by Sky Corgan
My heart had never been filled with so much love. I didn't even know I was capable of loving so much. My wonderful husband and my amazing miracle. My little family.
The doctor didn't approve for me to have sex again for a full six weeks after the birth. Around four weeks, I started getting antsy, missing Gavin's touch. I tried to tease him, seduce him in the kitchen wearing only an apron when he came home from work one day. I even went to the trouble of cooking dinner, something I'd never done for him before. He shut me down, telling me he didn't want me to push myself. I was pissed off at him all night. My hormones still out of whack from having newly given birth, I made him sleep on the sofa. When I awoke early the next morning to go to the bathroom and found him curled up on the floor of the nursery, guilt took over, and I called him back to bed.
He's been an amazing father. Wanting to make sure I'm alright, he hired someone to come help me during the daytime. At night, he takes over. Sometimes, I think he hogs the baby. Or that maybe he favors our son more than me. But every time I express my insecurities, he quells me with a gentle touch and soothing words, confessing his profound love for me.
“Life is perfect, and this is everything I ever wanted,” he tells me as he sits on the sofa with Evan on his lap.
I rest my head on his shoulder, staring down at our son. He has my blue eyes and Gavin's dark hair. Thankfully, I think he favors Gavin more.
“He's going to be a ladykiller someday,” Gavin says before making a face at the baby.
“Just like his father?” I raise an eyebrow.
“There's only one lady I want in my life.” He leans over to give me a kiss. “Well, you and my mom. And your mom. And...I suppose the rest of my female family members.”
“I get it.” I giggle. “But I get most of your attention?”
“Always.” He smiles at me. “Because you are mine.”
“I am yours,” I agree, not wanting to be anywhere else in the world.
I start marking down the days until we can have sex again on a kitten calendar that I posted on the wall in the kitchen. Gavin told me it looks tacky, and he asked why I don't just use the calendar on my phone. When I explained to him why I bought it and was marking down the days, he seemed to hate it a lot less. Now he smirks every time he looks at it and sees another black X.
Finally, the glorious day arrives. I wait at the door for him like a puppy awaiting the return of their master. If I had a tail, it would be wagging when I hear his car pull up into the garage.
It's crazy how much I've grown to rely on Gavin. How much I love being around him. In the beginning, I wasn't even sure we'd be able to stand each other. He was always so demanding and possessive. But now, I couldn't imagine my life without him. I'm so damn in love that even watching him leave for work in the morning makes my heart ache. All I want is for my husband to return safely every day. He is my blessing. A miracle, much like our little Evan.
“Honey, I'm home,” he calls out as the door to the garage swings open.
I'm standing so close to it that he jerks back, startled to see me there. He's clutching a bouquet of roses in his arm and a bottle of wine in his hand. My face lights up at the sight of him.
“You must have remembered!” I say, reaching out to take the roses from him.
“How could I have forgotten? You set a reminder on my phone.” He cocks a brow at me, and my cheeks flame.
“I'd forgotten about that,” I admit sheepishly. I set the reminder when Gavin and I were in the waiting room at the pediatricians for Evan's first checkup. I thought it would be funny if Happy Sex Day popped up on his phone while he was at work. I hope he found it amusing.
“Do you want to eat out or in? I can make reservations somewhere,” he offers, continuing to the kitchen to put the wine in the refrigerator.
“There's only one thing I'm hungry for tonight.” I've seriously had a one track mind all day. Before I put anything in my mouth, my other hole needs to be filled.
“And what's that?” he asks, not catching the connotation of my words.
I walk up to him, aggressively grabbing his crotch and backing him up against the closed refrigerator like a predator cornering her prey. “Your big. Hard. Cock.”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
GAVIN
Who'd have thought that my timid little virgin would turn into a sex Goddess? I doubt I could run from her tonight if I tried, not that I want to. She thinks I haven't been pent up. She doesn't know that I've been feverishly pleasuring myself in my office these past few weeks to thoughts of her spread legs and now full breasts. I didn't want her to feel guilty for having to deny me, so I haven't spoken about my desire for her. Besides, her health is way more important than me getting my nut off.
When I thought I might lose her in the hospital when she was delivering our son, I was certain I'd die right beside her. It felt like my heart was being physically wrenched from my chest from her every cry of pain. There was so much blood. The scent of it filled the room. The only thing that kept me from passing out from the sight of it was the fear of her dying. If it were to happen, I couldn't allow myself to miss a moment of her beautiful life. She had to know I was there with her from start to finish. I wouldn't have been able to live with myself otherwise.
The doctor said it was close. He tried to rush me out of the delivery room when things got too intense, but I insisted on staying. I fell to my knees and prayed to a God I didn't even know I believed in—to anyone who was willing to listen.
Crazy thoughts went through my head. That maybe they could take my blood and give it to her. They could drain me dry if it kept her and our baby alive. Nothing mattered more to me than the two precious lives in that room.
