My hair is down, and it is a curly mass of black around my face and shoulders. My feet are tucked into bright red, six-inch high heels. I walk to the end of the bed and sink down onto the mattress, turning away from the door to stare out the window, a view of the gorgeous skyline ahead of me, until Pete comes home.
I hear the door open and close, then the heavy bags Pete carries thump onto the ground. I don’t turn around, though. I’m waiting for him to come to me. He doesn’t call my name as his heavy boots stomp through the apartment. The bedroom door opens and, because it is so quiet in the room, I hear him gasp at the sight before him. My back, my big hair, my long legs encased in stockings, and my high heels.
“Libby Baby,” he hisses harshly. I slowly stand before turning to face him. He looks shocked, but he can’t hide the desire in his green eyes as he devours my body—a body that is his, owned completely by him.
“I missed you,” I state softly.
“Fuck,” he hisses. I watch his bright green eyes darken within seconds.
Without another word, Pete is on me in several long strides, scooping me up and into his arms.
Automatically, I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. His lips crash into mine as he pushes my back against the window and his jean clad hips press against my center, the rough denim pressing against my naked, sensitive, pussy.
Pete’s tongue dives deep inside of my mouth and leaves me gasping for air. My fingers find their way into the longest parts of his faux hawk, and I tug at his hair, making him groan and grind his hips even harder against my naked flesh. I moan in response, feeling his cock harden beneath his jeans.
“Pete,” I gasp, breaking away from his mouth. He doesn’t say anything.
His lips move from mine and travel down my neck before his hands wrap around my ass. He pushes me up a few inches higher as his mouth latches onto my breast, over my mesh bra. My back arches so he can tease me more. He sucks and nips at my breasts, my head thumps against the cool window behind me. I gasp when one of his hands moves down my ass and his thumb traces my pussy lips lightly.
“Be my sweet baby now, Libby. Take what I give you,” he breathes against my breast. The hot air from his mouth sends a shiver throughout my entire body.
“Whatever you want to give me, Pete, I’ll gladly take,” I groan as his thumb presses against my clit.
“I want you to suck my cock with these pretty red lips. Then I want to fuck that tight, wet cunt of yours until you can’t take it for another second. I want you screaming for me, Libby Baby. I want you completely at my mercy. I want you to take whatever I give without hesitation. Can you do that for me, sweet baby?”
I nod, unable to verbalize my answer to him. I desire so much to be everything Pete needs and wants in a woman. He’s my everything, and I want to be his as well. I never want him to regret a single day as my husband. I feel like a needy bitch, but I can’t help what I want.
Slowly, Pete walks toward the bed. He lowers me down onto the soft sheets on the edge while he stays standing. His green eyes search mine and I tip my painted red lips in a smile for him. His hands cup my cheeks and he places a soft kiss to my lips.
“You are still the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on,” he whispers. A small tear trickles down my cheek, but he just wipes it away with his thumb.
I ignore the emotions swirling inside of me and lower my body down, my knees planted in the bed, so that my ass is in the air. Pete groans and I quickly unbuckle his jeans, pushing them down his legs. I wrap my hand around his thick cock. I was right; it’s about the length of an ear of corn, but not quite as thick.
Fuck, how the hell does this big ass thing fit inside of me, anyway?
I wrap my lips around the tip of him and swirl my tongue, my eyes sliding up to focus on Pete’s face. He is looking down on me—his jaw clenched. Slowly, I slide my tongue down the underside of his big, thick, cock and back. Then I take as much of him as I can into my mouth.
Pete grunts but doesn’t take his eyes off of me as he wraps his hand around the back of my head, keeping his body still. I slowly suck my way up his length then take him deeper inside of my mouth. I repeat the action one more time before his resolve snaps and his other hand wraps around my cheek. He holds my head still between his hands.
“I’m going to fuck that pretty little mouth, Libby. I’ll do it as slowly as I can, but I can’t handle your slow as shit pace anymore.” His green eyes are so dark, they’re almost black. I nod once, relaxing my jaw and my mouth as he pulls back and then sinks deep inside of my mouth—down my throat.
