by Olivia Rush
“I’m…I’m gonna come,” she moaned, her eyes winced tight.
“Come for me,” I growled. “Come hard, then I’m gonna fuck you and make you come again.”
“Don’t-stop-don’t-stop,” she moaned, now thrashing her hips so hard I could barely keep my mouth on her pussy.
Then, with a shriek and a shout, she came hard. I held down her hips, keeping my mouth on her exquisitely delicious pussy. Soon her breathing slowed, the orgasm fading from her body.
Callie reached down and grabbed my shoulders.
“I need you to fuck me now,” she said.
“Yes ma’am,” I said with a smirk.
I crawled up until I was right on top of her, the head of my cock brushing against her clit. Her body shivered at this contact, and I was so ready to be inside of her that I could hardly stand it.
“I want to feel you come on my cock,” I said, my voice a low growl. “I want to feel you get wetter and wetter while I fuck you.”
She locked her eyes on mine.
“Then you’re gonna need to put that cock of yours in me first.”
I couldn’t help but grin.
“I love you, baby,” I said.
Her expression softened.
“I love you, too,” she said. “Now fuck me, and fuck me good.”
That was all I needed to hear. I reached down and wrapped my hand around my thick, pulsing, dripping cock and placed it right between her drenched lips.
With a slow movement of my hips, I slid into her so smoothly and effortlessly that it almost felt as though Callie’s pussy was made of fine velvet. She took in all of me, wrapping her legs around my hips and guiding me in deeper and deeper until I was buried to the hilt inside of her heavenly cunt.
I held like this for a moment, savoring the feeling of her tightness wrapped around me. But the yearning of Callie’s hips made it clear that she wanted more, and she wanted it now.
So, I gave it to her. I propped myself up on my arms, my biceps and shoulders thick and tight. I pulled back my hips, my cock sliding out of her, and drove it back in hard, a moan shooting from her mouth, her breasts shaking with the impact.
I gave Callie a few more slow, deep thrusts, her pussy now so wet that my cock was totally soaked.
“Harder,” she demanded. “Faster.”
“So bossy,” I said.
“That’s why you love me.”
“One of the many reasons.”
I could only smile. Hey, she was right.
I picked up the pace of my thrusts, going deep and hard and fast, just how she wanted. Soon the bedroom air was full of grunts and shrieks and moans as I brought her closer and closer to another orgasm.
I wanted her to come, and I wanted it right then and there. She must’ve been reading my mind, because her body soon broke out into pleasured spasms. Callie held hard onto my ass while the orgasm did its work, her pussy clenching around my cock.
The sight of her coming on my prick was too much to take. My face tightened as I passed the point of no return, my cock emptying itself inside of her, the tightness of her pussy coaxing every last drop out of me.
When I was done, I could only collapse at her side. The two of us lay there for a time, holding each other close. I couldn’t imagine getting tired of fucking her.
Finally, after twenty minutes or so of wonderful lazing, she spoke.
“OK, fireman,” she said, propping herself up. “Time to get your ass out of bed and marry me!”
It was about the best sentence I could’ve imagined hearing.
CALLIE
The ceremony passed by in a blur, and before I knew it, I was freaking married. I don’t know if it was the post-pregnancy hormones or what, but I was totally outside my body the whole time, watching me and Stone say our vows at the altar. By the time I came back to my body I was in the reception hall surrounded by friends and family, all of them ready to party and celebrate my and Stone’s love.
“There’s the little lady!” said Mike, one of Stone’s coworkers at the station.
His eyes were wide and a big, dopey smile was plastered on his face he hurried toward me. At first, I was a little surprised by this strange enthusiasm, but I quickly realized that he was speaking not to me, but to Eleanor, my newborn baby girl, who was at that moment nestled in my arms, somehow sleeping soundly despite the commotion all around us.
“Here she is!” I said, leaning in and planting a big fat kiss on her precious face.
“Oh man,” said Mike, his eyes fixed on Eleanor. “She’s so freaking precious. No way a lunkhead like Stone had a part in making a little angel like this.”
“Believe it or not,” I said. “Those are his genes kicking around in there.”
“I heard that,’” said Stone, stepping up to my side, a warm smile on his face.
“Just saying,” said Mike. “I’m thinking she takes after her mother.”
“I don’t know,” I said. “She’s got some pretty broad shoulders.”
Stone and Mike laughed.
“Congratulations to you both,” Mike said. “Beautiful family, beautiful ceremony—you two really have it all here.”
“We do,” said Stone. “And I couldn’t be any happier.”
Mike raised his glass before taking his leave.
“How’s she holding up?” asked Stone, pinching one of Eleanor’s adorably fat cheeks.
“She’s being a real trooper,” I said, rocking Eleanor gently in my arms. “She’s got her dad’s cool head.”
Stone watched Eleanor as she slept, that same warm, glowing expression on his face as he had when he first saw her when she was born. It was a face that I couldn’t get enough of, a face that let me know clear as day just how happy and proud he was to be her dad.
