“I told you if you wore that shade of red on your lips there would consequences.” I eye my green-eyed hellion and watch a beautiful arrogant smile tip up the sides of her mouth.
“I know, Mr. Blackthorne. I know.” She gracefully slips to her knees, parting my thighs. The red of her dress makes the green of her eyes stand out and I’m captivated by her beauty all over again. She thinks we have an hour and a half ride back to New York City and the kids, but I’ve changed our plans. Her best friend, Emberly, has agreed to watch them while I woo my bride all over again.
As if reading my thoughts or because she knows me so damn well, she arches a brow at me as her fingers work my zipper free. “You’ve been quiet all evening. Even while the new economics professor at BU hit on me. You’re up to something and if you’re not going to tell me, maybe I should torture it out of you.” I’m enjoying where she’s taking this sex kitten act.
“I didn’t need to say anything. My murderous look said it all.”
She purses her lips in that cute little way that makes me want to kiss her until we both forget what day it is.
“Touché. Now he’ll fear the very sight of me.”
“He should,” I groan letting my head fall back against the padded seat of the limo.
Soft fingers find my cock and pull me free of my boxers. I spread my legs wider for the love of my life and slide down in the seat a bit. Watching her give her time to all the people at the ribbon cutting ceremony tonight pushed my patience to the limits. I’ve wanted her since watching her slip the red number on.
I watch in awe as she holds my gaze, parts those devilish red lips that have had my cock hard all night and slips them over the crown of my arousal and takes me deep; so fucking deep the head of my cock is now caressing the back of her throat. I want to let go within the confines of her mouth but I hold back. The evening is just getting started and I have a lot planned for my beautiful wife.
Five long months of sharing her time while she established a new scholarship program to help unwed mothers is in place and the new wing of Blackthorne University she personally saw funded has be celebrated, ribbon cut and everyone toasted as of twenty minutes ago. Now my wife is mine again and I don’t plan on letting her out of my site until I’ve had my fill. Starting now.
She starts to work me, wrapping her delicate hand around my shaft, working the tip with her mouth greedy-like. She’s hungry for me and that makes me even harder for her.
She groans around my fat cock, passing her tongue over the delicate underside, making me give a little thrust. It also makes me spill more pre-cum and my sweetness has always loved the taste of me on her wet tongue.
My voice is deep, gruff. “That’s it, feed the wild little kitten inside you. Take me deeper. I want to feel the back of that throat. Fuck, Rosalee, that mouth is heaven and hell.”
Her breath catches as I pump up into her hot mouth. Her eager little moans have my hot seed ready to spill. I reach around and tug down the zipper to her evening gown and my balls draw up tight at the sight of her heavy breasts spilling free. I cup them and love the feel of their weight in my hands. I take a nipple between my fingers work the tip the way she likes.
My hand slides down to cup her ass through her dress and my other work her hair lose until the blonde lengths fall below her shoulders. “I’m going to come in your mouth, baby.” The soft dome light overhead shows streaks of red lipstick on my cock and I feel owned.
Fire boils in my veins and my load shoots into her mouth. She works me, taking it all in, drinking me down like she’s walked the Sahara and I’m all she craves to quench her thirst.
I haul her up from the floor and she straddles me. Her frilly part of her dress around her thighs. We roll to a stop just as her phone rings.
Our eyes lock. I know she’s worried about the kids, but they are in good hands.
She reaches for her clutch but I toss it to the other side of the limo. “Not tonight. Tonight, you’re mine. All mine.”
“The kids, Gideon. Emberly. She’ll need to get back home. We’ve already been out for hours.” Worry lines pop up between her brows.
My hands slide up and I squeeze her breasts still filled with milk from giving birth only months before, making Rosalee gasp and tremble in my hands. I tease her nipples and she arches into my touch. My spent cock is already hard again and I know she can feel me against the thin fabric of her panties. She’s worn an evening gown that she thinks helps hide all her newly acquired curves. I hate to break it to her but it only enhanced them more and made her look all the more delicious. I wasn’t the only man at tonight ribbon cutting ceremony to think the say either. I’m just the only one who gets to enjoy unwrapping all this lusciousness.
