by Luxe, Eva
“Yes,” I told him, moaning gently.
His raw cock slid in and out of me, filling up my asshole, claiming every part of me as his own. I loved the way it filled me up to the brim. He reached around and played with my clit as he continued thrusting his cock in and out of me. We had a good rhythm together now and I relaxed and enjoyed it.
“I’m gonna cum in your asshole,” he said. “I’ll fill up your hole with my cum and then I’ll watch you squeeze it out of you like a creampie.”
“Yes, sir,” I told him, willing to do anything he wanted, and loving the idea. His fingers circling my clit were going to make me cum right along with him.
I felt him throb and pulsate inside me and then he said, “Dana, I’m coming. I’m shooting my load into your asshole now.”
“Mmmm,” I moaned, as I came too, while he came inside me for the first time ever.
I put my head down on my hands and he spread my ass wide so he could see his own wad of cum inside me.
“Now be my good girl and push out my cum with your tight little asshole,” he said, spanking my ass, once, twice, leaving welts that I didn’t even care about, except to like them because they marked me as his.
“Yes, sir,” I told him, letting his cum dribble out, squeezing it so that he could get a good view of my asshole spread wide for him and his sweet stickiness sliding out of it.
“Hell yeah,” he said, reaching down and picking up some of his cum with his fingers. Then he inserted two of them back into my asshole and said, “I’ve claimed all of you and you’re mine, forever. Not just when we’re here in this cabin but always. Because you’re going to be wife, and this is the best Christmas present ever.”
“It sure is,” I told him.
“Trust or dare?” he asked me, smiling.
“Truth. I think I’ll change things up again.”
“Do you want to be my plaything forever?” he asked me. “Not just while we have to be stranded together, but as long as we both choose to?”
“Yes,” I told him. “Of course.”
Then I collapsed onto the bed and he joined me, only briefly, because we had to get up and get the kids and celebrate Christmas with them. Our new little family.
“I love you, Dana,” Kurt said, over and over.
We both laid there, feeling the love radiate.
It was then that I knew that we were going to get our chance at a true happily ever after.
Epilogue – Dana
“Oh my goodness! You look so beautiful!” My mother stood in the doorway of the room where I stood, staring at my reflection in the big mirror in front of me. The white dress with embroidered lace seemed to shimmer as the sunlight hit it just right, making it look like I was draped in diamonds from head to toe.
“Thank you, mother,” I said, smiling. “Is everything OK?”
“Everything is perfect, sweetheart. The only thing left for you to do now is to walk down that aisle and into the arms of the man that you love.” Her voice trembled and she beamed proudly. She walked over to where I stood, put her hands on my shoulders, and turned me around to face her. Her eyes searched mine.
“I am so proud and happy for you. I see the way that you and Kurt are together and it makes my heart glad. I wasn’t so sure the first time that you got married that it was the right thing, but I know that everything happens for a reason.”
“Mom! You can’t be doing this to me! If I cry, my makeup will be ruined!” I started fanning my eyes furiously, willing the tears that were beginning to well up not to fall.
“I’m sorry!” My mother and I shared a hearty laugh.
“You ready?” A head peeked around the corner. It was Todd, our master of ceremonies.
Giving myself one final look in the mirror, I smiled and answered, “I am.”
I walked toward the sanctuary of the church, the heavy train of my dress dragging behind me. When I appeared in the doorway, I could feel everyone in the room gasp collectively. Classical music began to play. All eyes were on me.
But, my eyes were fixed directly on Kurt, my soon-to-be husband who was standing at the altar, his face overcome by emotion. He didn’t even try to hide his admiration for me.
The ceremony began. Olivia stood next to me, my maid of honor, and Scott stood next to Kurt, his best man. We all held hands as we listened to the minister speak and remind us of how we should always love, honor, and respect each other.
“I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.” Kurt didn’t hesitate to lean in and kiss me, dipping me backward until my head almost touched the floor. He swept me up off the ground and carried me out of the church like he had won a prize.
Our reception was beautiful and we had so much fun. We danced the night away.
When it was time to leave, my mother took Olivia and Scott home. Kurt and I headed to the airport. We were going to Hawaii for two weeks.
“We did it, Mrs. Roberts,” said Kurt, opening a bottle of champagne that had been chilled on the plane awaiting our arrival.
“Yes, we did,” I said, looking proudly at my husband.
After the plane took off and we were flying smoothly, Kurt began to unbuckle his seatbelt and started groping me.
“Kurt, what are you doing?” I laughed.
“About to make love to my wife,” he said.
“Here?”
“Why not?”
I couldn’t think of a good reason not to. He helped me out of my dress, laid it in the aisle of the airplane, and gently laid me on top of it.
