CHERISH

by Dani Wyatt

  Like this.

  She’s as sweet and juicy as an overripe peach. I swear she tastes better every time. I slurp and swallow as her hands come down to grip the sides of my head. My fingers take control of her lush thighs, spreading her, following her manic, up-and-down, up-and-down motion with enthusiasm.

  I lick and suck. Rasping my teeth over her clit until she cums with such a shudder it's like she's possessed. Quaking and shivering, she runs sweet cum into my mouth and I swallow her nectar with pride.

  My balls throb. My cock demands his own just reward but I’m not done with my little girl. I want one more from her because I can feel the animal in me clawing forward. When I get my cock inside her, it’s not going to be gentle.

  Hard, rough and fast. I want her soaking and moaning and ready when it happens.

  I give her a few seconds to re-group, tickling her outer lips with my tongue. Then I’m face deep inside her again. My tongue wants to be everywhere. I’m winding up and down in each fold. I’ve been here so many times and it will never be enough. Her pussy is my home.

  She falls over into another gushing orgasm, my name on her lips as I bite down on her clit. She practically levitates off the bed.

  I pull back for a second, listening to her soft moans and admiring her dripping opening.

  “Come here.” I reach for her hands, gently pulling her up as her glazed eyes barely focus.

  I guide her hips up and over me as I lay down on the bed.

  “Hop on. I want that pussy on my face. Show me what you need.” My hands come up and around her thighs until I’ve got two giant handfuls of ass, and I'm pulling her hips down so the masterpiece of her pussy covers my mouth.

  I lick her outer lips, then flick her clit with my tongue. I want all of her at once. I want to devour her, ruin her and stick a damn flag in the ground like Neil Armstrong claiming the moon. She’s all mine. Every juicy inch. I count myself the luckiest man on earth because of it.

  I settle my mouth over her clit, playing with the hard button, using the tip of my tongue until she starts to take what’s hers. I love her like this. There is nothing sexier than seeing my girl needy, knowing I’m the only one who will give her what she craves. She’s twitching, grinding down on my mouth, soaking my face until her juice is dripping down through the scruffy two-day beard that covers my jaw.

  I groan right along with her. I’m pretty fucking sure I enjoy this more than she does.

  She whimpers my name a few times and I stuff my tongue as far into her clutching cunt as it can reach. My name’s still on her lips. Along with some ‘Oh my Gods’ but I think I’m the one who sees Jesus. When your girl cums while calling your name and God’s in the same breath, you are as close to the holy land as mortal man can be.

  Her body shudders and she drenches my mouth with her release. I gulp and breathe, taking every drop lovingly down my throat.

  My hands shift up to her waist, guiding her to sit down above my head. I pull her into position, bringing her farther down, and for the moment my new favorite thing is my mouth on one of her glorious tits as it dangles over my face.

  I suck her deep, hard, and then move to the other side, taking a moment to admire her from this angle.

  Her hair is hanging down over us like a shimmering white curtain.

  “I have to be fair,” I say as my mouth goes from one tit to the other. “I don’t want this one getting jealous and then some crazy tit fight breaks out between the girls here.” I smother myself with her softness as I listen to her halted breathing.

  After a few heated minutes of breast worship, I push her back a few more inches so I can see her stunning face. Her hair cascading down like an ivory waterfall over her shoulders and into my face.

  “Put me inside you.” I lower my voice, rumbling because I need her around me and I want her to do it. “Put my dick inside you like you fucking mean it.”

  I want to see her riding me. Showing me who she really is when we are like this.

  I don’t want her reserved or holding back. When we are naked, fucking, making love, I want all of it, I want all of her. I don’t want her thinking; I want her giving herself to me on such a primal level, I could do anything to her and she would accept it.

  Her hand comes down between her legs to grip the base of my cock. My entire body aches with how much I want her. How much my entire being wants to be inside of her. She shimmies her hips into position, holding every luscious inch of herself over me for my hands to play with and cherish.

