by Dance, Candy
We were actually in a hotel, a couple together out in the open, and this was the beginning, I could feel it. There weren’t any more obstacles, unless we made them.
The elderly couple kept peeking back at us, but I ignored them, slinging my arm over Beck’s shoulder so I could rub my breasts against his hard chest, as I nibbled his jaw.
He tipped his head forward with his lips brushing mine, and he murmured, “Wait until we get to the room.”
I giggled and copped a feel of his hard package underneath his suit trousers, which made him groan. He squeezed my ass from behind, where the elderly couple couldn’t see, pinching until my eyes widened.
“Yes, sir,” I murmured, but then I rubbed my hand slowly over his long harness again. Oh my God, he was so hard and so big; I was drenched just thinking about it and how close I was to having him thrust inside me.
When we reached his hotel suite door, I suddenly realized— “What about the sitter?”
Beck’s eyes gleamed as he looked down at me.
“I put them in the connecting room, and I paid for all night.” I looked up at him with wide eyes and my heart beating fast. “Just in case,” he said, with a hard kiss that my lips accepted with softness.
Oh wow, he thought this might happen. I knew my eyes shone with happiness.
The minute Beck had the hotel room door closed, he was lifting me up. My legs went around his waist as I tossed my purse to the side. He was carrying me into the room, while we kissed furiously.
His hands were already unzipping my dress from behind, and my hands were already ripping his shirt out of the bottom of his suit trousers from behind.
“Just like before,” I demanded, kissing him feverishly between words. “Hard and deep. Fill me up, Beck. Please, just take me.”
Beck made a hoarse growled sound as he tore my dress down and my braless breasts were free. Then I was laid back on some table in the room as Beck’s hot mouth sucked over my tautly aroused nipple. I moaned crazily and squeezed him between my thighs, while trying to wrench his suit jacket off.
I’d never had a man touch my breasts when filled with milk before, and it was a wildly-hot erogenous zone with my nipples hypersensitive and needy.
“You want my fucking cock, boo?” he asked in a growl, biting the point of my nipple and making me cry out with intense pleasure. Then he soothed the slightly milky tip with his hot tongue.
“Yes,” I cried, grabbing at his belt buckle and tugging it open.
I reached up tearing open his shirt and ran my hands over the hard muscles of his chest. Then I pushed my hands frantically back to his buckle and zipper with my stilettos swaying behind him.
We had only been like this once before and it was so raw and so real. The first time we’d ever had sex had been sweet and fumbling. I had never dreamed it could be like this again. Oh my God, it was so hot.
When Beck finally thrust into me, he had my knees locked over his forearms as my hands braced back on the table. I could see his thickness enter me. It was so hard my breasts leaped as I whimpered, and Beck lifted my legs open wider with his forearms.
“Don’t want to hurt the baby,” he uttered so tensely, it sounded like his jaw might snap.
I grabbed the back of his neck with one hand and dug my fingernails in.
“You won’t,” I cried.
My head fell back and he thrust powerfully again, rocking the table. Finally, I had to grab the edge of the table, to keep it from toppling over, because Beck was thrusting so hard and fast. There were stuttered cries leaping from my throat and my clit was jutting forward I was spread so wide by his thick cock ... and still Beck filled me so full.
Then one of Beck’s hands moved between us with his thumb pressing hard to my exposed clit. It only took a dozen more rapid slaps of our thighs, and I was coming, but this time Beck kept his cock swiftly hitting me, deep in, swift out, deep in.
The pleasure rode higher and higher, as I panted.
I might have nearly blackout through the eruption of my climax, because the next thing I knew I was on the bed lying on my side. Only this time, Beck was just entering me from behind. He had his arm under me and he was squeezing one of my breasts, while his other hand was clamped tightly over my pussy.
I could feel his fingers feeling our connection as he entered me, and I gasped, bucking against him.
“You make me fucking wild,” he uttered. “No other woman, only you.”
Then Beck took me like I wanted it ... deep, hard, and so fast, until I came so hard, I swear I gushed over his cock.
As I was gasping passionately and quaking over his shaft, Beck groan harshly and I felt heat wash deeply inside me. Beck reared back, then he slammed forward again with only his strong hold on me keeping me from flying forward, as more of his hot come burst inside me.
He worked his top leg under my leg and lifted it open, and then using his hips, he ground forward with a deep growl in his throat as his hot seed squished inside me.
Oh my God, I was totally my stepbrother’s woman and I never wanted to be anyone’s but his.
I reached back and grabbed his tense neck. “Oh, Beck,” I gasped. “Fill me up, give me your babies.”
