by Alexa Riley
Hey, a girl’s got needs.
My pussy clenches as I think about the way he holds me and the words he whispers in my ear. The fantasy is so real that it makes me ache. My orgasm is fast approaching and I have to move my fingers away and take a breath. I’m too worked up too fast and I want this to last. Frustration hits me at the same time because I want this fantasy to be true.
I want my knight in shining armor to show up and tell me that his bank account is almost as fat as his dick just before he fucks me off into the sunset. I realize that there may be more to a happy life than that, but I’m obsessed with falling in love, and it hasn’t happened yet. I know I’m young, but I’ve spent my whole life knowing exactly what I want, and that’s to have a family with the man I love.
When I dream of my mystery man, he always smells so good. Like a freshly showered lumberjack in an expensive suit. I take a deep breath and for a split second I think I can smell him. It’s like my mind is giving me what I’m so desperate for, and I slide my hand between my legs again.
I moan into the empty room as my fingers circle my clit. I want this to be drawn out, and last longer, but fuck it. I’ll just do it all over again when I get out. The water splashes as my arm moves faster, and my pussy clenches with desperate want.
“Fuck.”
My eyes open at the sound of the whisper, and I freeze. My fingers are on my clit and my heart is racing as I’m completely still in the tub. My bare breasts are exposed above the water and my hard nipples rest on the surface. I gasp as I stare at my mystery man standing right in front of me.
I’ve dreamed of every single detail about him, and here he stands like a dream I’ve conjured into existence. My heart leaps in my chest as I realize that my fairy godmother must have heard my pleas and finally sent him to me. Just like a Disney princess.
“It’s you,” I say, as I spread my legs wider.
Chapter 4
Jericho
I walk into the house and follow the sounds of her moaning. For a moment I thought that maybe she was with someone else and I was preparing myself for a fight. I know all kinds of martial arts, and I was just thinking about which moves to use when I rounded the corner to the bathroom.
Suddenly all thoughts of crouching tigers and hidden dragons leave my mind as the sight of Cookie naked in the bath and rubbing herself greets me. My mouth waters as I see her body arch against her hand. I want to push her fingers out of the way and do that for her. I want to spend the rest of my life between her legs and giving her cheeks the flush that’s on them now.
“Fuck,” I grunt as her hand moves faster.
I didn’t have plans for how this was going to go. But if I’m walking in on her rubbing her pussy, odds are this is going to end with my cock inside her.
Her eyes open and I expect her to scream. Or at least to ask me what I’m doing here. What I don’t expect is for her hooded eyes to look at me like I’m the man she’s been waiting on her whole life.
“It’s you,” she breathes, and her thighs open for me.
“Fuck yeah, it’s me,” I say and pull my coat off. “Get on your knees.”
The attraction is instant, and it’s not just from my side. She sits up and turns over, propping one knee on the side of the tub, exposing all of her to me. This is like something out of a porno, but tasteful and romantic. I’m not just going to fuck her, I’m going to fuck her, then take care of her for the rest of her life.
Now that’s a goddamn fantasy.
I kneel down next to the tub and grab her hips. I pull them to the edge and cover her cunt with my mouth. Her pussy is wet from the water, but I can also taste her sweet honey that’s straight from the mothership. She’s horny as fuck, and I’ve shown up at the right time.
I moan as she cries out, and I slip my tongue inside her. I wiggle it into her tight little pussy and her hips start to grind on my face. I’ve never thought about how my long tongue could service my bride before, but from the sounds she’s making, I think she approves.
Licking her clit, I feel her pussy clench, and I know she’s primed for me. Her fingers started what my mouth is about to finish, and I’m going to make sure it’s worth the wait. I suck her clit into my mouth and flick it a few times with my tongue before I feel her entire body tense.
“Oh god,” she moans as she pushes back against my mouth.
“It’s Jericho,” I say, as I bite her ass cheek and then go back to eating her pussy.
“Fuck, Jericho. I’m close.”
I spank her other cheek and the sting of my hand on her ass has me moaning with her. Her legs lock and her grip on the edge of the tub tightens as she screams my name. Her orgasm rushes through her body and to her pussy as liquid gold hits my tongue. I drink down her sweetness and moan at her flavor. It’s better than anything I’ve ever tasted, and I’ve had a hotdog with bacon on it.
When I’ve wrung the last of her orgasm out of her I pull her from the tub and carry her into her bedroom. Her arms go around my neck and she holds me close, like I might somehow disappear.
“Don’t leave me,” she mumbles as I lower her to the bed.
“Are you kidding me? I’m going to fuck you all night, and then I’m going to take you home.”
“Home?” she asks as I look down at her soft blue eyes.
“Yes, home. That’s where we’re going to live. I’ve got a mansion on the top of a mountain and I’ve been waiting my whole life to find you.”
“I like mountains,” she says as I lean down and kiss her softly.
I strip off my clothes and move between her thighs, laying my length on her stomach. It’s long and hard, throbbing to be buried inside of her.
“I’m a virgin,” she says, reaching between us and stroking my cock.
“Me too. But I think we can figure this out,” I say, rocking into her hand and spreading precum on her belly. I grab her wrist and bring it to my mouth, kissing her palm. “You keep doing that and your belly button is gonna get pregnant.”
“What about my pussy?” she asks as I slide the head of my cock down her body and to her wet opening.
“I’m about to put a baby in you.” I push inside her a little and feel her barrier trying to keep me out. “You’re mine now, Cookie. There’s no escape. But I’ve got enough money and a big enough cock to make you think twice about trying to.”
“Deal,” she confirms, wrapping her legs around my waist.
I thrust all the way inside and hold myself still as I let her body adjust. Her pussy clenches on me and it’s tighter than anything I’ve ever felt. But considering all I have to compare it to is my fist, it’s still really fucking tight.