Licking his fingers, he carefully inserted them into my pussy, slowly at first and then faster. I pumped to match the movement of his hand until I covered his fingers in my hot, sticky cum. Unbuckling his pants, he fished out his dick and slid it into my creamy, still throbbing pussy.
He didn’t bother to put on a condom. He never did, these days, since we’d decided our children needed a sibling. I was so glad Olivia was doing better in school, and Scott had adjusted to having a new father, even thought, of course, Kurt could never replace his rather father.
I settled in to enjoy sex with Kurt. Somehow, he felt harder, thicker, filling my chamber with his manhood. I wrapped my legs around his body and held on tightly as he smoothly stroked my pussy. He looked deeply into my eyes while he did it, taking care to brush fly away wisps of hair from my face.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said, his excitement growing. He pulled my hips onto him, rolling them in circles so that his dick could hit the hidden corners of my pussy, making my pussy walls tighten around his dick buried deep inside of me. When he started pounding my pussy for all it was worth, I couldn’t help but scream. I knew that they could hear us in the cockpit, but I didn’t care.
We both came at the same time, our first orgasm as man and wife. I could feel his hot cum pulsating inside of my tightening pussy. He pushed harder and harder with each jolt of an orgasm.
We didn’t bother getting up when we were done. Neither one of us spoke. We just laid there in each other’s arms, happy and satisfied. Mr. and Mrs. Roberts. The single dad and the flight attendant. The unlikely pair that had somehow found our way through life’s storms and made our way to love.
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Chapter 1
Hanson
There were so many hot women up in here. From the sad-eyed, impatient-looking chicks who had to wait in line because they didn’t have a connection to let them in ahead of all the rest of the poor saps, to the cocktail waitresses dancing on the bar to the bachelorette party attenders shaking their asses on the dance floor in celebration of their BFF’s final night of freedom, I couldn’t even keep up with the number of amazingly stunning women all around me. This was my perfect idea of a Friday night.
The White Room was the kind of night club the who’s who of Miami went to. Situated in Mid-Beach, the glamorous club was part of the Fontainebleau Hotel and a hot spot for famous folk and VIP regulars. I went there all the time. If I was going to get wasted, I was going to do it in style.
Did it cost a lot of money? Hell yeah. But as the Safety for the Florida Sharks Football team— at least, when my ass wasn’t suspended— I had enough cash to get fucked-off-my-face drunk without blinking at my bill at the end of the night.
The venue, the service, and the music was the shit, and that’s why hot women from all over came to the club. If there was anything that made me a happy man, it was a woman in a dress that left very little to the imagination.
Tonight, the club was packed. It consisted of a huge dance floor with banquet booths on the bottom floor, stairs that descended from the doors so you could scope out whoever came in, and sky boxes on the second floor that looked out over the dance floor. Sky boxes were reserved for VIPs like us, so that’s where we were hanging out tonight, just like all the other nights we came here.
I leaned on the chrome railing and looked out over the crowd with a glass of expensive whiskey in my hand. The music throbbed like a racing pulse, and bodies writhed to the beat. The air smelled of sweat and lust, an intoxicating combination.
“Man, it’s good to kick back,” Brian said, splayed out on one of the white leather couches. “I swear that last game fucked me up. I’m aching all over.”
“Is your face hurting?” I couldn’t help the smirk lifting my lip. I loved dicking around with Brian. He was too easy sometimes.
“Fuck you too.” He rolled his eyes and chuckled. “My face is not hurting, and it’s not killing you. All these women around here are looking at me, idiot. You know this.”
I shrugged and sipped my whiskey. He was an idiot, but I would keep him around. I turned a little as my back ached. He was bent over thanks to the last game; I was just sore from a shitty night of sleep.
Getting hurt in the game was an occupational hazard. Brian McMurry was the Running Back for the Sharks. He was good at what he did and a fan favorite. He was also my best friend. We had played for the Hurricanes together before we’d been selected for the team, and if there was anyone I would turn to in a crisis, it was Brian.
“How long until you’re back in action?” Brian asked. “You must be losing your shit not playing for so long.”
I nodded. “Losing my shit” was an accurate description. Not playing drove me crazy, but I had to deal with it. Life was all about the choices you made.
“Two more games,” I said, rolling my shoulders. “Then I’m back.”
I turned toward Brian and sat down, too. Brian sipped a glass of soda water like a teetotaler. He had training in the morning. The Sharks started at six, and we had to “Focus-Listen-Learn,” as the signage above the door to the training facility reminded us. It was hard to do that when you had so much alcohol in your system the world spun when you stood still.