“Fuck, sweet baby, this mouth is heaven,” he groans, closing his eyes as he slowly starts to do as he promised—fucking my mouth.
Pete thrusts down my throat, almost gagging me, but he stops and just holds himself inside of me. His eyes are closed and his jaw is clenched tight. I slowly slide my hand up the inside of his strong thigh and caress his balls before I hear him grunt and then take a step away from me.
“Did I do something wrong?” I ask innocently.
“I almost came down your throat. I have plans for that cum,” he murmurs, wrapping his hands around my waist tightly, roughly pulling me up and into his chest.
“Oh, yeah? What’s that?” I ask breathlessly.
“I’m going to fill that tight little cunt with so much cum, it’s going to be overflowing, Libby. That’s what,” he growls, picking me up and throwing me onto the bed. I bounce once, but not before he’s divested himself completely of his clothes and lands on top of me. His eyes focus on mine and his hands play with my hair at the temple of my head.
“Don’t think we aren’t having a talk tonight, because we most definitely are, babe.”
“I know,” I say, chewing on my bottom lip and staring deep into his green eyes.
Pete’s knees spread my thighs apart. Before I can even prepare, he slowly slides inside of me, his hands never moving from caging my face, and his chest pressed against mine. His weight on top of me feels delicious, but more than that—it feels safe.
“Missed my, sweet baby,” he murmurs as he slowly fucks me. He moves so damn slow, I want to scream; but I can’t because it feels so damn good.
“Missed you, too, Pete,” I moan.
“Missed this cunt. Missed these perfect tits. Missed these lips of yours, too,” he rasps as I spread my legs wider. His body sinks even deeper inside of me.
Pete doesn’t speed up. He spends minutes or hours, I can’t tell, seducing me with his body, slowly into oblivion. I’m not even sure how much time has lapsed before I’m a sweaty mess beneath him, begging him to fuck me hard, to make me come.
“You want to come, Libby?” he asks as sweat drips from his body to mine. Pete’s muscles are flexed, showing off his powerful arms, his abs curling with each painfully slow thrust as his cock drags across my clit every single time he slides in and out of me.
“Please, Pete, please,” I cry.
“Can you take it for another minute?” he asks, tilting his head to the side.
“Fuck no. I can’t take it for another second, please…” I don’t finish my thought as Pete chooses that moment to roughly slam deep inside of me.
He starts to piston in and out, so hard that my breasts bounce with each dip of his hips. My body moves several inches with each thrust, and before long, I’m screaming with the most intense orgasm of my life.
Seconds after I come, Pete’s cock is pulsing inside of me, doing what he promised—filling me with his cum. I’ve never been so fucking happy in my whole life.
“My sweet baby,” he whispers, kissing my sweat soaked neck before he lightly brushes my lips with his.
“I’m sorry I got in a fight with that bitch,” I murmur, wrapping my arms around him.
“If this is how you greet me after every bitch fight you get in, fuck, baby; you can fight every skank that comes my way.” He chuckles against my chest as his head dips down, his tongue licking the sweat collecting in my cleava
ge.
“You’re horrible.” I smile and he nips the top of my breast before sliding out of my body. “You were crazy when you got in that fist fight yourself, practically pounded me into that damn bathroom door,” I point out. Pete just grins.
“You loved it,” he shrugs. I roll my eyes.
“Let’s get cleaned up. Wash our worries away.”
I stand on my shaky heels and strip out of all my lingerie. Pete watches from the end of the bed, his eyes devouring every move I make as I slowly roll the silk down my legs and peel the stockings off of my feet.
I look up at my husband, once I am completely naked, and wait for his next move. It isn’t what I expect. Pete strolls up and stops just short of me. His hand raises from his side. With his index finger, he traces around the flesh of my breast, his eyes focused on the path of his finger.
“You are so beautiful, Libby. I never once thought you weren’t. No matter what you did to change your body, you have always been the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. I was a prick for so goddamned long,” he admits softly, his finger sliding from my breast and slowly up the column of my neck. He then tangles his fingers in my curly hair. With a tug, my neck arches and my eyes fly up to meet his downcast green orbs.
