by Chelle Bliss
Before she opened her eyes, with her fingers still buried deep inside herself, I positioned myself between her legs. I nudged her legs apart gently with my knees.
“What are you doing?” she asked, thrusting her fingers inside.
“I’m taking what’s mine,” I told her as I bent down, pulled her hand away from her pussy, and placed her fingers in my mouth. Her eyes rolled back before closing. I licked every ounce of her wetness from her fingers before I slipped the condom on my shaft.
I stroked her clit with the tip of my cock. Her hips lifted from the bed as her back arched. “Don’t tease me.”
“Fuck, what were you doing?” I laughed, letting my hardness poke her opening, coating it in her wetness.
Slowly I pushed inside her, inch by inch, making her feel all of me and reminding her whom she belonged to. She’d asked me to be hers, wanted more than I had been willing to give, but I’d given in. I met my match the day she walked into my life, and I wasn’t about to let anyone else have her.
Her warmth surrounded me, sending tiny shock waves through my system.
I leaned over, taking her lips as I let her body adjust to my length. “Do you feel me?” I murmured against her lips.
“I do,” she replied with her body trembling.
“You’re mine, Georgia.” I began to pull out and heard her whimper. “Mine.” I pushed back in, with more force this time.
Toying with her nipples, I felt her pussy clamp down against my dick, wanting more than I’d given. “Tell me you want this.”
“I want this,” she moaned.
I pulled my dick out and slammed back into her. “Tell me you want me.”
“I want you!” she cried out. Her hands dropped to the sheets and fisted them in her palms.
“Tell me you’re mine!” I growled and thrust into her again.
“I’m yours!” she yelled when her head pushed deeper into the mattress.
Reaching between us, I swept my fingertip across her clit. “Tell me to fuck you.”
Her eyes shot open and she glared at me. “You’re going to make me beg.”
“I want to know you want this.”
“Fuck me, Frisco. Make me know I’m yours,” she whispered as she stared up at me.
I pulled out and drove my cock so deep inside her, I was sure I bruised her insides. She cried out and her knuckles turned white as she gripped the sheets a little harder.
“You’re fuckin’ mine,” I roared as I pummeled her, licking her inside with my dick. “No one can take you from me.”
Her head thrashed back and forth against the sheets. Feeling the slow sizzling of my passion turn into something more, my spine tingled and my body began to quake. I gripped her thighs and tried to stave off the orgasm that threatened to rip free at any moment.
My finger found her clit and began to circle in the same pattern she’d done to herself earlier. With each pass of my fingertips, her pussy clamped down against my length.
“Come for me, Georgia. I want to feel you as you come on my cock.” I gave her clit a light pinch.
Her body began to tremble and a light sheen of perspiration coated her flesh. “Oh, God.”
I increased the speed and pressure just enough to tip her over as I battered her pussy with my dick.
“Yes!” she cried out.
“That’s it, babe.” I changed the motion of my fingers, using a back-and-forth motion as fast as my hand could move. Within seconds, she was screaming unrecognizable words and her body shuddered.
When her cunt squeezed my dick, I followed her over the edge. The orgasm that ripped through my body was so intense that my knees weakened, but I remained upright and thrust into her until she milked my cock dry.
She sucked in air, gasping for breath, and I followed suit. My entire body felt satiated and weak. I leaned forward on trembling arms and kissed her lips.
“Being yours has its perks.” She laughed against my mouth.
“As long as you’re mine, I’ll always protect you and love you like you deserve,” I murmured against her lips.
Everything I loved about her would be with me forever. Even on my deathbed, when our bodies would be riddled with wrinkles, I’d think back to this night and the woman I fell in love with.
The one who made me weak in the knees with a simple glance and the one who stole my breath every time she walked into the room. I’d live my life with no regrets and love her as she deserved for eternity.
She was mine and only mine. Tonight and for the rest of my life, I’d do everything in my power to earn that honor.
Epilogue
Six months later
As I stood at the altar, waiting for Georgia, I looked out into the crowd. Years ago when I moved to Florida for college, I didn’t have anyone. But today, I had enough that I could fill an entire church.
Although I would have said that my life was full before I met her, I didn’t really start living until I made her mine. She brought the smile to my face each morning, gave me a reason to come home at night, and always made me feel loved.
My parents sat in the front row and stared at me. My father sat up straight, beaming from ear to ear, and looked prouder of me than at any other moment I could ever remember. And Mom. What could I say about her? I could almost see the corner of her mouth turned up, but she wouldn’t give me that satisfaction. It wasn’t her way. It never had been.
