Garrett groaned and bucked his hips into her squeezing, stroking hand, panting already and struggling to clear his head enough to ask a coherent question. “How’d I–” He had to take a breath as Sarah shifted her focus to the head of his cock, and he groaned again, “–measure up?”
Sarah laughed, pushing Garrett onto his back –mindful to help him with his arms– before moving down his body, kissing as she went. “You have,” her lips pressed against his neck, teeth nipping before she moved lower, “the longest,” her fingers squeezed him tighter, making him gasp as she nuzzled against and kissed his chest, “thickest,” her kisses reached his hips, and Garrett squirmed eagerly, all but quivering in anticipation, “hardest cock I’ve ever seen.”
Her mouth took him then, and for Garrett, the world stopped. He was helpless but to groan as her talented tongue did its wicked work, twisting and tasting around the swollen head of his manhood. All too quickly though, she stopped, looking up at him with flushed cheeks and bright eyes, one hand still lazily stroking his straining length. “I want my husband.”
Together, they extracted Garrett from his suit jacket, the rest of his fine couture clothing joining it in a messy pile on the floor. He spun Sarah in his arms once they were through, hands moving quickly to the laces of her corset. Sarah, though, had other plans, a hand reaching behind her to stop him. “Once I’m out of this, that’s it.” She grinded her rear against his bared erection, and Garrett grinned in understanding, wrapping his arms around her as they moved together in a moment of mutual teasing. “I’ll only wear it once; let’s mess it up a bit.” She reached behind herself to stroke him again as Garrett kissed and sucked at her neck, his hands pulling her heavy skirts up and out of the way as she bent eagerly over the bed.
Bending gently over her, Garrett craned to kiss her neck and cheek as he eased himself into her waiting warmth with a sigh. It was Sarah’s turn to moan as he filled her, the blonde grinding back greedily to take his length as fast as possible. “Been wanting that all day,” she breathed, stuttering at his first hard thrust.
Clutching at her like a desperate man, Garrett buried himself in her again and again, her tight cunt squeezing his thick manhood exquisitely with every thrust. “I love you,” he breathed, every word punctuated with a thrust, each deeper than the last. Perhaps a different man would have different words to say; a cleverer tongue might find some way to frame what she and her love meant to him. As for him, he could only hope she knew, that she could feel the overwhelming volume of his affection.
As the two undulated together, moaning and groaning in turn as Garrett thrusted and Sarah braced hard against him, their breathing mingles as their bodies did, breaths timed in unison with thrusts that had each of them shuddering in pleasure. Sarah came with a cry after a particularly deep thrust, her sex spasming madly around the fat cock still busily pumping into her. “G-Ga-Garrett!” she managed to stutter out through the quakes of her orgasm. “Don’t s-stop! Ha-harder!’’
Close as he was to his own enrapturing end, Garrett managed little more than an eager growl as he did his best to comply, his strong hands grabbing her hips to hold her steady as he fucked her as hard and fast as he could. He couldn’t last long at this pace, each thrust bringing him closer to that heavenly edge. Before long though, his efforts were rewarded as Sarah’s pussy contracted around his cock in a second orgasm, this time her rapture pulling him into blissful oblivion, the two of them all but shouting as he filled her with wave after wave of his seed.
Exhausted, the couple collapsed onto the bed together, staying joined for as long as nature would allow. Garrett wrapped an arm around his bride, as the two lie together in a moment of quiet repose; the night had many hours left in it yet, and they intended to spend it entwined as man and wife.
21
Five Years Later
Sarah sat across from Garrett, a small smile on her full lips as he re-read the report. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe her, but the numbers were hard to believe. He’d never seen so much growth in such a short amount of time. There were so many new markets opening up to them that the sales team was short-staffed.
“Are these accurate? As of when?”
“As of noon.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes! Of course. What do you think I’m doing here?”
“Well, sorry! I didn’t realize Ms. Board-of-directors was too busy!”
Sarah grinned impishly, a huge smile on her lips. She tilted her head and shrugged, running her hands down the black tights she wore. Her wine-red dress was only down to her thighs, though it was intended to be knee-length. The swell of her pregnant belly had distended the dress. Of course, the top looked particularly low-cut with her large breasts. Garrett admired her again, not for the first time. He had fallen in love with his life again every day for the past five years. Before then, he’d fallen in love with her little by little every day.
It had been five years since they’d married. Six since they’d allowed themselves to fall in love. They’d spent nearly every spare moment together since. The love had never died between them, and Garrett was as happy now as he’d been on his wedding day. Sarah had turned his gloomy world upside down.
Elizabeth had served five years in jail before being released. They’d heard of her in the news a fair bit, bouncing from one C-list celebrity to another, trying to find work. She never seemed to get anything, but she tried. Garrett had not spoken to her since, other than to ask where he might forward her mail to. He’d put all her things in storage.
Mr. Townsend had been found to be one Thomas Christian Salvatore IV, a hired contract hitman. The police, FBI and Interpol had been trying to catch him for a long time. Thanks to Devon’s handiwork, he’d been caught, and had served time behind bars. His lawyer had been a slimy man, and done his best to help his client. In fact, Thomas would only serve ten years, and needed to be tried for each individual murder he was accused of. Unfortunately, he’d died in prison after a run in with a former client. Garrett never found it very unfortunate at all.
Charles had also grown quite a bit. At six, he was the spitting image of Garrett, though he felt the child looked most like his beloved wife. The boy had a mess of blonde-brown curls which seemed to darken with every season. His eyes were the same dark brown color as Garrett’s, and when he wasn’t giving the world a twin of his mother's mischievous smile, he was looking as sober as Garrett. The boy was playful, but had a love of animals and was terribly kind. He loved his grandmother, and would spend any chance he had with her and her pets. Trisha had been more than happy to show him around the gardens with their rabbits, or the horses in the pasture.
The company had grown exponentially; having Elizabeth’s rumors and attacks debunked, Garrett had been allowed to remain as CEO so long as he was quiet, and did not stir the pot again. Lastly, Sarah would need to be removed as an assistant. Garrett had complied, and Sarah had agreed to join the board of directors, while running the PR department after Garrett’s former PR officer hastily resigned over the scandals.
“I’m actually quite busy, thank you very much. I have a date with my husband.”
“Oh, do you?”
“Yes.”
“Where are you going?”
“Well, to a Christmas party later. But first…”
“First?”
Sarah stood and slowly sauntered around the side of his desk, a mischievous smile on her lips.
“I think I’d like to test this desk out. We always meant to, don’t you think? It has these perfect little hand holds at the front…”
Garrett groaned eagerly and gave her a sexy grin before reaching out to pull his wife into his lap, and kiss her soundly. His arms pulled her to straddle him and he nuzzled against her jaw, kissing and nipping her lower lip. He could already feel her hands deftly teasing down his front, then up again. As if by his own accord his body began to stir in response to her.
Garrett took her in once more, and reaffirmed he’d give her
anything in the whole world, so long as it would make her smile. He would cherish her for the rest of her days, and for the rest of his. He would honor her, and she would honor him in turn, and the thought was enough to have tears tugging at his eyes. Of course, with Sarah so close, he wasn’t about to let her cry.
“I agree. Let’s try out the desk,” Garrett murmured, feeling the happiness he’d thought would only be fleeting, once more. Garrett knew then that he would never be lonesome again.
He was happy.
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