He grunted and thrust, bouncing my body. “Oh fuck, I love you Millie. I always have.”
I arched harder and pulled him even harder to me, until awkwardly, but forcefully, I got his lips to mine for a messy hot kiss. “I love you Beck, I’ll always love you.”
Prologue
A Year Later ...
It was our year anniversary together, and a few months after Ally our daughter was born. I had told Beck we were calling the night we made love at his hotel room our official get together date. Our coming together was so messed up it was hard to pinpoint, but we needed an anniversary, so I had declared that one was ours.
I certainly hoped that Beck liked my present. Ally and Bart were spending the weekend at our favorite babysitters; she was a nice older lady that treated our kids like they were her grandkids. I had always been so glad that Beck agreed with me to stay in the gulf town. It was such a great place to raise kids.
And while Beck agreed to live there, he hadn’t agreed to keep living in my house, so months ensued where we went house hunting together. Finally, we found an older house on acreage that we loved. Then we renovated it, and I got to decorate the entire house. It was so cool.
Beck had talked me into hiring a manager and a couple more people for my business so I did not actually have to work, except for a few days a week supervising. That left me lots of time for my family.
Beck, who could have lived off his fortune for the rest of his life, was so not that kind of man and he had started a charity, which kept him busy. But it was flexible work, so we could have plenty of family time too.
Beck had finally given our mom that million dollars, and last we had heard she and Murray were in Europe on a cruise.
Shifting my thoughts, I smoothed down the lingerie I was wearing. It was a sexy low-cut red baby doll. I was worried after having Ally that my increased curves would turn Beck off, but they really seemed to turn him on more.
But I looked at the expensive man’s ring in my hand that was a titanium band, once again wondering how I was going to approach this.
It was easy when men did it to women, because they had engagement rings and the kneeling thing. But there weren’t really engagement rings for men, and somehow I didn’t think Beck wanted me to kneel for anything else but taking his cock into my mouth.
“Hmm,” I murmured, undulating my hips. That made me horny just thinking about it. Maybe I would climb onto his cock, then pop the question: Will you marry me?
That was my present to him, and I had been kind of wondering what his present for me was going to be. He was certainly good at keeping secrets. Like when Ally was born and he’d given me a new minivan to cart our kids around in. How do you keep an entire minivan a secret? But Beck did it.
Then I heard Beck’s motorcycle revving in
to our five space garage. Beck like his toys from motorcycles to four wheels ... and Bart liked them too.
Quickly, I hurried to the bedroom and the cold bottle of champagne I had on ice. I had thrown rose petals like a trail I hoped Beck would follow. I looked at the bed. Maybe I would look sexier lying across the end of it?
But I must have hesitated too long, because I heard Beck’s motorcycle boots in the hallway right outside our master bedroom. Quickly, I struck a pose with my hand on my curvy hip and it tilted outward as I flung my hair back for good measure. I was trying for the sexy flyaway look.
When my smoking hot man entered the open entryway to our bedroom, I sucked in a breath at how hot he was. Leather encased his muscular legs, up his hips. He had a leather jacket flung over his shoulder and a black tee shirt on that stretched across his muscular chest. His dark hair was long and had flattened a bit from his helmet.
Oh my God, he’d never started to go clean shaven again so he always had dark bristle on his hard square jaw.
I nearly panted, because it was so sexy with him being clothed, while I wasn’t dressed in barely anything. Beck’s eyes swept me, and then they got immediately hot.
“No fair, boo. I’ve barely got in the door.”
I looked at him with a sassy grin. “Too bad,” I said unsympathetically. “Happy anniversary, baby.” Then I did a slow hip-swinging twirl.
I smelled hot leather before I felt him behind me. Then I was turned and hauled up into Beck’s arms.
“The kids better be at the sitters,” he growled.
I did a shimmy up and down his body. “They are, baby.”
He looked at me and groaned.
“I had some plans, but you wearing that, looking like that, with that in your eyes. Shit, I have to improvise.”
Then Beck started digging in the front pocket of his leather pants.
“Well, there is something I want to ask you too,” I said, now hesitant, when before I had been pure sex kitten.
The next thing I knew we were both speaking at once, as I held up his ring, while I then saw he held up a ring box to me.
My eyes were wide with surprise as our words mingled and got lost. I felt Beck lowering, and then he went down on one knee.
“Oh my God!” I squealed.
“What is that?” he asked, looking at the ring I held out.
We looked at each other; the understanding beginning to dawn.
Finally, Beck said, “Let’s say it to together.”
I grinned and nodded.
Then we both said, “Will you marry me!”
The End.
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