by Sam Crescent
It felt incredible.
They collapsed together and Blake cupped her tits in his palm, kissing each one in turn before moving toward her side.
“You completely blow me away.” He kissed her again and she giggled. “I can’t get enough of you.”
“Well, we’re married and unless we divorce, you’re with me for life.”
He pushed some of her hair out of the way. “Doesn’t that excite you?”
She nodded. “It does.”
“I know at school they’re going to be betting about our divorce date, but I don’t care. I love you, Leah, and I want to earn your forgiveness.”
She covered his mouth. “Shut up. I get it. You don’t want to be mean to me anymore, and I don’t want you to be mean. I’ve forgiven you, Blake. Stop worrying.”
“You’ve forgiven me?”
“Yes.”
His smile was so enchanting.
“Fuck me, you spoil me,” he said.
He pulled out of her and she watched as he removed one condom only to grab another. His cock was already hardening again.
“Again? Already?”
“You got a problem with that?”
“Hell, no, but here’s hoping in a few years’ time, you’ll be just as insatiable.”
“I intend to be.” He took her lips as he found his way inside her.
She loved it, loved him, and didn’t want this feeling to ever end.
Epilogue One
Five years later
“What do you think?” Blake asked, flicking the keys between his fingers.
“This is insane. Six bedrooms?” Leah ran her hands across the sofa cushions.
“I can tell them no and to keep looking.”
“I love it, and you know you do. You’re closer to the grounds so you can go and play football,” she said.
Blake laughed as she came toward him. He knew what she had planned and had already braced himself to take her weight as she jumped into his arms. “I love how after all this time, you still don’t have the first clue about football.”
“I have a clue about you, and what you like to eat and do right after winning a game.”
“You mean have a big, giant burger and then making love to my wife?” he asked, running his hands down to her curvy ass.
The crowds went wild for him, especially as his story had done the rounds the moment he got drafted.
He had to thank John for giving them all the sordid details. How he bullied his woman and then realized what a mistake he was making until he finally got his head out of his ass and asked her to marry him.
They loved it when he was with Leah. None of what they did was for the camera. His love for her was stronger than ever.
In fact, after they’d graduated and had agreed to live with each other through college, his love for her had made him realize he’d only ever had a crush before, whereas now there were no words for exactly how he felt about her. He loved her more than anything.
“So, this house is a yes?”
“Yes, it’s a big, fat yes.”
“Good, because I already agreed we’d take it.”
She wrapped her legs around his waist. “You know this means we’re going to have to have sex in every single room, right? It’s going to take us a lot longer than our old apartment.”
He chuckled. “But I loved that place.”
“Me too.” He didn’t have the patience to go upstairs, and so he carried her toward the sofa, intent on making love to her well into the night.
Epilogue Two
Ten years later
Leah put a hand to her pregnant stomach, watching her husband playing with their children. The yard was full of all their friends and family, celebrating his team’s win. There was a time she’d tried to understand football, but Blake had said the one thing he loved most was when he was with her and he was away from work.
She held a tray of drinks and walked out to the yard, smiling at every person who came to get a drink.
“Nope, nope, nope. I told you, no heavy lifting.”
This was her fourth pregnancy, but Blake didn’t like her lifting anything other than her ass off the sofa.
He took the tray and handed it off to his father. Then he pulled her in close, his arms wrapping around her.
“Are you trying to make me feel bad?” she asked. “Your hands don’t even touch.”
“We have this every single time,” he said. “You don’t look like a whale, no matter what you say.” He tilted her head back, kissing her lips. “How are you feeling? Really?”
“I’m feeling a little tired, but other than that, I’m fine.” She sighed. “You do need to stop worrying.”
“I will never stop worrying about you. I love you, so fucking much.” He kissed the top of her head. “You know, I don’t care if I didn’t make it, baby. You know that. So long as I have you.”
Leah smiled, resting her head against his chest. His team had wanted to sell him, which would have uprooted them out of the home. Blake had refused and it had caused a stir in the community, but it had also made the fans love him even more. He wouldn’t leave his team behind and was determined to get them to win. She loved that about him.
She loved that he made her feel so special.
“I love you,” she said.
“And I love you. I love our family, and Leah, there’s nowhere else in the world I’d rather be than by your side.”
Final Epilogue
Twenty years later
Leah tried to stifle a yawn and Blake chuckled, sipping on his wine. The fire crackled in the distance. The only light in the room came from the flames. His wife’s leg was flung over his, holding him down on the sofa.
Their house was silent, the first time in nearly thirty years. He smiled, thinking about the journey to drop off his youngest daughter at college. She was a ballbuster, like her mother.