I would know. While I was off, though, I could drink as much as I wanted to, but that wasn’t much of a benefit, considering the serious trouble I was in with the team.
Being suspended wasn’t a joke. I would rather play and be sober most of the time than wasted and watching my team on television.
“Thanks for saving my ass,” Brian said. “You know, for taking the fall.”
I waved my hand dismissively. “Don’t sweat it. Really.”
Brian nodded, but I could see the tightness in his shoulders. He didn’t want anyone doing anything for him. We were the same in that way.
“You’re talking to Coach on Wednesday?” he asked.
I nodded. Wednesday was the day Coach had asked me to come in to talk about my public image. My suspension for driving under the influence had been tacked on to the bottom of a whole list of infractions, mostly to do with women. I had to clean my act up a little if I wanted to show my face in public again.
I wasn’t looking forward to it. I understood my suspension. I made my choice on that, and I would live with the consequences. But I didn’t want to give up the women. Being with whoever I wanted, whenever I wanted, didn’t affect my game. In fact, I had a theory that the more sexually satisfied I was, the better I played. It was an opinion that Coach didn’t share.
Coach Rudi Thompson was the kind of man that put everything into his players. The game was as important to us as it was to him. He lived vicariously through us, being unable to play anymore himself.
“When you talk to Coach, remember where he’s coming from,” Brian said.
His mind had evidently been on the same train of thought as mine.
I shook my head. “I know what you’re going to say, and I don’t want to hear it,” I said. “It’s not Wednesday yet, and we’re here to have fun. Remember? Quit thinking about football for a minute. I’m going to go down there and find us each a girl.”
Brian chuckled. “I’m not going to stick around long enough for that.”
I shook my head. “Don’t be a dick. I know you want to get some tonight. It’s the best remedy for aching bones.”
Brian shook his head. “I don’t think that’s a proven medical fact.”
I laughed and left the sky box, making my way to the dance floor. I shimmied up against a couple of girls, leaning in close so they could hear me over the music. Scantily clad bodies rubbed up against me, the music pulsed in my veins, and I wanted to get good and horizontal with one of them tonight.
Even if we stayed vertical, like up against a wall or something, it would do.
Two women were eager to come back with me. I only had to mention the words “sky box” and “single friend,” and they were good to go. They knew I looked familiar. Most girls didn’t really do football. But those magic words were enough for them.
“Brian,” I said, walking into the box with my find. “This is Carina and Sacha. Ladies, meet my friend, Brian.”
I sat down, and the brunette, Carina, joined me. Sacha was a platinum blonde and parked herself next to Brian.
“Evening, ladies,” Brian said, glancing at me with a grin. I knew what he was thinking: I knew just how to pick them, and not in a bad way.
The women were eager. Carina pressed herself up against me so I felt her body, slender with huge tits that couldn’t be real. I preferred natural breasts and some meat on their bones but Carina was hot and I wouldn't throw her out of bed— or off the wall, or wherever it was we'd end up having sex tonight.
Brian’s hot date was doing something similar, pressing herself so close to him that she couldn’t get any closer, short of climbing onto his lap. I put my hand on Carina’s bare leg. Her skirt was so short it was more like a long shirt.
/> “What do you say we go to a room?” I asked Carina. Her mouth was on my neck, riling me up. I looked toward Brian, who was still just talking to Sacha. “I’m sure there’s a room next door you can use, Brian.”
Brian shook his head and leaned forward to put down his glass. He peeled himself away from Sacha.
“I’m sorry to disappoint, guys, but I have to get going. I have training in the morning.” He got up and lifted his hands to the air, forcing the girl back further.
“Can’t you stay just a little longer?” Sacha asked. She scissored her legs together and leaned back, pushing out her chest. She wanted it bad.
I got up and ran my hand over my chest as I eyeballed her. She was something to look at, but most of the women who hung out around us were. Too bad they were female players just like we were male players.
In fact, judging from the eager way they came with me and took me up on my threesome offer, I was pretty sure they played the field just as much as I did. Not that I was complaining. I wasn’t looking to take a knee for proposal reasons, or hand out a ring, anytime soon.
“Come on,” I said to Brian. “You’re going to leave me when it really counts? Some teammate you are.”
The girls laughed.
“I’m sure you can handle it,” Brian said and winked at me. “I’ll talk to you later.”
I gave Brian a look.
“You’re a swell friend, you know that?” I was being sarcastic, not that he couldn’t tell by the tone of my voice. Asshat.
Brian laughed and clapped me on the shoulder before he left the box, shaking his head. I sighed and turned to the women. Sacha was pouting on the couch.
“Do you still want to go to that room?” Carina asked in a seductive voice, sashaying toward me.