“I love you, Libby. So fucking much, and I don’t deserve an ounce of your beauty in my bed or in my life. Swear to Christ, sweet baby, I’ll never betray you again. No other woman has or ever will compare to you. All of me is yours, from now until you wake up and realize you can do better than my stupid ass.
“I know I say that your cunt is mine and all that shit, but honestly, one hundred percent, you own me, baby. Nothing could make me love you less than I do right now. You’ve always been it for me. Took me a fuckin’ minute to wake up, but I’m here, Libby. I’m awake and I’m fucking here, sweet baby.”
Words escape me, so all I do is hold his gaze and nod stiffly. I try not to cry, but a tear escapes, a-fuckin-gain. Damnit, I am so freaking tired of crying, it’s ridiculous. Without another word, Pete picks me up, sliding his arm beneath my knees and wrapping his other around my back as he carries me to the bathroom. We take a long hot shower and wash each other. It is the most intimate thing we have ever done and I feel so much closer to him.
This is where I was meant to be, and I can feel that deep down in my soul.
“What did she say to you to set you off?” Pete asks later that night, when we are curled around each other in bed.
“She wanted you, your money, and your fat cock,” I deadpan, trying to keep my anger at bay.
“Wouldn’t matter if you left me tomorrow baby, that bitch wouldn’t get a dime of my money, my cock, or me. Not after that shit and the shit she pulled with me earlier,” he growls. I lean up on his chest.
“What did she want from you earlier?”
“She was high as a kite. Talking crazy shit about how she couldn’t live without me and she was going to try and kill herself so I would love her. She said if you could make me fall in love with you, then so could she. Delusional.”
“Is she?” I question out loud.
“Fuck yeah, she is. One of the many differences between you two is the fact that I have always cared about and loved you, and I have never felt that way about her. Wouldn’t matter what she did, I couldn’t love her because you stole my heart at that stupid ass frat party years ago.”
I grin manically and lean down, giving him a hard kiss on his lips. I then settle into his chest to fall asleep.
“You bitches are all crazy,” Pete mumbles. I lightly swat his chest.
“Fuck yeah we are, you better sleep with one eye open and one hand covering your cock,” I chuckle and Pete throws back his head guffawing.
“Fuckin’ insane. Love you, Libby Baby.”
“Love you too Peter.”
PUBLICITY SHIT. I HATE IT. I need to do it, though. That fist fight with the catcher for the Red Sox fucked me over, and Libby’s little incident hasn’t fared much better. Although, Jolene sent me a link for a group on Facebook that are fully supporting Libby “fucking up that home-wrecking whore.” It makes me laugh.
Women can be scary as shit; then a group of them form, and it’s downright terrifying. I shudder just thinking about it.
This publicity deal isn’t so bad, today. We’re hanging out with some Wounded Warriors, and it’s pretty fucking amazing to hear their stories. I couldn’t have any more respect for a veteran than I do, and somebody who has been wounded in the line of fire to protect me? No words can describe how humbled I am by their service.
I know I’m supposed to be doing this shit for pictures and news, but I wish all of the cameras would just go away so I could really relax and hang out with all these cool as shit guys.
“You ever get tired of all the camera’s following you around?” a Marine vet named Josh asks me.
“Yeah, some days I do. Mostly, I figure it’s what comes with the territory. At first, it’s exhilarating, but it wears you down after a while,” I admit.
“I know exactly how you feel. The rush I felt as Marine in the beginning, nothing could compare. Once I had been in the desert a few weeks, all that excitement—well, it died pretty fucking fast,” he says, staring off into space. It makes me feel like complete shit. Here I am, complaining about some assholes taking a few pictures of me walking down the street, and this hero, he’s been through more than I could ever imagine.