“What are you thinking?”
“About Annie,” he said.
“She wants to change the world.”
“And she will. I can see her now. The lead in all the protests.” He sighed, running his hand down her arm.
“We’re all alone in our house,” Leah said.
His cock hardened instantly. They’d been married thirty-five years and he never got enough of his wife.
Their time together, for the most part, had been with children, who had become the biggest source of a cock block for him. Their long marriage hadn’t come without complications though. There was a short time not long after Annie was born when they’d separated for a week. He’d moved into the spare bedroom, and Leah hadn’t talked to him. She’d nearly died giving birth to Annie, and while he wanted to get a vasectomy, Leah hadn’t wanted him to. There was no way he was going to allow her to die when he could do something to protect them.
After talking with the doctor, he’d gotten the operation and they hadn’t had any more children. He knew Leah had wanted to keep having babies. They both wanted a big family after being only children, but he wanted his wife more than children.
As he kissed the top of her head, the hand on his chest started to move down.
“I know what’s on your mind,” he said.
“It has been so long since we’ve been able to do this.”
“Let’s get naked and have some fun?” He winked at her.
“I will never be able to get over just how insatiable you are.”
“You love it,” he said, already working the buttons of her shirt.
“Totally.” She climbed off the sofa, held out her hand, and like so many times before, he took it, and followed. Thirty-five years, still going strong, and he was just so glad he hadn’t fucked up.
She was his wife, the love of his life, and he would do anything for her.
The End
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BONUS SAMPLE CHAPTER
CRIME LORD’S WIFE
Curvy Women Wanted, 24
Sam Crescent
Copyright © 2020
Sample Chapter
“Excuse me?” Rose Miles asked, looking at her husband and not the heavily inked man wearing slacks and a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up.
The mystery man held up the wedding band she’d given to her husband two years ago. At times, she truly believed it was the biggest mistake of her life. Sean Miles hadn’t exactly been loyal, loving, or kind. There were many nights when he didn’t come home, and she was grateful until the debts started to roll in. He’d stopped paying the rent, the electric, and the money disappeared from their joint account, and he never told her why. What Sean didn’t know was she’d opened a separate bank account and in recent weeks, she’d been looking at a possible divorce.
She didn’t want to live with him anymore. This wasn’t the married life she wanted.
“You’re mine,” he said.
“Okay. So, you come in here at two in the morning and tell me to pack up because my husband decided to put me up for sale in a card game.” She laughed. “You think I’ll consider this legal?”
“It is legal and binding,” he said.
“Just go with them, Rose,” Sean said.
“Hell, no. Selling a person in a card game is not legal. I don’t give a crap.”
“Do you have a million dollars?” Sean asked.
“What?” There was no way she heard that price. Surely? It would be crazy, even for her husband.
She looked at the man who was supposed to be the love of her life but had actually turned into one giant disappointment.
“How? What?”
“It’s what he has to pay. The rules of the game,” the man said.
“How can you even join a damn thing like that when you don’t have that kind of cash?” She clenched her hands into fists.
“Damn it, Rose, just go, okay? Do it. You know you want to.”
She looked at the man. “Who are you? I don’t even know you.”
He stared at her for a few seconds. She hated his perusal. It made her nervous.
“Jared Cain.” He didn’t offer his hand.
She put her hands on her hips, trying to calm her nerves. “I’m guessing that if I don’t go with you, bad stuff happens?”
His brow rose.
That was all.
Glaring at Sean, she nodded. “Fine. I guess I’m your property for however long this happens to be. Do I get to go and pack a bag?” Maybe she could escape out of the window, even if she was afraid of heights. Any height, that was. She couldn’t stand to be near a window. Opening the curtains was a challenge if she allowed herself to look down.
“No,” Jared said. “You come with me now.”
She scoffed. “And I’ve got to do as I’m told?”
“Yes.”
She shook her head. “At least you’re honest.” Glancing at her husband and then at her owner, she couldn’t believe this was happening. As she stepped toward him, he put a hand at her back. Then she noticed the three other men in her home. They all looked dangerous, like they’d stepped right out of a gangster movie. Only this wasn’t some source of entertainment. This was her life and they were part of it.
Nibbling on her lip, she averted her gaze as Jared urged her forward.
Why was she agreeing to this? This wasn’t her debt. She stopped.
“If you think you can argue with this, think again. You’re married to him. Whatever happens to him for not paying a debt will come down on your shoulders.”
“You’ve got to be kidding, right?” she asked.
“No.”
