Till Death Do Us Trope

by Alexa Riley

  I groan and try not to cum as her hips begin to move and test the waters. She’s slick with need, and I growl while she slides up and down my cock.

  “Tell me to fuck you,” I demand, my arms wrapping around her body.

  “Fuck me, Jericho. Fuck me like you just found me in a tower and saved me from a dragon.”

  “Done,” I say, and do as she asks.

  I lift her off the bed and thrust her down on my cock as my hips thrust up. It’s hard and fast as I ride her and sweat forms between our bodies. It’s dirty and sexy and I can’t get enough. Her body is climbing fast and she’s crying out that she’s about to cum.

  Her orgasm triggers my own and I grunt, “I love you,” as her pussy grips the base of my cock and I start to cum inside her.

  She whispers it back to me as we fall on top of the sheets in a sweaty mess.

  “I love you so much, Jericho. I’ve dreamed of you. Dreamed of this. It’s so crazy but it’s true.”

  “I know, Sugar Cookie. I’ve waited on you for so long. And I’ve already got a nickname for you. This is meant to be.”

  I pull her on top of me and slide her back down on my hard cock. I need to be inside her as much as possible until she passes out, and even then I’ll probably still keep my cock in her when I’m sleeping.

  “It’s like a fairy tale,” she sighs happily as her hips begin to move.

  “Yeah, but with a lot of cum.”

  Chapter 5

  Cookie

  I wake up with a start, looking around the room at the bright sun shining in. My apartment doesn’t have bright light. It’s dark and sandwiched between two buildings that never allow sunlight in.

  “It’s okay. I’m right here,” a voice says softly as a warm, strong arm wraps around my waist and pulls me into the covers again.

  Last night comes flooding back and I smile, snuggling into Jericho. I hum as his big hands travel over my naked body. My thoughts drift back to how many times he made love to me, and then suddenly I jerk up in bed again and look around.

  “Um, Jericho. Where are we?” I ask, seeing the mountain peaks through the window.

  “We’re at our home on top of a mountain. Remember?” He sits up and kisses my shoulder. “I worry about how hard you sleep. You didn’t even wake up when airport security had to pat you down.”

  “What?” I shout. I’ve never even been on a plane before. “What country are we in?”

  “Does it matter, Sugar Cookie?” he says, kissing his way down my back.

  I guess it doesn’t. I’m with the man of my dreams in a place that looks like a castle. I could stay here for the rest of my life and it would be everything I ever wanted.

  I smile and close my eyes as I fall back into bed with my love.

  He kisses each breast and down my stomach and I moan in pleasure. I couldn’t get enough of his mouth last night, so at least I’m remembering the important stuff. I also remember him telling me he loved me and I felt it in my soul.

  Just as Jericho licks my pussy, there’s a sound from outside the window that sounds like a gun firing. Jericho jumps up and I groan. It was just about to get to the good part.

  “Shit. The Russians are attacking,” he says before he runs into the closet and starts getting dressed.

  “What?” I ask, bewildered and horny.

  “Here, put this on.”

  Jericho throws me pair of white boots and an all-white puffy snowsuit with a fur-trimmed hood. He comes out of the closet wearing the same thing and I stare at him.

  “Hurry up, Sugar Cookie. We’ve got a castle to defend.”

  “Are you going to explain to me what’s happening? This seems a bit over the top,” I huff as I pull on the snowsuit and boots.

  “Over The Top is my middle name.” When I look at him to see if he’s being serious, he just shrugs. “I realize it’s unconventional, but I’ve made it work.”

  “Jericho,” I say, putting my hands on my hips and scowling.

  He grabs me by the waist and begins to run out of the castle with me in his arms.

  “We live on a mountain near Russia. Every now and then they like to come over the peaks dressed in all white to try and take my flag. I’ve got a team that live here who defend it, so it’s more of a game than anything. I don’t even think their guns are loaded.”

  “So we’re going out in the snow to play a pretend game of capture the flag with a group of Russians?”

  “Exactly. But don’t worry. I’m going to fuck you while we do it.”

  I open my mouth to ask what he means, but before I can, he bursts through a basement door that leads to a garage. There are snowmobiles lined up along one bay and he takes me over to one. He sits down first, then pulls me on it so I’m facing him, straddling his lap.

  “Jericho, I’m in a huge full-body snowsuit. How are you going—”

  He reaches down to the crotch of my snowsuit and unsnaps it, exposing my naked pussy to him. He grabs his in the same place, popping it open and pulling out his hard cock. He grabs me by the hips and slams me down on his dick before cranking up the snowmobile and opening up the garage doors.

  “Oh fuck,” I moan as the vibrations of the machine travel up his cock and into my body. It’s like I’ve just been given a full-body vibrator and it feels amazing.

  He takes off, and my eyes roll to the back of my head as pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt moves over every inch of me.