“And her mom’s temper when she’s upset,” he said with a grin.
I gave him a playful jab in the ribs.
Stone slipped his arm around me, and the two of us watched the party unfold. Stone’s coworkers were outfitted in the same dress uniform that Stone was wearing, though by this point enough of them had swigged enough booze that their jackets and hats and gloves were long gone.
Just about all of my coworkers were there, Meg and some of the other girls, all in the process of flirting with the firemen, each of them trying to snag a firefighter of their own. As my eyes swept around the room, taking in the scene of fun and celebration, I spotted Danvers seated at one of the tables having a close chat with Chief Stokes.
“Oh no,” I said, getting Stone’s attention and pointing to the little powwow in progress. “I don’t know what’s going on there, but I have a feeling it’s bad news.”
“Let’s check it out,” said Stone.
The two of us headed over to Danvers and the chief, the two of them leaning over and speaking in the conspiratorial posture that people only get when they’ve had one too many.
“What’s this all about?” asked Stone, putting his hands on his hips as he stood in front of the pair.
“Stone Black!” said Danvers, shooting to his feet and slapping Stone hard on the shoulder. “Just the man we wanted to see.”
Chief Stokes pushed out a couple of chairs for Stone and me and we took our seats.
“Aw, look at the little princess,” said Danvers, his normally hard face turning soft and gooey as he laid eyes on the baby.
Eleanor responded to the attention by letting out a yawn and stretching out her fat arms before tucking back into a little ball at my chest. I couldn’t help but plant a big kiss on her nose.
“The chief and I got to talking about how your article’s all but won you that Pulitzer.”
“Boss,” I said, “you’re gonna jinx it. I’ve only gotten nominated.”
“That thing’s as good as yours,” he said. “After what you managed to write.”
“Anyway,” said the chief, apparently sensing that Danvers was getting a little sidetracked. “And with how you two managed to put those thieves in jail for a long, long time
, we were thinking about having an entire issue of Weekly all about the firemen at the station.”
“Like…a sexy calendar?” asked Stone.
“No,” said Danvers. “Like a full profile. Really let the city know about the men at the station.”
“And what’ll you do if all the reporters go off and marry their firemen?” I said. “Maybe start solving crimes in the process?”
“So much the better,” said the chief with a wink.
Just at that moment, a beautiful, willowy brunette in a peach dress approached the table.
“All right, all right,” she said, grabbing the chief by his big arm. “I don’t know what’s going on over here, but it can’t be more important than dancing with your wife.”
She turned toward me, and I was stunned by how pretty she was.
“I’m so happy for you two,” she said, sticking out her slim hand. “I’m Chloe Stokes.”
“Thank you,” I said. “I’ve heard a lot about you—all good things.”
She clasped her hands together, a beaming expression on her face as she took in the sight of Stone and me.
“You two are such a lovely couple. And Eleanor is just so adorable.”
“Speaking of kids,” said Chief Stokes as he looked around the reception hall. “We had a couple of those, didn’t we?”
“They’re off with Stone’s boy,” said Chloe.
She pointed to the kids’ table, where Jason and a handful of other children were busy playing and eating.
“Fast friends already,” said Chief. “And you know what—Hank’s only a year and a half older than Eleanor here. Maybe…”
“Don’t even think about pairing them off before they’ve got a chance to learn how to walk,” said Chloe with a smile.
“Just saying, just saying,” he said.
At that moment, the band began playing “In a Sentimental Mood,” and a feeling of romance took hold of me and wouldn’t let go. All I wanted was to be with the man I loved, my husband, holding him close as we danced.
“You two need to get on out there,” said Danvers. He stuck out his hands toward me. “I’ll take the little angel,” he said. “You guys go dance—this is your day.”
A warm feeling spread from my heart outward to my fingers and toes. I couldn’t believe how much love I was surrounded by.
I handed Eleanor off to Danvers and he took her and held her close, cooing at the sleeping baby.
“What do you say, wife?” asked the chief, holding out his hand to Chloe. “Shall we?”
“We shall,” she said with a smile.
And with that, the two of them stepped out onto the dance floor among the dozens of other couples.
“Hell of a day,” said Stone.
“Hell of a man,” I said.
Stone slipped his hand around my waist and led me out onto the dance floor. I tucked my head into his chest, and the two of us began slowly swaying to the music. I took in the sights of the room, of friends and family drinking and laughing and enjoying themselves, to the children all playing together, all of it wonderful and just what I’d hoped for on my wedding day.
“Have I told you how happy I am?” Stone asked before kissing me softly on the lips.
“You have,” I said. “But it’s always nice to hear.”
“You’re a wonderful mother and a wonderful wife. And I love you more than I could ever imagine loving someone.”
“Aw, now you’re just laying it on thick,” I said with a grin. “But I love you too. More than you’ll know.”
