by R. R. Banks
Caleb's body is tensing up and his breathing is becoming a little more ragged. I know that he's not going to last much longer. But then, neither am I. The pressure inside of me is building and building in intensity. As he kisses my neck, licking and nibbling on it, I close my eyes and lean my head back against the tile, reveling in the sensation of having his hands and mouth on me.
He starts to drive himself into me in long, slow strokes and I know he's trying to hold off.
“Don't hold back,” I moan. “Lose control, baby.”
He looks me in the eye as he thrusts himself as deep inside of me as he can go. And that's when the dam burst for me. The sensation that tears through me was more intense than anything I'd ever felt before and I felt like I'd had the wind knocked out of me. I'm struggling to catch my breath as my body quivers and jerks, the warm, wet center of me tightening and spasming. I'm awash in sensations so intense, I never believed it was possible.
A moment later, Caleb groans and I can feel his cock pulsing inside of me as he is filling me with his seed. We shudder together, each of us relishing the feeling of climaxing together.
Once we've caught our breath and the trembling in our bodies fades, Caleb sets me down. Pulling me to him in a loving embrace, we stand beneath the spray of the warm water. With the steam billowing around us, I lean my head against his hard, toned chest, feeling – satisfied. Content. Never wanting this feeling to end.
Epilogue
Abby
“What time do you need to be at the station?” I ask, looking up from where I'm sitting on the couch with my book.
Caleb had walked into the room, dressed and ready for work already. Which seems strange to me since I don't think he's working until later that evening.
“I meet with Lt. Daniels at four,” he says. “But wanted to make sure I looked alright for the job. So – what do you think?”
I can't help but stare at my sexy boyfriend in his sheriff's uniform. I always had a thing for a man in uniform, and Caleb was no exception to the rule. In fact, if anyone was born to wear a uniform, it was him. Especially one that hugs his body the way this one does.
“You look more than alright,” I purr, putting my book away.
I stand up and walk over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist. Standing on my tip-toes, I plant a kiss on his lips, feeling the soft skin against my face.
“Though I miss the beard, I have to say.”
“Do you?” he grins. “I just wanted to make a good impression. Clean up a bit. Not look so rough and scraggly.”
“I know, I know,” I say, “But maybe one day you can grow it back? For me? We live near a forest and lumberjacking is a thing. You'll fit in with a beard like that.”
“Anything for you, Abby,” he says.
In one swift movement, he lifts me up into his arms, causing me to squeal in delight, laughing as he spins me around a bit with ease.
“Anything, huh?” I say, giving him bedroom eyes.
“Anything, baby,” he says, kissing me as he carries me off down to our bedroom.
Yes, our bedroom now. It's only been a few days since we made it official, but the idea of Caleb living with me still fills me with so much joy. Not only did he move back to Sheridan Falls and take a job at the local Sheriff's department, we were now an item. A serious item at that. A serious item that's now living together.
And I can't possibly be happier.
Caleb lays me down gently on our bed, smiling down at me. I motioned for him to join me on the bed, but instead, he slowly starts undressing for me.
“No, leave it on,” I purr. “Just take off your pants, but leave the shirt and badge on while we make love. It'll be hot.”
“Dirty, dirty girl,” he says, pulling my feet so I'm now sitting at the edge of the bed.
He hesitates for a moment, but doesn't argue. Caleb slowly unbuckles his belt and slides his pants down, letting them pool at his feet before stepping out of them. I smile as I stare at his cock, long and hard and ready for me.
He steps forward, but before he drops to his knees to eat my pussy -- something he does with delight almost every single time we're together – I pull him toward me, taking his cock in my hand.
“Officer, I'm sure you can overlook my speeding ticket, can't you?” I tease, stroking him with my hand as I stare up at him with wide eyes. “I'll make it worth your while.”
I guide his cock into my mouth, sucking just the tip at first. Caleb groans as I tease him, sucking and licking him, tasting the pre-cum and savoring every delicious inch of his cock.
I take him deeper into my mouth, inch by glorious inch, until he's touching the back of my throat. I try hard not to gag, but it isn't easy with a man as large as him. Using my hand, I make up the difference and stroke him while I move my head up and down on his shaft, glancing upward at my sexy man as I suck his cock.
His head is thrown back at first, but then he looks down at me and that look – the look of a man who's in love with you and desires you more than anyone else in the world – is painted upon his face. And it's a look that is amazingly hot. I cup his balls in my free hand, sucking him harder, teasing him until he cries out.
“Fuck, Abby. I need you to stop or else –”
I don't want to stop, though. I want to keep sucking him until his come fills my mouth.
Caleb, however, has other plans. Pulling my hair nice and firmly, he yanks my head back away from him and then pushes me down on the bed. He pulls my pants down and yanks my body to the edge of the mattress, then drops to his knees in front of me. All without saying a word.
His tongue lashes out at my clit, taunting and teasing me, causing me to squirm on the bed. His tongue splits my lips, sliding upward until he's at my clit once more.
“Please, Caleb,” I say, arching my body upward, yearning to feel his mouth on my pussy.