“They are fine. I’ve already taken care of it and Emberly loves baby Rosa. I wouldn’t be surprised if she kidnaps all three of them and takes them home for the weekend.” Sweet Rosa is nine months old and our twin boys are now fourteen and adore their baby sister. We went through a long period of infertility after the twins but were finally blessed with a baby girl. I wouldn’t have pulled us away or left them under the care of a trusted friend if I didn’t believe everyone to be safe.
Her eyes narrow on me. “I knew you were up to something. Always standing off to the corner on the phone. Every time I looked around for you that contraption was glued to your ear.”
I shrug and pull her in for a deep kiss of those ruby smeared lips.
When she comes up for air she realizes we’ve stopped long before reaching the city.
“Where are we?”
“It’s a surprise.” We moved to New York City after she completed her masters in psychiatry and left our house on the cliff as a retreat of sorts. As for me, I can work from anywhere and if the Big Apple is where my baby needs to be, then so do I. It’s been a couple of years since we could make it back here and I can’t wait to get her inside and lock her away from the rest of the world. Even if it is for only a night. Maybe two, if I’m lucky.
I wrap a knuckle on the divider separating us from the driver signaling that will be all for the evening then walk my bride inside and seal the door shut.
Her dress semi clings to her ample bust as I let her slide down my body. The second her feet hit the floor she takes a step back. Then another.
She tsks. “You’ve been busy planning haven’t you.” She takes in the freshly cleaned house. The sofa where we made love our first night here after Lux and the fireplace where I revealed my deepest, darkest secrets to her.
“You approve?” I ask, already seeing the answer pass over her sweet expression.
She takes another step away from me, kicking off her high heels.
“Where are you running to, sweetness?” I ask, with a hungry smile.
She hikes the ends of her dress, her smile turning devilishly. “You’ll have to catch me to find out.”
She turns and I’m on her before she can take three steps.
“Gideon,” she screams with a delighted shrill as I swing her into my arms and take the stairs two at a time. I slowly push open our bedroom door and flickering candle light greets us.
I look on seeing her eyes widen in surprise and I know all my planning has paid off just to see the love in her eyes as she turns those pretty gems on me.
I lower her to the floor and follow her as she follows the trails of rose pedals leading to the bathroom where a warm bubble bath awaits. I drop my clothes as we go and by the time she swings the double doors open and turns back to me all she sees in her man hard and ready to please her. To pamper and love her. To show her my world revolves around her.
I fist my arousal, precum dripping from the tip and stroke the length from root to tip.
“First, a hot bubble bath, then a nice massage from yours truly and then I’m going the ravish you until you pass out or the sun comes up. Or both.”
I place a tender kiss on the hollow of her neck and she shudders.
“I…uh… think I’m a little over dressed for the occasion. Will yo
u help me?” She talking to me but her eyes haven’t left my hand as I pleasure myself.
“Help me. Now. Blackthorne or so help me God I won’t be responsible for ruining this gown when I rip it off me.”
Her bottom lip pouts and I swear it’s the sexiest thing to see her all flustered and eager.
“Yes ma’am.” I growl.
I grab either side of her dress and tug, not caring about the shape it’s in as long as I can get her naked faster. Left in nothing put a thong and pasties I go for the treasure first and peel away the little nipple covers to find beads of milk dripping free.
Fuck. I’m lost. I dive in and taste her sweet milk. I know she’ll need to pump soon, but I don’t plan on letting any of that sweet milk go to waste.
“Fuck, Gideon, that feels soo good.” Her hands are in my hair as I feast.