I spend the rest of my time talking with Josh. He’s a pretty cool dude. We end up sharing stories of our ink. He’s about as tatted up as I am, and that’s just one of the things we have in common. It’s nice to share a conversation with somebody new. I don’t get a chance to meet true, genuine, real people much anymore, and this guy seems like a good one. I even tell him about this new piece I’ve been wanting to get on my chest, and he seems interested in it. We make plans for that weekend to meet with his tattoo guy. He’s has some fuckin’ great work done, and his artist knows what’s going on. Josh, apparently, has some cover-up work he wants to get done, and makes an appointment for us both. It’s relaxed, chill, laid back, and perfect.
“So, I’ll see you Friday night, then?” he asks.
“Yeah, man. I got the address saved here in my phone and I’ll see you then. Maybe we can grab a beer after?”
Josh nods enthusiastically and I shake his hand and clap his back in a hug. This guy is a damn hero. Least I can do is buy him a fuckin’ beer.
“Where are ya goin’ now?” Jarrod asks as I slide my glasses on my nose. We’re all decked out in our uniforms for photo ops.
“Home,” I say.
“You and Libby good? After that fight and all?” he asks. This guy. Love him, but he is seriously a damn woman.
“Yeah, Jarrod, we’re great, man. Fucked her to exhaustion and then passed myself,” I admit with a smile. I just want him to let it go at this point. I like that he cares about us but I feel like he’s too worried about our shit.
“Sounds like shit’s solid, then,” he grumbles.
“Yeah, it is,” I admit, sliding inside of my car before I drive home to my Libby.
I don’t know what she has going on today. I never thought to ask. I hope, whatever it is, she can cancel that shit. My cock is aching to be deep inside of her again. Fuck, I’m addicted to her pussy like a fat kid is addicted to cupcakes. I can practically taste her sweet cunt.
The apartment is quiet, except for music coming from somewhere in our bedroom. Our bedroom. I couldn’t have been more surprised than I was this morning when I went to get dressed and opened my closet to find my clothes rearranged and Libby’s mixed in. I couldn’t believe that she had done that. She moved herself into what used to be just my bedroom, and I love it. I can’t deny that I am falling deeper in love with the little firecracker every single day that passes.
I follow the dark sexy music until I find the source. Her iPhone is on the sink and Libby is lying in the bath. Bubbles surround her floating tits so that I can only see the top swell
s of her sexy-as-shit breasts. Her hair is in a messy bun on top of her head, and her eyes are closed. She looks like a fucking angel soaking in the warm water.
I have to fucking have her. Right this goddamned minute.
I step into the tub—cleats, uniform pants, and shirt now soaking wet—and Libby sits up with a start, her eyes wide and looking like a deer caught in headlights. Fuck, she makes me so damn hard. My eyes roam down to her full tits and I lick my lips, watching the water and bubbles slowly slide off of them.
“Pete,” she gasps. I don’t let her say another word.
I take her lips with mine in a bruising kiss as I quickly unzip my pants and push them down my hips, just enough to get my cock out. I pick her up by her tiny-as-shit waist and set her on the edge of the tub. Water splashes everywhere, but I don’t give a single fuck. Without a word, I grab my cock, and watch as I slowly slide it inside of her. I wrap one hand around her thigh widening her legs for me, and the other I fist in the nape of her hair. Gritting my teeth, I sink completely inside of her tight cunt. Fuck, she feels good, too.
Libby’s tits press against my wet shirt and I can feel her hard nipples through the thick material. They could cut fucking glass. I press my fingers into her flesh, knowing that they’ll leave beautiful little marks later. I’ll kiss them later, but for now, I’m home. Deep inside of my Libby.
“Pete,” she gasps when I pull almost completely out of her and then slam back inside with a moan.
“Quiet,” I growl like an animal.
Those blue eyes stare back at me, wide and seemingly innocent. Fuck me. My wife is so gorgeous. I pull out and slowly push back inside of her, over and over again. Taking her hard every so often, enjoying the little gasps she makes when I do.
I feel her pussy fluttering around my cock, and I know she’s getting close. Her moans are becoming louder, and when I slide my hand over and circle her clit with my thumb, she ignites almost seconds later. Libby’s pussy clamps down, forcing my orgasm almost immediately. I wrap my hands around her waist and stay deep inside of her while I come, filling her completely.
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