  “Cum as many times as you want, Sugar Cookie!” he shouts over the sound of the machine. “I’m going to do a few laps and make sure the place is secure before we go back home.”

  He doesn’t have to tell me twice.

  I grip his chest as I let the snowmobile do the work, and cum all over his cock. Just as soon as one orgasm ends, another begins and I scream out my pleasure. It’s so intense, and I’m overstimulated, but I can’t get off his dick.

  I feel his cock pump cum into me at least three times, but I can’t be sure. At one point I almost black out, but I feel one of his arms come around me to hold me upright.

  “There they are,” he says as he pulls up next to a red flag and grabs it out of the snow. He takes off and I look behind us in the distance to see several snowmobiles headed away from us. I see a group of stationary machines with the word TROPE on the back of them. “Looks like we won!”

  He holds the flag up as we make our way back to the castle that’s not too far away in the distance. It looks exactly like Elsa’s castle from Frozen, except it’s not made of ice. Thank god, because I like to be cozy.

  My body reminds me that I’m still being fucked as my pussy clenches on his cock. I giggle then moan as Jericho takes me back home, triumphant in getting the flag, and getting me off.

  Epilogue

  Jericho

  Two years later…

  Cookie is lounging on the couch near the window and I stop in the doorway to look at her. She’s playing on her phone with her feet up, her belly so big that she can’t stand for more than a few minutes at a time.

  It’s my fault that she’s knocked up again. I can’t seem to keep my dick out of her. But I will say that she hasn’t figured out how to turn me down when I sweet talk her. It could be because she loves my mouth so much.

  When she giggles at something she’s looking at, I push away from the door and make my way over to her. I sit at the end of the couch where her feet are and put them in my lap. She winks at me as I start rubbing them but then goes back to her phone. She giggles again, and now I’m wondering who she’s talking to.

  “Who is that?” I ask, nodding to her phone.

  “Oh, nothing,” she says and goes back to messing with it.

  When she giggles again, I feel agitated. What is she laughing at? I’m supposed to be the one she laughs with.

  “Sugar Cookie, who are you talking to?” I tug on her toes to get her attention, but she doesn’t look up at me as she gives me another dismissive answer.

  She knows how jealous I can be, so wh
y isn’t she telling me what’s going on? I don’t like secrets.

  “Cookie?” I say, a little more firmly this time as I lean up and try to look at her phone.

  “Jericho?” she taunts, mocking my voice and placing the phone face down against her chest.

  “What are you trying to hide from me?” I reach up to touch her phone and she jerks it out of my grasp.

  “None of your business, nosy pants,” she scolds, then giggles and slides the phone under her ass.

  “You should know better than to put the phone next to my favorite place.” I move my hands under her thighs and up to her ass.

  “I thought you liked my tits best,” she says, trying to keep me from getting her phone.

  “I do. They’re my favorite, too. Just like your pussy. It’s all my favorite. What can I say, I’m a greedy man.”

  “And a jealous one,” she says, narrowing her eyes at me.

  “I like jokes, too,” I say, and pout.

  She sighs and pulls her phone out, turning the screen to face me. She’s been texting Arabella and they’re talking about how jealous my brother and I are. I scroll through it and read that they were betting on who would lose their cool first if they just giggled at their phones and didn’t tell us who they were talking to.

  “Did I win?” I ask, not the least bit ashamed.

  “It was a tie,” she says, wiggling her toes in my lap so that I’ll rub them again.

  I do as my queen commands and go back to rubbing her feet.

  “Do you wish I was less jealous?” I give her the smile that she loves so much and she rolls her eyes.

  “No. I kind of love your caveman tendencies.”

  “Good,” I say, leaning down and kissing her ankle. “Because I’m never going to stop.”

  Epilogue

  Cookie

  Ten years later…

  The house is full of kids and there are so many sets of twins I don’t know which ones are mine half the time. Between Arabella and Romeo having seven kids, and Jericho and I having six of our own, we take up a whole house no matter where we go.

  It’s a good thing our men are rich and have houses all over the globe. There’s even an igloo in Antarctica, but I’ve only been there once. Jericho insisted on getting me pregnant in every continent, and I agreed to fulfill his bucket list.

  “When are the men arriving?” Arabella asks me as she comes into the kitchen and grabs an appetizer.

  “Any moment now.” I say, washing my hands and then grabbing the candles. “Do you think they know?”

  “Not unless one of the kids told. Which is a strong possibility,” she says.

  We planned a surprise party for the two of them, and we’ve got the whole family waiting in the other room. They always do so much for all of us, so we thought it would be nice to do something for them.

  “Okay, I think we’re all set,” I say, carrying the cake out into the living room so we can all face the front door.

  “They’re here,” one of the kids says, but I don’t know if it’s one of mine or not. Oh well, not like it matters.

  We turn down the lights and get ready. Everyone is dead silent as we hear the car pull up, then the doors open and close. I can hear them talking as they come to the front door and I’m giddy with excitement.