But she pulled through, and having to wait for six weeks before she was cleared to have sex seems to have made her hornier than ever. I've caught her petting her clit in the middle of the night when she thought I was fast asleep. I held her in my arms, my cock pressed against her ass, painfully aware of what was going on. I'd have offered to help her if I wasn't so scared of hurting her, but I vowed to myself that I'd keep my hands off of her until I knew she was ready for me.
Now, she seems more than ready. She claws at the front of my pants, drawing my hard length out. I moan. My God, it feels like it's been forever since I felt her touch. She's offered to pleasure me several times since the baby was born, but I insisted that if she has to wait, I would too. It was only fair.
Now it's game on. She falls to her knees before me, sliding my cock past her lips like she's starving for it. The way her cheeks suck around my tip is so intense that I reach back to brace myself, my body jerking against the refrigerator.
“Holy fuck,” I curse.
“I've missed this so much,” she mumbles around my dick, sending waves of pleasure reverberating through me.
“Don't talk with your mouth full, dear.” I smirk down at her. “It's rude.”
She gives me the finger, and I grab it.
“Oh yes, that's exactly what you're about to do.” I slide my fingers into her ashen brown hair, moving it away from her face so I can watch her suck me off. Whether she likes it or not, I'm going to be gentle. At least for the next few weeks. I want to make sure that her body is fully healed before she feels the full fury of my pent up sexual frustration.
Althea has no reservations right now. She licks down my cock, then sucks my balls into her mouth, latching onto them as she strokes me with both hands, her fingers wringing roughly around my cock, demanding my vocalization. My knees have never felt weak from a handjob before, but right now it's like my entire world is about to fall apart and take me down with it.
“Althea,” I say her name, unsure if I'm trying to beg her to stop or continue.
Her mouth travels back up to my glans, and she impales herself on my dick, moving up and down on my length at a frenzied pace. I've never seen someone more cock hungry in my entire life. Just witnessing her intense need to pleasure me is almost enough to send me over the edge.
“Slow down, love,” I tell her with a soft hiss.
She pulls off of my dick and pouts. “I don't want to.”
“I'm sure your body is just as hungry as mine.” I offer her my hand.
As soon as she stands, she pounces on me, wrapping her legs around my waist. “I can't wait. Take me to the bedroom,” she demands, pointing.
I chuckle, shaking my head as I carry her toward the bedroom. “You're insatiable.”
“And you've been stubborn. Keeping that dick all to yourself,” she whispers seductively against the shell of my ear. My cock throbs and I feel the beast inside of me rearing its ugly head, but I quickly squash it down. No matter how much I want to pound into her cunt until she's screaming my name, I have to be reserved tonight.
“It's always been yours,” I remind her as I lie her down on her back on the bed, quickly going to work peeling her panties off. When I came home, she was in nothing but a t-shirt and underwear, sexy and easy access.
I kneel at the edge of the bed, and she splays her legs for me. Her pussy is already dripping wet. She must have been fantasizing about this all day. Her heavy scent fills my nostrils, and I take in even more of it as I bury my mouth between her legs.
“Oh,” she whimpers, her hips bucking towards me as her back arches off the bed.
It only takes a few seconds of gentle teasing before she's coming all over my face, crying out to the heavens and clawing at the comforter beneath her. I watch her writhe, my balls aching from the sexy sight of her spread before me. I haven't jacked off in nearly a week because I've been waiting for this.
As if instantly recovering, she gazes at me over her mound with a look that could set the world on fire. “Come here.” She grabs my hair, pulling me up to her.
“Jesus, Althea.” I wince from her forcefulness.
“Lie down.” She pushes me over until I'm flat on my back, my legs half hanging off the bed.
Her small hands slide into the front of my shirt, and she rips it open. The sound of buttons popping and clicking as they hit the hardwood floor is almost deafening. I can't tear my eyes away from hers long enough to care, though. The shirt is expendable. I have at least a dozen just like it.
“Mine,” she practically yells, clawing both of her hands all the way down my chest.
I let out a gasp of pain as she tears flesh as she goes. Heat sears the surface of my skin as blood bubbles up from the wounds. She's given me hickeys before, left fingernail impressions in my back, but she's never made me bleed like this.
“Calm down,” I begin to tell her, but her hand is already on my dick.
For the first time ever I fear that she's going to be too rough with me. It's almost laughable.
She's writhing on top of me, spreading her pussy lips around my shaft to slide up and down it. Her head is tilted back, her eyes fluttering under heavy lids as if she's lost in some place between here and Heaven.
“Mmm, your cunt is so fucking wet.” I rest my hands on her hips, watching her in all her amorous glory.
“I need it inside of me. Can't wait to feel it,” she moans, moving all the way up until my tip is teasing at her entryway.