  “Take it, babe. Let me see you take it all at once.”

  The glistening, slick lube that her body makes just for me is leaving a trail as it runs down her inner thighs. I feel the soaking heat as she brushes the leaking, engorged head of my cock to her opening, dancing it back and forth there for a moment and pushing me to the edge of insanity.

  “Fuck Daddy, babe. Wrap that pussy around me.”

  Her scent is on my face and her eyes roll back as she brings her incredible, finger-diggin-good, hips down, gobbling up nearly every inch of me in one glorious pussy suck.

  My hands grab at her, paw everywhere over her skin because I want it all. She’s fucking mine and I want her to know it. Feel it. I’m on her tits, her hips, shoulders, down each arm until she twists my fingers with hers just to stop me. I'm watching her move herself onto me until her mouth opens and her eyes lock on mine.

  “I love you,” I grunt, breaking the moment, but she needs to hear me right now. I want her to feel the meaning behind the words because they are too small, too insubstantial, to carry the full meaning behind them.

  “I love you too.” Her breathless voice floats out on a whisper and I want to fuck her into forever.

  She’s raising the beast. Today will not be about slow love making. I need it raw and primal. The tension in my gut is tightening into a knot.

  “Promise me you will remember how much I love you. Because I’m about to fuck you like I don’t.”

  Her eyes are pleading and needy and perfect. I let her hands go, settling them on my chest so she can safely hold herself and take me damn near into her belly. I shift upward to meet her strokes, harder and faster, urging us on. Straining against the tightness of her cunt.

  “Fuck me like that, like you need me,” I growl as I move one hand from her waist, grazing over her quivering belly, between her tits and then to clutch around her throat.

  Anything and everything about the world around us disappears. We are lost in that place only meant for us, where time stretches and bends. Where light glows around us as two separate people turn into one.

  I tighten my grip at her throat, just enough so she knows who I am, who she belongs to. I can see the fire flash in her eyes and Promise moves like a freight train, her hips grinding on me until my balls lock up and scream for mercy.

  I thrust up like a rutting boar, causing her to wince. Her walls clutch around my thickness when I move this deep. I meet her downward movement with two more belly thumping thrusts until she soaks me and the linens underneath us, and her pussy snaps shut around the base of my dick.

  “Fuck, that’s so good, babe. God, I’m so close.” I’ve got my eyes pinned on hers as I see a small devilish smile on her pink, pouty lips. My words push her over the edge and her pussy clenches, and that’s all I need. My girl always cums first, but sure as shit I’m right on her heels. “Make me cum, babe. Make Daddy cum.” That’s all it takes before her sweet, clinging heat seals our fate.

  Her orgasm sucks on my cock and it’s the most glorious thing I’ve ever felt. I cum with a thick groan. My hands shake as I dig into her hips, holding my cock as deep as she can take. Every cell of my body explodes with pleasure, so much pleasure that I could never describe it. Multiply your best moment ten times and you still won't be anywhere close to how it feels to cum inside her.

  Promise’s body shakes, and angelic sounds fly from her lush lips. We ride out our climax for what seems like an eternity until she lays her body down onto my chest, her h
air cascading over my smile.

  We pant and melt together, and somewhere inside, my inner wolf howls at the fucking moon.

  Beckett

  I’ve got my laptop open as I sit at my work table, my fingers hovering over the keys.

  Promise's soft snoring makes me smile to myself. I wanted her to sleep, and apparently a baker’s dozen of orgasms was my girl’s brand of Ambien.

  I’ve answered a couple e-mails to Icon Publishing. Our conference call went off well earlier, in spite of Louis’s absence and all this madhouse shit going on. They had some questions about his absence, but bottom line is they are all about the bottom line. After a few questions and answers, almost everything is decided. They’ve got an assistant helping me with the website, and responding to Facebook messages from kids and parents. I hate to have to pass on some of the duties, but a man can only juggle so much and Promise needs me.

