Forged by Fire: A Small Town Second Chance Romance

by Cleveland, Eddie

  “Of course.” The tears I’ve been trying to hold back finally fall. I wipe them off my face and fling my arms around his neck. “Yes, I love you so much, Luke!”

  “I love you too, babe. Here.” He tugs the ring free from the top of my muffin and I hold out my trembling hand. “This is all I can afford right now,” he frowns, “but I promise I’ll save up and get a ring worthy to sit on your finger.”

  “Luke, I love it. I don’t need some massive diamond on my hand to prove you love me. You show me that a million ways every single day. This is perfect.” I look down at the sparkling diamond and smile. “You are perfect.” I lift my eyes to meet his.

  Luke stands up and leans over me, his lips brush against mine, pressing down harder as he eases onto the bed. He pushes me back against the pillows, covering my body with his. My mouth opens and our tongues tangle in a deep kiss like we’ve shared a million times before, but somehow this time feels different.

  “We are perfect. Perfect together,” he murmurs, his hands roam up my body and I open my legs to him until he sinks between them and I can feel the heat of his hard cock pressed up through our clothes.

  I couldn’t agree more. With his body against mine, there is just no other word to describe it, we feel absolutely perfect together.

  Luke reaches back between his shoulder blades and tugs his T-shirt off, tossing it over the edge of the bed. My hands roam up his strong arms, over his broad shoulders and down over his chest, slowing as I savor each cut ab and then down to his jeans. My fingertips rest on the button of his pants and he grinds his thick cock against me, tempting me, testing my ability to think straight. With a slight tremble of anticipation in my hands, I manage to get the button undone and his zipper opened. Luke pushes the denim down, first exposing his ass and then his swaying, rock-hard cock.

  How can I look away? My eyes are locked on the full, throbbing promise of pleasure. Luke slides his pants off and kicks them off his feet, leaving him damned near perfect. No clothes are hiding his muscular body, nothing is masking his natural musk, I breathe it deep into my lungs and get lost in kissing a long trail from the side of his neck, down to his chiseled pecs.

  “I need to see you,” he growls and holds me firm in his grip, easily rolling over and pulling me astride him.

  My breasts bounce in my tank top, doing little to keep them hidden. My tiny pajama shorts are doing even less to hide my ass as they slide up, exposing my cheeks. My hips rock forward, almost instinctively, his steely shaft presses against my pussy, easing between my lips as I slide up. My eyelids flutter closed, and I’m lost in the teasing tingles taking me over.

  I want to delight in every slight sensation but at the same time I’m eager to feel him inside me. We must have fucked hundreds of times by now, but he still stretches me out, making me feel a perfect blend of pinching pain and overwhelming ecstasy. He’s the only man I’ve ever been with and the only man I’ve ever wanted. I need him.

  Now.

  “Take this off.” Luke grazes the back of his hand down my top. “Slowly,” he demands.

  I tiptoe my fingers down to the bottom of my tank top, crisscrossed over my body, and edge them underneath the fabric. Never taking my eyes off his, I ease my top up. Luke’s face is contorted with desire and need. It’s tattooed all over him, how bad he wants this, how bad he wants me. Seeing a man ache for you like that is powerful. I slide my shirt up farther, just halfway over my breasts until he can just see the bottom half of my nipple exposed to him.

  Luke groans and drives his hips off the bed, thrusting his cock against me. My breath is jagged with need, I want to just pull off these clothes and let him fuck me fast and furiously until we’re both spent. Still, I’m enjoying this too much. The way he’s watching me, hypnotized by me, it’s intoxicating. I finally yank the fabric free from my body. My tits are free, and Luke leans up to kiss each nipple slowly.

  My head rolls back and I rock against his swollen cock, letting myself get lost in the ripples of lust spreading out from my breasts, down across my belly to my aching clit. Luke cups the side of my breast and circles my nipples with his tongue. He breathes in sharply, sending a cold chill over the tip and then sucks on the nub. I’m immersed in pleasure and then he nips down on my nipple sending me spiraling into a collision of pain and indulgence. It’s the bitter that makes the sweet taste so irresistible.