The anticipation is about to kill me. My helmet is already leaking seed. It's dripping over the side of her hand.
She lets me go and starts to push her hips back, and we both groan as I fill her.
“My God, I needed this.” She places her hands on my chest as she begins to rock, taking me all the way to the root, then slowly retreating until just my tip is inside, then sinking back down to do it all over again.
“Oh yeah, baby, ride me.”
After a few long strokes, she begins pumping on me with just as much vigor as she had when she sucked me off. I can see the need in her eyes. She wants to come all over my dick, and she's not going to stop until that happens.
I clutch onto her as I take control, thrusting up into her so fast that all I can hear is her heavy breathing and her moaning into my ear. I jackhammer her pussy, my body pushing towards the edge with every thrust.
“Oh yes. Please,” she whimpers, and I know she's begging for release.
A few more quick thrusts and I feel her tight little cunt clamp around me. I can't hold on anymore, my muscles seizing as my balls empty into her wanton snatch. I cry out from the intensity of it, feeling like my very breath is being sucked from my lungs. My stomach clenches, but I don't stop pumping. Filling her. Filling her with my seed. Scared I'll plant another baby in her belly yet wanting it at the same time so that other men will know that she's claimed. I never felt more pride than watching her walk around with a full stomach carrying our child. It's too soon to hope for something like that again, though. If God wills it, then it will be, but I'm not as impatient as I was before.
I know she's mine. She loves me. She shows me every day by rushing to the door to greet me when I come home from work. She sends me sweet text messages throughout the day and pictures of Evan. She's my perfect little wife.
Althea stays on top of me until our bodies have settled. Then she dismounts, and we both climb up higher onto the bed to cuddle. As I hold her in my arms, I think about the amazing journey we've been on together.
I may have bought her, but I earned her love. It didn't come easy. Trusting each other and knowing that she only had eyes for me. Our relationship didn't happen exactly as I had planned, but there's not a day that goes by that I don't thank God for allowing me to stumble across that website. It's odd to think that something so beautiful could come from something so seedy. But here we are, as happy as two people can be together.
THE END.
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Bonus Book One
Wrong or Write
CHAPTER ONE
Most little girls dream about being princesses and marrying their fathers when they grow up. No man is as wonderful and handsome as your father when you're five years old. You don't understand the concept of romantic love and what it means to be in a relationship. The admiration you have is innocent and sweet.
I wasn't like most little girls though. While my father was an amazing man, my first prince charming was Dominick Parker. Not only did he look like a Disney prince, but he also acted like one.
He was my sister's best friend, but he never made me feel excluded, even though they were both twelve years my senior. Instead of going off on their own all the time, they'd take me with them when they went to the movies or to theme parks. We even built my tree house together.
When I was seven years old, my parents died in a tragic car accident. At the time, my sister Tammy was living in a dorm at college. She immediately moved back home to take care of me. She would have dropped college if it wasn't for Dominick. He decided to sacrifice his own free time to make sure that my sister and I were well cared for. He went to college during the day and worked at night. The only time I ever saw him was when he was handing his paychecks over to my sister.
Thanks to Domi
nick, my sister and I were able to act as close to a normal family as possible. We'd both go to school during the day, but by the time the bus dropped me off, she'd be waiting for me at home. She wasn't a replacement for Mom, but I knew she tried her best.
The years passed, and Tammy finished college and was able to get a job as a manager at the local bank. She made sure her schedule still allowed for her to be home before I got off school. With Dominick no longer needing to support us, he quit his job and started coming around more.
It was strange seeing him and Tammy together again. Not quite how I remembered it when I was a child. Then again, at twelve years old, I was beginning to understand more about how the world worked. Love was no longer a foreign concept to me. I could see the way Dominick looked at my sister. But when she looked back at him, the sentiment wasn't returned.
I thought about asking her why they weren't a couple, but the truth was that I didn't want them to be. One thing that hadn't changed through the years was my attraction to Dominick, though it had matured like the rest of me. It was a silly little girl's fantasy to one day have him as my husband. He was absolutely perfect, both physically and emotionally. Everything that a man should be.
Like my sister, I enjoyed things the way they were. Dominick came around, treating us with all the love and respect that he always had. My sister wasn't dating him, so I could still daydream that someday he would be mine. He had stuck by us for all of those years, so I took for granted thinking that he would always be a permanent fixture in my life.
Then Tammy started dating someone else, a doctor fresh out of medical school named Marcus Johnson. He was smart and caring and handsome. Not the same kind of handsome as Dominick. This man was well-dressed and into fashion. Dominick had always been more of a rugged jeans and T-shirt guy.
Though I could tell it hurt Dominick to see them together, he still remained my sister's best friend. With this new man in Tammy's life, she seemed to need Dominick less. While he didn't disappear almost completely as he had when Tammy was going to college, we didn't see him as often, and that made me sad.