Behind me along the altar were my groomsmen. Using that term wasn’t entirely accurate. Each of them had played an important role in my life. They were my family. The only one I’d had for so many years. City, Bear, Morgan, Thomas, James, Tank, and, last but not least, Flash rounded out the group.
City was my best man, much to the dismay of Bear. I had to explain to him that City and Sunshine were the reason we were getting married in the first place. That alone earned him the right to be my best man. Bear stomped around for a little bit, but eventually gave in, though not before being a dick for a little while.
I wiped the sweat from my brow and tried to steady my breathing. Shaking my hands out, I exhaled slowly and emptied my body of all air. I rolled my neck and inhaled before closing my eyes for a moment.
I could do this.
There hadn’t been a day that I’d rethought my proposal or regretted meeting Georgia. She was mine. She was everything I had wanted but tried to avoid. I wouldn’t change a moment of my life.
It brought me to her.
All the heartache and the loneliness put me on a collision course with her. Without Jeanine cheating on me, even though I’d never forgive her, I would never have met my girl.
When the music began to play and the doors in the back of the church opened, my heart started to pound faster and beat with such ferocity I thought it would burst out of my chest. It was finally happening. I was getting married. Georgia was mine…forever.
I squeezed my hands into tight balls as I tried to see behind the line of bridesmaids and catch a glimpse of her, but she remained hidden. I pulled at my tie, trying to cool myself off.
Be calm. I just needed to stay calm.
Fuck. I didn’t think I would be so nervous. I wanted this. I was sure of it. There was nothing that made me question standing here waiting for my future wife to come to me—to say yes and be my forever.
City rested his hand on my shoulder and gave me a firm squeeze. “It’s normal, man. Just breathe,” he said softly in my ear. I nodded and kept my gaze fixed on the back of the church.
Gigi walked down the aisle in the cutest pink dress, throwing pink rose pedals with such determination to every toss. The wedding guests all giggled and smiled at the cuteness, and Gigi, being Gigi, ate it up. She was a ham and totally her parents’ kid.
One by one, the women walked toward me, and I strained to catch the smallest glimpse of my girl behind them, feeling my heart beat a little faster with each passing second.
Until I saw her.
Georgia.
I sucked in a breath, stunned by her
beauty. “Jesus,” I whispered. Why was I such a lucky son of a bitch?
Her hair was half up, with dark curls cascading over her shoulders and framing her breasts. She’d muted her makeup so that it almost looked like she hadn’t applied any. I always told her I loved her natural beauty, and today, at our wedding, I fell in love with her a little more than I had been the day before.
As she walked down the aisle, the long, lace train of her dress flowed over the floor with each step. The dress had a plunging, deep V neckline, but not enough to show a ton of breast—stunningly sexy and beautiful how it draped her body.
Our eyes were locked as she walked toward me. I couldn’t drag mine away from hers. It had sunk in that we were getting married, but the enormity and finality of the situation suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks.
A calmness came over me that I’d never felt before. This is what I wanted. She was who I wanted and nothing else is the world would ever change that.
In the beginning, I’d thought she was too young and had too much life to live to be with me. But I’d never been so wrong about anyone in my entire life. Thankfully, our friends didn’t allow me to walk away. They pushed and pushed until I didn’t have any choice but to admit I had feelings for her.
Somehow, I put aside my bullheaded, asshole thinking long enough to realize that the best thing to ever happen to me was right in front of my eyes. Actually, it was the cocksucker that ran her off the road. That single event changed everything.
“Breathe,” she whispered as she took my hand and walked up the altar steps.
I didn’t know I’d been holding my breath the entire time she walked toward me. I couldn’t stop replaying our time together, what brought us together, and how solid our relationship had become.
When she reached the final step, I kissed her cheek. “You look so beautiful I couldn’t help but hold my breath. I thought that somehow I had been dreaming this moment, and that if I even blinked, it would all disappear,” I whispered into her ear before righting myself after the priest coughed.
She mouthed “I love you” before we both turned and took our places in front of the priest.
I couldn’t even pay attention as the priest spoke. I had no idea what he said, nor did it matter. I knew what the words meant, but the thing I focused on the entire time was the girl by my side and the vows I’d written to explain my love to her.
My knees shook as we stood, ready to say the words that expressed our love to each other. I grasped her hands in mine and slowly stroked the backs of her hands with my thumbs.
I was given the cue to begin my vows and I stared into her eyes.
“Georgia, today I devote my heart, body, and soul to you. Before you came into my life, I was a shell of a man, searching for a purpose. You are my reason to live, to breathe, and to be the best man I can be. You make me want to be worthy of your love. I will spend my entire life showing you how much you mean to me. The day my eyes locked with yours, I knew I wanted you, but I thought it would be too selfish to cage a free spirit so young. I was wrong. Love doesn’t stop someone from being who they were meant to be, it only makes them a better version of their former selves. I will love you even after I take my last breath. Today, tomorrow, and for the rest of eternity, I will be yours.”