With a devious grin, he goes to town, sucking and licking me, fucking me with his tongue as well as his fingers. Damn. He is so good with his mouth that I scream out in pleasure. Too good. All those years I went without orgasm, and here I was, already on the verge of coming from him using his mouth alone.
I grab his head, pushing his tongue deeper inside of me, as I writhe on the bed. The orgasm hits me hard and fast, taking me by surprise. I scream out his name over and over again, “Caleb, yes, Caleb... Oh God.”
My entire body is spasming, and I feel like I'm in heaven. Never before has a man brought me such pleasure. I'd been so tightly controlled that I never let myself experience the amazing pleasure of sex. And now, Caleb makes making me get off easy look easy. He can make me come over and over again, several times in a row, all while making it seem like it's nothing.
And this time is no exception. Wave after wave of intense pleasure moves through my body as he eats my pussy. I wrap my legs around his head, locking him in place as I grab onto the bedding around me.
“Caleb, please – make love to me,” I beg.
Caleb stops what he's doing, and for a moment, I assume he's going to climb on top of me. But with a mischievous look in his eye, he pulls me to the end of the bed and flips me around so I'm face down.
With his hand in my hair, he pulls my head back and presses his cock against my opening. Wiggling my ass, I try to take him inside of me, but he gives my hair another pull to show me who's in control here. He guides himself into my pussy, pressing between my lips and sliding inside of me. We both groan as our bodies unite, becoming one. I take him inside of me, writhing in pleasure, grabbing onto the bedding for dear life as he fucks me from behind.
Caleb moves inside of me in a way that drives me crazy from the start. His hips grind into me, going deeper and deeper with each thrust, stretching me open and filling me up until I can't possibly take anymore. His hands hold my ass in place, his nails dig into my flesh as he grips me tight.
I thrust back, taking him deeper and deeper inside of me. He's fucking me in a nice, steady rhythm and it feels amazing. I look back at him over my sho
ulder and give him a devious little grin. I cry out as he buries his cock particularly deep in one long thrust.
I can feel the pressure building up low within me again and I shudder with anticipation of my next orgasm. I can't get enough of them now that I've had one.
His cock is sliding in and out of me, his pace quickening as much as his breathing. I can tell he's getting closer by the sound of his grunts and moans. He grips my hip hard, his fingers digging into my skin as he pounds himself deep inside of me.
I feel my own pulse firing rapidly, my heart thundering like I just ran a marathon. And the pressure is building low within me.
“Yes, Caleb,” I moan.
“You feel so good, Abby,” he says.
His moaning is growing louder and more insistent as he pounds himself into me. I know he's on the brink. Just as I am. I arch my back and press myself backward, tightening up the muscles inside of me so I can grip his cock as he fucks me. The added tightness must agree with him because Caleb moans loud and clear.
I feel my body start to quiver and the pressure – which had been a slow burn – is suddenly a raging inferno. My body is tingling and my heart is stuttering in my chest. I see Caleb throw his head back and moan loudly. I feel his come spurting deep within me, filling me up with his hot seed.
The sensation of his seed shooting deep inside of me pushes me over the edge. I cry out, screaming his name as my own body lets loose. I shudder, tremble and moan as my orgasm tears through me. My breathing is ragged, but the waves of sensation are intense. As we both come together, the pleasure is beyond amazing. It's overwhelming.
Eventually, we catch our breath and stop shaking. We're laying on the bed, our bodies intertwined. I look over at him and smile.
“Good thing you have another uniform, Officer Tirico,” I tease, kissing him on the tip of his nose. “Because this one just got dirty.”
“Mmm, but it was worth it,” he says, pulling me close.
“Yes, yes it was.”
I will never, ever grow tired of climaxing multiple times during a lovemaking session. Only Caleb seems to have the power to do that to me. Thinking back to just a few months ago, I never would have imagined I'd enjoy sex this much.
Especially thinking back to James, where everything was so boring, routine, and by the numbers. James would have never been able to conceive of the midday quickie Caleb and I had just enjoyed. Pity for him.
With Caleb, nothing is ever boring. He likes to take me every which way he can – and everywhere he can. We've done it on the kitchen table, in the living room – hell we've even had a very, very hot time out on our back patio. We've managed to christen the house, breaking in almost every room and every surface in it. And Caleb still always manages to surprise me. He is such a generous and giving lover – always looking to please and satisfy me.
“I love you, Abby,” he says, saying the words I'll never grow tired of hearing him speak.
“I love you too, Caleb.”
And to think – not all that long ago, Caleb swore he wasn't the relationship-type. He said that he'd never settle down with just one woman. But the way he looks at me now – it makes me feel like I'm the only woman he has eyes for.
Good thing too. Because God knows, I'd never stopped loving him, and I doubt I ever will. Sex with Caleb is amazing. But loving him – and allowing myself to be loved by him – as we plan our life and our future together, makes it even more wonderful and amazing.
Every morning I wake up to see him in bed next to me, I thank my lucky stars we both got a second chance to do something right. Something great.
THE END
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A Billionaire’s Baby Romance
By R.R. Banks
An Amazon Top 20 Bestseller
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She gave me her innocence. I gave her a baby.