  The jingle of the keys has us all ready with anticipation as the door swings open and Romeo and Jericho stand there.

  “SURPRISE!” we all yell at the same time, and in that moment I see where we went wrong.

  Romeo pulls out a ninja throwing star from his back pocket and slings it across the room. It comes within half an inch of one of the kids and they scream in terror.

  Jericho whips out a crossbow and manages to fire two arrows straight into the cake I’m holding before he has to reload.

  Arabella and I are screaming for them to stop, but the two of them are in attack mode.

  Romeo opens a nearby closet and grabs the nunchucks. I swear I thought I threw them out, but he must have gotten another pair. He twirls them around and makes his karate moves in the foyer while the kids scatter and shout. Jericho has thrown the crossbow to the ground and opted for the Spanish sword we had mounted above the fireplace to wield his power.

  I drop the cake and put my hands on my hips waiting for these two dramatic fools to realize this was all ruined by their overreacting.

  When silence fills the room, the two of them stop their grunting and stare at the chaos. I shake my head and throw my hands up in the air.

  “So this is why they’ve never had a surprise party before,” Arabella says and I nod.

  “I should have known,” I say, wiping cream and frosting from my cheek.

  The two men come over to us with smiles on their faces and excitement in their eyes. They must realize what we were doing at the same time, and now they look like how I had envisioned when we set out planning this.

  “Please tell me there’s karaoke,” Jericho says as he drops his sword to the ground and wraps me in a hug.

  “How else would we have a dance-off?” I say, right before he kisses me.

  THE END!

  Alexa Riley Promises

  Welcome to Alexa Riley Promises. This series is dedicated to old romances. It’s tropes galore, with all of our usual over-the-top alphas and sweet cheesy goodness.

  These short books will focus on traditional and classic tropes while sticking to the Alexa Riley code: no cheating and always with an HEA. That’s our Promise to you.

  Mr and Mrs

  Phillip has been married to Molly for a year. He’s beyond obsessed with his new wife, to the point that he has to hold his true feelings back. If she knew how crazy he is for her, she might push him away.

  Molly is feeling distance growing between them, and she’s worried she’s not enough. One night she walks in on Phillip, and it changes everything.

  When Phillip discovers Molly was in an accident and now has amnesia, he’s going to do all he can to make her fall in love with him again. Holding nothing back this time.

  Warning: It’s just as crazy as it sounds and just as over-the-top ridiculous. If you want to get silly with us and spend a little time away from reality, grab this one up!

  Copyright © 2016 by Author Alexa Riley LLC. All rights reserved.

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  Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

  Edited by Aquila Editing

  To all of you that snuck into your mom’s secret collection of dirty books and got your first taste. These stories are for you!

  Chapter 1

  Molly

  “Molly, just give it more time. I’m sure you’ll conceive.”

  I look up from the tasteless salad I’m just pushing around on my plate, not feeling even the least bit hungry. But a dinner out seemed like a lot more fun than sitting in the penthouse condo alone all night for the fourth time this week. Phillip’s working late. Again. Something that’s becoming a little too normal for my liking.

  It’s his place, even though the condo is ‘ours’. I still find it odd calling it home, though we’ve been married and living in it for a year. But I don’t think anything has ever felt like a real home before. Not like the ones I’ve dreamed of, anyway. It still feels like it’s his more than it’s mine. We still haven’t gotten around to finding a house. The house th
at will be the home I’ve always wanted. Longed for and dreamed about for most of my life. Phillip seems excited about it, but it keeps getting put on the back burner, and I’m starting to think I am, too.

  Cindy places her hand on my arm, giving it a comforting squeeze. Everyone knows we’ve been trying to have a baby from the moment we said “I do.” I wasn’t great about hiding how excited I was about starting a family, and Phillip had encouraged me to be more vocal about it, to see it as a reality. He’d started to make these little dreams I had in my head come alive. It was all a part of the fairy-tale dream I’d fallen into the moment I’d met Phillip.

  Young girl falls madly in love with her father’s new business partner, and he sweeps her off her feet in a whirlwind marriage. The press ate the story up. Millionaire Phillip Tanner finally tying the knot. Not only that, but with his new business partner Charles Moore’s daughter. Their partnership brought together two of the biggest hedge fund firms in the country, and it was believed they would be unstoppable together. They have been.

  I smile at Cindy, giving her a reassuring look. “I know. When I’m supposed to get pregnant, I will.” I’m not even sure if having a baby right now is something I want anymore, which feels odd because having a family is all I’ve ever wanted.

  I wanted all of it. The whole white picket fence, two-point-five kids, and a husband who adored me. I had the adoring husband—when he was around, anyway. I could deal with not being the center of his attention, but I didn’t want that for our children. I’d been a child with a father like that, and I wouldn’t do that to my children. I’d never bring them into a home that never really felt like a home at all.