Her eyes had filled with tears as I spoke, but they hadn’t fallen. She hadn’t even blinked during my words, just stared back at me with her lips parted and barely breathing.
I swallowed hard and inhaled. I’d rattled off the words, everything that I’d felt, without taking a deep breath.
After a short pause, she wiped her eyes and began to speak. “Frisco, when we first met, I thought you didn’t like me, but that didn’t stop our friends from pushing us together. The more time I spent with you, the more I liked you. I realized that you’d closed your heart and were scared of anything that resembled a relationship. Slowly, I gained your trust, and eventually, your heart. But the thing you don’t realize is that I knew, from the moment I kissed you, you’d be mine forever.” She paused and inhaled quickly before starting again. “You’re the first man to make me feel completely loved for who I am. I will never forget the day you saved my life. Not just by pulling me from my car, but the day you asked me to be yours forever. Not only had you given up on love, but I had too. No longer will I be a poorer version of Miss Havisham—spending my entire life alone. No, Frisco, our love is like those in the greatest love stories told throughout history. But our whole story has yet to be written. I will, from now through all eternity, be yours and only yours.” She took another breath and smiled. “Until the sun no longer shines in the sky and the world as we know it no longer exists, I will always be your Felicia.”
I squeezed her hands and began to laugh. That was the reason I loved her the most—the way she could take a serious situation and make me feel so much joy that I thought I could die from happiness.
“By the powers vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” The priest nodded to us, but we were too busy gazing into each other’s eyes to even remember that we were supposed to turn toward the crowd. “You may now kiss your wife,” he whispered.
I wrapped my arms around her back, drawing her flush against me, and kissed her. Not the same way I had yesterday, but as the man who now owned her heart. Forever.
The end…
Love doesn't make the world go 'round.
Love is what makes the ride worthwhile.
~ Franklin P. Jones
Afterword
Dear Reader,
Thank you for taking the time to read Unlawful Desire. I hope you enjoyed meeting Frisco and Georgia. I had a blast writing their story and bringing back some of the loved characters from previous books.
Typically at the end of a new release I have the sneak peek of the next book in the series, but I didn’t include one in Unlawful Desire. There’s a reason for that. I have so many book ideas swirling through my head and I can’t decide which I’ll release next. It may be another ALFA book or maybe a standalone.
2016 is going to be a busy year. I plan a release for the Men of Inked series, the ALFA series, and a stand alone novel or two. It’ll depend on which characters speak to me first.
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Chelle Bliss, USA Today Bestselling author, currently lives in a small, west coast town near the Gulf of Mexico in Florida. She's a full-time writer, time-waster extraordinaire, social media addict, and coffee fiend. Currently she's written thirteen books and has three series available. She loves spending her free time with her boyfriend, 2 cats, and her hamster.
Before becoming a writer, Chelle taught high school history for over ten years. She holds a master's degree in Instructional Technology and a bachelor's in history. Although history is her first love, writing has become her dream job and she can't imagine doing anything else.
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Here’s to a New Beginning
“Oh my God, Sam!” she cried out. “Yes!” she screamed when I pounded into her.
She was on all fours, fisting the sheets with her head tipped back.
“So fuckin’ good,” I bit out through gritted teeth. I held her by the waist, pulling her against my cock as I took the strokes deep. Her smooth skin was almost translucent under my hands. Perspiration started to collect on her flesh, glimmering in the candlelight. If my cock didn’t feel so damn good inside her pussy, I would’ve licked a path up her spine, collecting the moisture.
“Harder,” she begged.
I slowed my pace. Her short hair bounced with each thrust. I’d give her exactly what she asked for. I grabbed the strands in one hand, gathering them into a ponytail and gripping it tightly. Using it like reins, I pulled her back as I slammed into her.
“Oh!” she yelled as my dick rammed into her, leaving no space between us. She tried to pull away, trying to crawl forward, but I didn’t give her the chance. I smacked her ass with my free hand, landing it on the fleshy part of her thigh.
“Fuckkk,” she hissed and her body froze.
I couldn’t help but smile. Her pussy contracted, gripping my cock like a vise as the effect of the crack radiated across her skin. Without warning, I brought down my palm on the spot next to my previous strike. Again her pussy contracted as she cried out, curse words spilling from her mouth.
I held her hair tighter, pulled her back hard, and pummeled into her wetness. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her body. The way her waist curved in just above her hips, creating an amazing hourglass figure, drove me crazy. Her hips were significantly larger than her waist, making the visual even more impressive.