As a billionaire, I’m used to getting what I want.
And that night I wanted her.
It was only supposed to be a one night stand.
No names, no numbers, only searing passion and lust.
I took her virginity.
Felt her sweet submission.
I knew she was meant to be mine.
To touch. To command.
But she left before I woke the next morning.
It’s been a year and I find out that she has something that belongs to me.
Lorelei, my daughter.
I will do everything in my power to find her.
Make her mine.
And complete our family.
Will I get my family or is one night all I’ll have forever?
Chapter One
Beatrice
“I’m not wearing a thong and bra in public no matter how much fake fur you glue to it.”
“I’ve taken your laundry out of the dryer before. I hold it in good authority that you wear thongs in public all the time.”
I glared at my roommate as she reached for her hot glue gun again and continued adding patches of black faux fur to her own barely-existent panties.
“Under clothing, Nia. I wear thongs under clothing. Oddly enough, the same thing goes for my bras. I’m funny like that with underwear.”
“Oh, come on, Bea. It’s Halloween. Loosen up a little.”
I hated that she called me Bea. It made me feel like I should be wearing shoulder pads and eating cheesecake.
“I am loosened,” I argued. “I agreed to go to your party this year, didn’t I?”
“Only after I held it over your head for the last two years and started my unrelenting campaign of persuasion in June.”
She means nagging.
“The point is, I’m going. I will finally bear witness to the famous Nia Johnson Halloween Extravaganza. But I’m still not wearing a fur-covered thong and calling myself a koala.”
“A sexy koala.”
“Koalas aren’t sexy. They are furry little grey marsupials that eat eucalyptus.”
“So, toss a breath mint in their mouths and they’ll smell like your linen spray. It doesn’t matter. They’re adorable, and on Halloween anything that is adorable can be turned into something sexy. That’s just how it works.”
“Not with me. I haven’t dressed up for Halloween in years and the last time that I did I was wondering which costume would get me the most candy from my neighbors.”
“Well, now you get to decide what costume is going to get you the most treats from the sexy men that are coming to my party,” Nia said with a mischievous smile.
“Sexy?” I asked. “Does that mean that they are dressing up like koalas, too?”
She shot me a glare that rivaled my own.
“No,” she said. “These are some of the very powerful, very handsome, and very eligible men who frequent the hotel.”
In this instance I could only assume “eligible” was Nia’s codeword for wealthy. The hotel where she worked specifically catered to those with discerning tastes. That only worked to make me further question why any of them would want to come to the bawdy, decidedly unsophisticated Halloween bash my roommate was known for and where I knew she was hoping to rope one of them in. I wasn’t nearly as enthusiastic as she was. The truth was that I rarely went out of the house, wore clothing that actually covered most of my skin, and used thongs only for the purpose for which they were designed – allowing me to wear close-fitting pants and skirts at work without falling victim to the ultimate shame of the visible panty line. All of this added to distinctly less excitement for the upcoming party that Nia was having, but I had already committed to attending this year. We had gone through ideas for several costumes, and so far, koala was the frontrunner.
“I am not putting my ass on display in front of men I don’t know, even if you make me mittens and furry ears to accompany it.”
Nia let out an exasperated sigh.
“Then what’s your idea? Because you have to have a costume. It’s absolutely required.”
Some
how, I didn’t see her enforcing that rule on the men she had invited, requiring them to don plastic super hero suits or construction worker outfits that would put the Village People to shame.
“I was thinking I could be a bee.”
Nia looked at me like I said that I was going to dress as Halloween itself.
“You can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“No one named Bea is allowed to dress as a bee,” she said with all the authority of someone quoting a historic treaty.
“Well, that’s good, then, because my name’s not Bea.”
“Look, Mrs. Potter, you’re not wearing stripes and running around my apartment buzzing at people.”
I didn’t know if I should commend her for knowing that there was a Potter of relevance before Harry, or if I should correct her for apparently not knowing that person’s name. I went with correcting.
“Bea- trix ,” I said. “Her name is Beatrix.”
“That’s so much better,” Nia said. “Your name should be Beatrix.”
“You know what? I’ll just go right on back in time and let my parents know to make that little tweak. Be back in a bit.”
I started for the door, intending on hiding in my section of the house that I shared with Nia and one other woman until November.
“Fine,” Nia said. “You don’t have to be a koala. But you aren’t going as a bee, either. We’ll figure something out.” She glanced at her phone to check the time. “You want to run to the grocery store with me? I want to grab a few things for the party.”
“It’s midnight,” I said.
She shrugged.
“So?”
**
There’s something almost unsettling about the glowing interior of a 24-hour grocery store in the middle of the night that always makes me a bit hesitant before I go inside them after a certain hour. There wasn’t anything like this back home and even though I had been living what my grandfather would call a highfalutin life out where such wonders were commonplace for a few years now, I still wasn’t entirely accustomed to them. The doors sliding open always felt just a shade too much like I was being lured into something that looked like it was holding promises of fabulous things, but was really only holding mischief and mayhem…and calories.