“Who are you?”
“Your husband thought he could play with the big boys. He’s going to realize he is nothing more than a child in the scheme of things. He thought he could bluff his way to the top. There is no such thing.” He pushed her forward and rather than put up a fight, she followed him out of their home, and into the night. There was a black car waiting; of course there was.
Another gangster type stood holding the back passenger door open.
She thanked him and climbed in. Being polite had been drilled into her when she was a child. Her parents hadn’t believed in rebellious children and any out-of-turn speaking was met with a slap.
Pushing those thoughts to the back of her mind, she put the seatbelt on. She glanced at Jared to find him watching her.
Tense, she quickly faced forward. “It’s rude to watch people,” she said.
“I’m just staring at what now belongs to me.” His finger traced down her cheek, going to her neck.
She grabbed said finger and held it. “Don’t.”
He chuckled. “You think you’re in any position to tell me what to do?”
“You’ve got yourself a wife. Don’t you know there’s no touching, not even any talking, or anything like that when it comes to being married?” She gritted her teeth. That was her marriage, even after the short time they’d been together.
“I thought that was after fifty years?” he asked.
“Then you’re very much wrong.”
“Sean doesn’t satisfy you?”
“This isn’t a conversation I want to have with you.” She slid her hands beneath her legs.
She was in a car with a stranger. A man she didn’t know, and he’d touched her face. That one touch alone had done … something to her. Staring out of the window, she tried to ignore him.
“It will be because as far as I’m concerned, you’re going to be riding my dick the moment we get back to my place. I’d like to know who I’m dealing with.”
His words made her jerk and she looked at him, shocked. “Excuse me?”
“Your husband sang your praises. Said you were worth a million dollars as he put this very band in the center of the table. He told us all that your pussy is like gold.”
She frowned. “That’s not possible.”
“Why not?”
“Because … me and him, ugh!” She growled. The sex between her and Sean had been crap. What did this man expect from her?
****
Jared expected the injustice, the anger, the resilience. After all, he’d just gone and told a strange woman that she’d become his. She now belonged to him. Every single part of her was nothing short of curvy perfection. The moment Sean put his wedding band in the ring and showed a picture of his woman, Jared had known he wanted her. Who wouldn’t with those big tits, full hips, and rounded ass? Every part of her called to him to possess. He wanted to fuck her, to hold on to those generous hips as he pounded inside her.
He’d felt an instant heat in his cock and the need to see her in person, to take her, well, it had only gotten stronger. What he found even more fascinating than her indignation was her curiosity. Rose wanted him, or at least her body did. The shirt she wore molded to every single curve and the tightness of her nipples were a calling to be sucked. When he first saw her tonight, he thought he was going to have to go easy on her, but there was something between husband and wife, something he wasn’t quite sure of.
What Rose Miles didn’t realize was the true extent of ownership he now claimed over her. The moment Sean had placed the wedding band within the circle, lawyers had been called, documents already signed. All he needed to do now was get Rose to sign them, and of course, the necessary paperwork was being drafted for her to become his in every sense of the word.
He closed the door behind him and watched as she stood, hands clenched at her sides, waiting for whatever instruction she needed. Along with the marriage documents, he’d organized
a full background check so he could know everything there was to know about his wife.
She glanced around the apartment.
What was she thinking? She bit her lip. Those white teeth sinking into the flesh but not drawing blood. He wanted to run his thumb across her lip, to know everything about her, and this was indeed a unique situation.
Most women kept his attention for only a few minutes. He could fuck them and forget them just as fast. There was no doubt he was damn good in bed. When it came to the opposite sex, he never went out of his way to make them comfortable.
Walking past her, he went straight to his whiskey stand and poured them both a small glass. He didn’t say a word as he moved back to her. She still stood in his corridor. Placing the glass in her hand, he stared at her, waiting.
She took a sip, wrinkled her nose, and downed the rest.
Smiling, he took the glass from her and moved toward his kitchen, putting them in the sink. He gripped the edge of the counter, realizing he had two options here. One, leave her alone and allow her to become accustomed to what was happening, while getting blue balls in the process. The second, go out and see if his suspicions were correct.
He stared at the wall ahead of him.
This wasn’t like him. He wasn’t a nice man. To get what he wanted and where he was, he’d hurt people, and he had no remorse about that.
Slamming his hand down on the edge of the kitchen sink, he then moved out to where she still stood.
She looked at him, and he kept his gaze on her.
Time stood still.
Choices.
He closed the distance, sinking his fingers into her hair. He didn’t talk, tilted her head back, and slammed his lips down on hers.