  Thank God the contract is already signed and Louis walked me through the legalese. Because, truth is, that shit is not my boat. I have some minor decisions to make about promotional channels but it will all come together. I’ve got far bigger hills to die on right now.

  Icon wired me another advance payment and that looked mighty nice in the bank account. I’ve got a decent amount of scratch saved up, but since I opted out of another round on the government’s payroll, I need to get the future squared away.

  But, first thing’s first.

  Jordan.

  I scroll through some research I’ve been doing when a new email pops up from Brendan. He’s been plugging along with Louis’s sister and he's also been looking into any legal recourse we may have to bring Jordan back. I click and read the message.

  Dude, Louis is holding all the legal cards. There’s no way you will be able to get Jordan back through legit channels. With custody established, he’s the biological father. The law's on his side at every turn. He’s violating the visitation agreement if he misses scheduled visitation, but our government isn’t going to do jack shit about that. Egyptian law will protect him. Got a text message from Louis’s sister. All it said was, ‘Spoke to family. All is well. Jordan is safe and cared for.’ I know you’ve been running like a dog, but you may want to give her a call, see if you can get her to talk to you. I’ll call you later. On my way out to see my kids. Every Wednesday evening and every other weekend sucks man. It sucks.

  I look over to see Promise tucked under the covers. Her hair is splayed out behind her in white-blonde waves. Her mouth is open just a bit. She’s curled into a half ball with her arms clutching the pillow.

  I think for a moment about getting her safely set up with Bruce in a few hours, and then getting my ass on a plane to visit Rehema. I think she knows more than she’s letting on, and Canada is a friendly neighbor.

  But that isn’t the plan.

  I need Jeremy first. I can pluck something from him. I know it, gut deep. Seeing he’s been a player in Louis’s life since before we even suspected, there's definitely more that he can tell us. Especially about Holly and Louis. I doubt I can trust Jeremy any more than I can trust Holly, but the difference is I can apply pressure I couldn't with her.

  Something stinks and those two are just two carp in the septic tank.

  “Nope. No. No. And nope.” I hold open the door to the Suburban and wait patiently for my beautiful pain in the ass to hop inside.

  She gives me the stare. “I know him. I can help. Besides, I’ll just be sitting here going crazy worrying.”

  I won’t budge. I need to have a man to man with Rendell. Not sure he deserves the ‘man’ title, but I’m going to give it to him for the moment. I'm not sure when she decided that going with me was a good idea. I thought she was cool with that particular decision. Hell, there are things I might have to do that I do not want my wife to witness.

  We’re also going to get our asses out of the loft. So in my spare time, I’m trying to figure out where we will lay our heads and hopefully raise about fifteen kids. Wherever we land, I want it to be perfect for her.

  “Get. In.” I want to spank her ass, but instead I slide my fingers up behind her neck, into her hair, pull her head back and kiss her until our teeth clink together. Her tongue doesn’t hesitate when I go exploring. The flavor of her kiss ignites my inner dog.

  She’s quiet on the ride to Bruce’s apartment. I grasp her hand in mine for the twenty-minute drive. Her lips remain slack, but I can see the strain on her face and in her slumped shoulders. We’ve only been married a couple of days. This is not the beginning we thought we would have.

  I am a new person with her. For the first time in my life, I'm me. She’s shown me who I am without trying to change me or manipulate me. It’s magic. Before her, the only time I felt like the true version of myself was out in the field with my SEAL brothers. Out there, we were so focused on the mission in front of us, we’d walk through hell or high water to get it accomplished.

  She’s released a wild part of me but at the same time, I’m tamed. I will never look at another woman again. That is etched in stone. She’s my first in so many ways. Promise pierced through to my heart and that’s something no one else had ever done. That's the most important first of them all.

  By the time we walk hand in hand down the hall toward Bruce’s apartment, I’m relieved that she will be safe and settled here for the next few hours while I extract some truth nuggets out of Rendell.

  Bruce swings the door open with a smile, holding his trademark coffee mug. He takes a swig and gives us his devilish smile.

