reason we all are here tonight: money.
Lots of money. I’m a single mom with a deadbeat ex who doesn’t pay child support, and two kids to support. My oldest, Ella, is fifteen and can pretty much handle herself, but there’s still plenty of bills and a college fund to keep pouring money into. My youngest, Josh, is only seven and is autistic. He requires a lot of attention, and this is the only job that lets me spend most days with him and still bring in enough money to support the family.
Colin, my ex husband and the father of both of my children, hasn’t paid a single child support payment since I divorced him five years ago. I got pregnant with Ella at eighteen, and we got married right after. I thought I was in love. I thought he was the one for me, but he turned into my biggest nightmare. Looking back on things now, as an adult, I can see the warning signs. But when you’re young, what do you really know about relationships? What do you really know about love?
After Ella was born, Colin started to drink heavily and was out almost every night of the week. None of his friends had kids, and I think he was just trying to pretend he was still young and free of responsibilities, which left me to care for Ella on my own. When I’d try to talk to him about it, he’d get mad and start yelling. Soon the yelling turned to shoving, the shoving turned to slapping, and before I knew it, I was just another girl stuck in an abusive relationship.
It wasn’t until Josh was born that I had the courage to get out. I filed for divorce, got a restraining order against him and got him out of my life. I never received a dime of support from him, and I raised my children on my own. It’s been hard, but I love my children more than anything in the world, and I will do whatever it takes to take care of them.
My phone buzzes, and I see it’s a text from Roger, one of my regulars.