Tatters of red cloth fall to the floor and my cock slides between her thighs when I pull her close. I slip my thumb into the band of her thong and tug the soaked cloth away to join the dress on the floor. My dick has a mind of its own and knows where home is and hones in on her hot channel. I take a leg in hand and pull her up to straddle my waist.
“How about we skip straight to the making me come so much I pass out?”
As far as answers go, my big cock slides into her dripping wet pussy and I’m fully seated in her, her walls clenching me tight.
I claim her lips in a crushing kiss fused with all the love I have for my wife. We’ve come a long way together. Raised a family, created schools and helped poverty-stricken areas around the world. To try and give back to the world that allowed our love to happen in the first place.
I grip her ass and love the feel of the plumpness in my hands. I raise her up and drive back in, taking her deep. I find the nearest wall and pin her to it, my cock tunneling into her drenched, sticky wet pussy over and over again until I’m so lost in the feel of her gripping me tight that my heavy balls are ready to put another baby in her.
Every inch of me is wet with our arousal and her heavy panting in my ear and nails against my back drives me harder and faster.
I slow my pace and cup the sides of her face, taking her lips with mine in a bruising kiss. “You’ve made me a proud husband and a proud father but most of all you’ve made me happy.”
Rosalee leans her forehead against mine and clenches her pussy around my shaft. “Happy is such a weak word for what you make me, husband.” She leans into me and I take all her weight and it’s the best feeling in the world to have all her heat wrapped around me.
I kiss her feverishly again and she groans into my mouth at the feel of my cock swelling with my coming release.
She rolls her nipples and I hold her steady when her head falls back and her channel begins to milk me. I thrust into her giving her every thick inch of my cock, and just as my release hits hers does too.
“Come with me, baby, give me all my sweetness.” I lean in and take a nipple in my mouth sucking hard loving the taste of her milk on my tongue. Both tits are leaking now and I move between them giving her multiple orgasms.
“I’m coming,” she screams and her pussy tightens around me with every pulse. I unload my seed into her before we fall onto the bed. I hold myself over her, my arousal still buried to the hilt inside her.
Her eyes dreamily open and when I see those gorgeous eyes find mine, I fall in love all over again. She wraps her legs around my waist.
“How about we try that again, only this time I’m on top?”
She rolls us and I go with it. I have a goddess straddling me, her hair mused and fucking sexy as hell.
“I love you, Gideon Blackthorne.” She moans, her delicate nails digging into my abs. Heavy breasts drip milk over us as she begins to move her hips. I’m instantly hard for the woman I love and I know for a fact we’re not leaving here until she carrying another baby.
“Not nearly as much as I love you, sweetness.”
A decade and a half. It’s hard to think that much time has passed since I found the one woman who made my life worth living. I grip her hips and I make sweet, slow love to the woman who completes me.
The End
He's totally off-limits but that's where all the fun begins.
We all know the rules. No touching, no kissing, and definitely no f**king the professors. But no ever said I couldn't strip my virgin body for the totally hands off, utterly delicious dean. Right?
During the day we pretend he's nothing more than the dean of my university and me just another honey-eyed brunette student. But when nighttime rolls around I'm the virgin stripper on stage making us both hot and wild for one another.
But it's not all peaches and cream. When financial problems strike and I'm left homeless and no way to pay my tuition, the dominate, always-in-control blue eyed dean step in to help.
But he's no hero and I'm no swooning damsel. What we have is raw, unfiltered and…wrong?
When he walks me through his front door we're both in trouble, because it's only a matter of time before his control snaps and the real fun begins between the dean and his student.
Author's Naughty Note: Leave your panties at the door because you won't be needing them! This hot, deliciously sinful and perfectly forbidden student teacher romance is sugary sweet and oh-so-filthy! Enjoy! As always this is safe with a HEA & NO CHEATING!
Sneak Peek
“Get dressed, Amber. We need to talk.” His tight expression looks like he thinks we’re breaking twenty different laws but we’re not.
He turns as though he’s going to walk off and leave me masturbating on his deck. But I see the bulge in his pants. He’s probably heading straight for the bathroom for a little hand relief.