  “Howdy.” He laughs.

  He’s wearing a t-shirt that says, ‘Let Your Freak Flag Fly’ with a stylized picture of Joseph Stalin. His perfectly pressed, flat-front khakis are paired with bare feet.

  I shake my head, but the truth is he raises the needle on the happy meter. It doesn't matter what the circumstances are.

  “There’s the happy couple. You guys sure know how to honeymoon. Fuck Fiji, right?” He cracks himself up with a stomp of his foot and a nose snort.

  “Shut up,” Promise says with a playful slap to his shoulder.

  He winces and steps back. “Sorry. I don’t know what the fuck else to say. I’m not good at serious.” He looks at me with raised eyebrows and pulls his bottom lip down like he’s in trouble with mom. Then he gives me a playful sneer and a waggle of his eyebrows. “Don’t hurt me, big, scary man.”

  “I second the ‘shut up.’” I repeat Promise’s playful words and Bruce let’s out an exasperated stream of air and shuts the door behind us.

  “So, do you two have any good news?” He steps toward the kitchen table, giving us a crooked smile.

  Promise looks at me, then out toward the balcony. The sun is dappled behind the early evening clouds. She takes a few steps into the room and settles herself on the sofa like it's her own place. The soft, yellow skirt and cream colored cardigan she’s wearing make her look even more doll-like than usual. She’s woven her silky hair into a single long braid that starts at the nape of her neck, but then curves around and hangs down over her left shoulder, settling just on top of the swell of her chest.

  And I can’t tear my eyes away from her.

  We aren’t telling anyone about the baby yet, so searching for a safe answer to Bruce’s question isn’t that simple.

  “A little. We got a text and a picture of Jordan. He looked okay. Got a line on his sister in Canada too, and some info from Promise’s mother. She’s been a real treat.”

  Promise shakes her head and gazes back out to the balcony, eyes vacant, twisting her hands in her lap.

  “I’m leaving here to go have a little chat with Jeremy.”

  Bruce lets out a disdainful snort. “Wear protection. That guy’s so dirty, I wouldn’t go within ten feet of him without a body sized condom on me.”

  Bruce cracks himself up, takes a long swig of his coffee and walks toward me to lay a supportive slap on my shoulder.

  “I’ll be okay.” I can’t help but smile at the guy. “Take care of
her. See if you can get her to eat.”

  Promise shoots me a look. I don’t give a shit. Taking care of her is priority one, and getting some food in her is mandatory.

  “I’m a pro at reservations and take out. I’ll whip up something delicious with my phone and my credit card.”

  I reach back to grab my wallet and take out two hundred-dollar bills. I fold them twice and tap them into the front pocket of Bruce’s pants. Probably the biggest thrill he’s had in months.

  He starts to protest but I catch his eye and take a deep breath that inflates my chest about three inches. He gives me a little nod.

  “Take. Care. Of. Her.” I look him straight in the eye so he understands I am not just talking about ordering pizza.

  “You promised you would call me in an hour,” Promise chimes in with a hint of brattiness as I turn to see her cross her arms over her belly. The thought of what is inside her right now douses my caveman possessive streak with gasoline. I want to grab her, get us on a plane and disappear where she and our baby will be safe forever.

  But I can't do that.

  “You be nice to him,” Bruce shoots at Promise, throwing a loose arm over my shoulders. “If you ever leave him, I’m going to start some re-programming and see if I can get him to play for the winning team for a change.” Bruce let’s his arm fall to his side and winks.

  “I love you, man, but that’s not damn likely,” I say, my eyes still fixed on my girl who shakes her foot and scrunches her face.

  “Oh, well. Can’t fault me for tryin’. My dry spell’s turned into a full on drought. So forgive me, all I have left are my fantasies. I won’t confirm or deny that you star in any of them.” His mischievous grin lightens the mood as much as possible and I shake my head in exasperation.

  I step toward Promise, crouch down in front of her, grab her arms with my hands and open them up. I take her warm, trembling fingers in my palms.