“And don’t forget,” said Stone, turning those irresistible eyes onto me, “we’ve still got the night to look forward to.”
“Oh, I haven’t forgotten,” I said.
He kissed me again and held me tight, my heart soaring with thoughts of what lay ahead in the years to come for our happy little family. I couldn’t wait to get started.
THE END
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Smokin’ Sneak Peek
Book 1 of the Hot Boys Series
Falling for a fireman is so cliché.
Yet, here I am. The elementary school teacher who’s all worked up over New York’s finest.
It started out as a simple ride along.
Now the only brass pole I want to slide down is his.
I know, good girls don’t think those thoughts, right?
Wrong!
The sculpted jaw, the tight t-shirt rippling with muscles. I’m only human.
Now, I’m the only witness to a crime. One that puts me on the run.
Solving the case is our main focus. Well, almost.
Staying at his place was supposed to be temporary. His love wasn’t expected.
Can a girl have her cake and him too?
ETHAN
The alarm at Fire Station Ladder 128 blared, its whooping whine cutting through the calm. It was time to move.
“You hear that, boys?” called out Stone Black, a huge wall of a man with short, black hair, and my best friend in the station.
“Hear what?” I asked.
Stone swatted me on the shoulder as I hopped up out of my chair where, only a few seconds ago, I’d been seated calmly, eating lunch and reading the paper.
“That smartass mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble one of these days, Ethan,” said Stone, matching my grin.
“I don’t know,” said Rick Parker, a short guy with broad shoulders and a head of rust-red hair. “Seems to work with the girls.”
“Yeah,” said Mike McDonnell, a reedy, slim guy with narrow eyes who’d joined the station around the same time I had a couple of years ago. “He gives ’em the sarcasm, and they give him, heh, well—you know.”
“I swear,” I said, starting off toward the golden, gleaming pole that led down to the first floor, “you have a few one-night stands and you get a reputation that won’t go away.”
“You guys still yakkin’ up there?” called out the stern voice of Stan Swift, the fifty-something, bearded and barrel-chested chief of the station. “I don’t wanna interrupt you all going over your dates like a couple of teenage freakin’ girls, but we’ve got a damn fire to get to.”
“You heard the man,” I said, stopping in front of the pole and turning my attention to the ten or so men formed up behind me. “Let’s get to work!”
The men all nodded, and that was that. I wrapped my hands around the cool metal of the pole and dropped down to the first floor, the alarm still blaring, now even worse from the echo of the garage. In front of me was the massive form of one of the cherry-red trucks. I stopped for a second to look it over, my hands on my hips and my mouth twitching up into a smile. Though I’d been a fireman for a couple of years now, the sight of these trucks never failed to bring a smile to my face. They made me feel like a big kid, in a way—but a big kid who could actually do some real good in the world.
“Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!” called out Chief Swift, clapping his hands together as he marched along the length of the truck. “Get dressed, grab your gear, and get ready!”
Just as I started off, however, I caught sight of something out of the corner of my eye—something small and furry. I turned just in time to see Mitch, the station Dalmatian, rush toward me, leap up, and cover my face with happy licks.
“Sorry, buddy,” I said, matching his licks with enthusiastic pets. “Fire time—you gotta sit this one out.”
I gave Mitch one last good pet and then se
t him back down and hurried over to the lockers where the rest of the crew was already well into getting ready. Once there, I pulled on my boots and threw my heavy rubber coat on over my broad shoulders, the muscles still sore from the major workout I gave them at the gym the night before.
“You ready yet, big man?” asked Mike, looking up at me from under his hat.
Standing at six-five, I was already a good amount taller than every other man in the crew. Mike, however, at five and a half feet, looked almost comical in comparison standing next to me.
“Look at you two,” said Stone as he pulled on his last boot. “He looks like a kid trying on his fireman daddy’s uniform.”
Laughs sounded out from the men.
“Hey, screw off,” said Mike, grabbing a nearby helmet and whipping it at Stone.
“Enough with the screwing around!” shouted Chief Swift. “I want you boys on the trucks in no more than two minutes.”
“What’s the situation, Chief?” I asked, getting my mind good and focused for the job ahead.
“We’ve got a report of a fire over in Brooklyn Heights,” he said. “It’s not quite in our area but Ladder 102 is busy with another one of those business fires.”
This caught my attention.
“Another one?” I asked. “How many is that now?”
“Four,” said the chief. “But I want you all focused on the damn task at hand.”
Chief propped his foot up on one of the benches in front of the lockers and addressed the rest of the men. Chief Swift was a born leader, the type of man who was able to inspire and direct with effortless skill. And in our line of work, where running into burning buildings was part of the job description, getting men to do things they might’ve thought they weren’t capable of was essential.
“Formed up and ready to go in one minute!” shouted the chief, the men’s eyes all on him. “Let’s kill this fire and be back in time for dinner!”