“What’s wrong? I want more Maddox and not just your tongue this time.” No reason in hiding the truth that’s glaringly obvious. But that doesn’t keep my face from turning red or the flush from spilling over to my breasts. I can be bold, but it doesn’t mean I’m not shy.
“You little hellion. Fuck…sweetheart. What the hell are you doing to me?” He rubs at his chest. “You can’t have more and neither can I. Let last night be a memory and nothing more.”
He takes several deep breaths. “A mistake that won’t happen again.”
“Was it a mistake?” I demand, unmoving, and I can tell I’m inciting the fires in him again and it’s glorious to witness.
“You know it was, now, get dressed in…whatever…I don’t care and don’t patronize me, young lady,” he snaps with a rough, growly voice that does a wonderful job of stroking my libido.
“What? Are you my daddy now?”
His brows pinch over the rim of his sunglasses, and I would give anything to see his eyes right now. They’re probably flames of brilliant blue that rival the hottest fire known to man.
“You wish. I’d have you over my knee and spanking that tight ass of yours until you see reason. Maybe that’s what you need.”
“A daddy who spanks me or the spanking?” I bite my lip to keep from laughing at the scowl he makes.
“Clever girl.”
He was fucking hard and horny. Just a little more pushing…
I put my feet together and spread my thighs butterfly style. I continue to stroke my clit in lazy circles, taking care to make sure he sees me slip the tip of my finger into my tight, untouched slit. A cool breeze kicks up mixed with the heat of his stare, and I plant my heels into the soft towels under me and raise just a fraction with a moan. “Oh,” I cry out in a fit of frustration.
“Maddox, it’s hurting again.” I pinch my nipples. “It’s not the same. Not like when you do it.”
“Jesus Christ,” he curses under his breath, and he has his shirt off and tossed on the floor of the deck in the next second.
Through the narrow slits of my eyes I see the uncontrolled hunger in his eyes as he parts my legs and drags and finger through my drenched channel.
“Son of a bitch, you’re fucking burning up with need, aren’t you? What’s wrong? How long have
you been out here working this pretty cunt in the sun, sweetheart?”
“Forever. Too long. I’ve tried but I can’t—you’ve broken me.”
Chapter One
Forty-eight hours earlier…
Amber
I sigh loudly and slump into the seat of my car. You know you’ve reached a new low in life when a fortune cookie has better advice for your life plan than you do. I stare at the tiny slip of paper until the words blur and a blast of traffic horns tear me out of my daze.
I should have known trouble would come for me in threes. It’s about that time. It started with this one fortune cookie and it all went downhill from there. I consider the oddly-shaped edible a moment longer and then tighten my fingers into a fist, crushing the fried bits of dough into a thousand crumbs.
At the tender age of eight is when it first happened with the sudden death of my mom, which led to my father’s first overdose and then another round in rehab. He promised it would never happen again, but he no more kept that promise than my mother did by promising she would quit hitting the bottle. I guess the decision was taken out of her hands after she went on one binger too many.
That ugly string of events landed me in child protective services for the first time, and at that young age I didn’t truly understand how dark the world could get.
Thank God I’m a fast learner or I might not have made it to the next round of shitty events that struck like a lightning bolt.
Three days after my sixteenth birthday the rule of three came looking for me again and this time said hello with a broken window, a broken arm, and an equally shattered heart.
All in that order in less than twenty-three seconds. If you ever wondered how fast life can change directions, there you have it. That was the fifth time I landed in protective services and I swore to myself it would be the last. I would never again let my parent’s craptastic choices rule my life.
My then teenage boyfriend thought I had a thing for my calculus teacher and believed heaving a hefty rock through my window would settle any misunderstandings between us. That night I learned a few things: Druggie fathers can’t protect their daughters. They’re too busy scoring their next hit. And the second lesson was trust and love is earned, never freely given.
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