  “Mmmm, now take these off.” Luke’s voice is gravel as he snaps the waistband of my shorts with his thumb.

  I push up onto my knees, instantly missing the feeling of his thick cock pressed up into my wet pussy. Where I took my time with my top, it’s like I can’t peel these shorts off fast enough. In less than a second, I toss them to the floor and try to lie back on the bed.

  Luke grabs me and shakes his head from side to side. “No, you stay right there. I want to see every inch of you when I fuck you, Karen.”

  A wave of self-conscious shyness crashes over me and I squirm a bit. I’ve never ridden his cock like this before, what if I’m not good at it? What if I ruin our moment?

  As if he can read my thoughts, Luke scans my face and slides the flats of his hands up my body, “Please baby, let me see you. I want to bounce you on my cock and watch you own every second of it. Seeing you like that will make it amazing,” he reassures me.

  The glint of my diamond ring catches my eye and I feel the tension slide free from my body. Luke is going to be my husband, we’re going to share a million firsts together, riding his cock will be one small step toward all of them.

  “I love you.” I sigh and straddle my legs on each side of his body.

  “Atta girl.” He smirks. “I love you too, baby.” Luke holds the base of his shaft in his fist and rubs the head of his cock against my slippery nub.

  I bite my lip and arch my back, circling my hips forward as I feel the ripples intensify. They build up inside, from ripples to waves. Luke rubs against my clit, my own juices lubricating his cockhead so there’s no friction, only aching pleasure. The waves build up, rolling higher, until my body can’t take anymore, sheer bliss crashes down over me. A guttural moan escapes my lips and shivers run down my spine.

  I look down at Luke, at my fiancé, from under hooded eyes and smile. Confidence surges through me and I lean over and give him a fiery kiss before sitting back up. “I’m gonna ride you like a cowgirl on a bull, babe. Give me your thick, hard cock.” I blush but don’t shy away. Circling my fingers around his base, I ease my wet pussy down inch by inch until he’s buried inside me. Throwing myself forward, I ride him slowly at first, but pick up speed with every thrust of my hips.

  Luke fills me to my limit, stretching me, owning me. He runs one hand up the side of my body and threads his fingers through my hair. His other hand eases between my legs until the side of his thumb delves between my glistening lips. He presses it up against my clit, wracking my body with vibrations of ecstasy. “This is mine,” he growls. His thumb pushes tight to my swollen nub. “All mine.”

  “It’s all for you,” I breathe my promise through panting as I rock against him. He’s deep inside me, filling me fully.

  “That’s right, baby. Just keep riding me like that.” He pumps his hips up from the bed, lifting me up in the air as he opens me wide. I still rock against him, not losing my rhythm, still greedy for more.

  “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum.” His hands fall to my hips and he pinches my skin tight.

  His cum spurts up inside me, splashing warm against my walls as it fills me up. The sensation unlocks something inside me. Something animal. I yowl as another orgasm shreds through me, leaving me weak as I collapse against his chest.

  Luke holds me tight and we lie together, still as one, both of us struggling to catch our breath. Finally, he opens his eyes and gives me a tender kiss as I roll off of him and snuggle up into his arms. “See, I told you that you’d need the morning off,” he murmurs.

  “Lentz is going to take one look at this glow and I’ll never hear the end of it.” I s
mile.

  “Good, give him something to talk about. Give this whole town something to talk about, I don’t care. All I care about is right here.” He glides his hand over my skin. “I love you, Karen. Thank you for making me the luckiest goddamned man on earth today.”

  How can I explain that I feel like I’m the lucky one? That this is all like a dream come true. I knew I wanted to marry Luke Murphy since seventh grade, part of me can’t even believe this is all happening. I realize I can say one thing to explain it all, just four little words sum it all up perfectly.

  “I love you too.” I kiss him again. And again.

  And again.

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