“Goddamn,” I groan in her ear as she tries to catch her breath. “Fuck, I’m gonna be so good to you,” I whisper as her body tries to adjust. “I’m going to give you everything you ever dreamed of and more. Just one word and it’s yours.”
I groan and try not to cum as her hips begin to move and test the waters. She’s slick with need, and I growl while she slides up and down my cock.
“Tell me to fuck you,” I demand, my arms wrapping around her body.
“Fuck me, Jericho. Fuck me like you just found me in a tower and saved me from a dragon.”
“Done,” I say, and do as she asks.
I lift her off the bed and thrust her down on my cock as my hips thrust up. It’s hard and fast as I ride her and sweat forms between our bodies. It’s dirty and sexy and I can’t get enough. Her body is climbing fast and she’s crying out that she’s about to cum.
Her orgasm triggers my own and I grunt, “I love you,” as her pussy grips the base of my cock and I start to cum inside her.
She whispers it back to me as we fall on top of the sheets in a sweaty mess.
“I love you so much, Jericho. I’ve dreamed of you. Dreamed of this. It’s so crazy but it’s true.”
“I know, Sugar Cookie. I’ve waited on you for so long. And I’ve already got a nickname for you. This is meant to be.”
“It’s like a fairy tale,” she sighs happily as her hips begin to move.
“Yeah, but with a lot of cum.”
Chapter 6
Cookie
I wake up with a start, looking around the room at the bright sun shining in. My apartment doesn’t have bright light. It’s dark and sandwiched between two buildings that never allow sunlight in.
“It’s okay. I’m right here,” a voice says softly as a warm, strong arm wraps around my waist and pulls me into the covers again.
Last night comes flooding back and I smile, snuggling into Jericho. I hum as his big hands travel over my naked body. My thoughts drift back to how many times he made love to me, and then suddenly I jerk up in bed again and look around.
“Um, Jericho. Where are we?” I ask, seeing the mountain peaks through the window.
“We’re at our home on top of a mountain. Remember?” He sits up and kisses my shoulder. “I worry about how hard you sleep. You didn’t even wake up when airport security had to pat you down.”
“What?” I shout. I’ve never even been on a plane before. “What country are we in?”
“Does it matter, Sugar Cookie?” he says, kissing his way down my back.
I guess it doesn’t. I’m with the man of my dreams in a place that looks like a castle. I could stay here for the rest of my life and it would be everything I ever wanted.
I smile and close my eyes as I fall back into bed with my love.
He kisses each breast and down my stomach and I moan in pleasure. I couldn’t get enough of his mouth last night, so at least I’m remembering the important stuff. I also remember him telling me he loved me and I felt it in my soul.
Just as Jericho licks my pussy, there’s a sound from outside the window that sounds like a gun firing. Jericho jumps up and I groan. It was just about to get to the good part.
“Shit. The Russians are attacking,” he says before he runs into the closet and starts getting dressed.
“What?” I ask, bewildered and horny.
“Here, put this on.”
Jericho throws me pair of white boots and an all-white puffy snowsuit with a fur-trimmed hood. He comes out of the closet wearing the same thing and I stare at him.
“Hurry up, Sugar Cookie. We’ve got a castle to defend.”
“Are you going to explain to me what’s happening? This seems a bit over the top,” I huff as I pull on the snowsuit and boots.
“Over The Top is my middle name.” When I look at him to see if he’s being serious, he just shrugs. “I realize it’s unconventional, but I’ve made it work.”
“Jericho,” I say, putting my hands on my hips and scowling.
He grabs me by the waist and begins to run out of the castle with me in his arms.
“We live on a mountain near Russia. Every now and then they like to come over the peaks dressed in all white to try and take my flag. I’ve got a team that live here who defend it, so it’s more of a game than anything. I don’t even think their guns are loaded.”
“So we’re going out in the snow to play a pretend game of capture the flag with a group of Russians?”
“Exactly. But don’t worry. I’m going to fuck you while we do it.”
I open my mouth to ask what he means, but before I can, he bursts through a basement door that leads to a garage. There are snowmobiles lined up along one bay and he takes me over to one. He sits down first, then pulls me on it so I’m facing him, straddling his lap.
“Jericho, I’m in a huge full-body snowsuit. How are you going—”
He reaches down to the crotch of my snowsuit and unsnaps it, exposing my naked pussy to him. He grabs his in the same place, popping it open and pulling out his hard cock. He grabs me by the hips and slams me down on his dick before cranking up the snowmobile and opening up the garage doors.
“Oh fuck,” I moan as the vibrations of the machine travel up his cock and into my body. It’s like I’ve just been given a full-body vibrator and it feels amazing.
He takes off, and my eyes roll to the back of my head as pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt moves over every inch of me.
“Cum as many times as you want, Sugar Cookie!” he shouts over the sound of the machine. “I’m going to do a few laps and make sure the place is secure before we go back home.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice.
I grip his chest as I let the snowmobile do the work, and cum all over his cock. Just as soon as one orgasm ends, another begins and I scream out my pleasure. It’s so intense, and I’m overstimulated, but I can’t get off his dick.
I feel his cock pump cum into me at least three times, but I can’t be sure. At one point I almost black out, but I feel one of his arms come around me to hold me upright.
“There they are,” he says as he pulls up next to a red flag and grabs it out of the snow. He takes off and I look behind us in the distance to see several snowmobiles headed away from us. I see a group of stationary machines with the word TROPE on the back of them. “Looks like we won!”
He holds the flag up as we make our way back to the castle that’s not too far away in the distance. It looks exactly like Elsa’s castle from Frozen, except it’s not made of ice. Thank god, because I like to be cozy.
My body reminds me that I’m still being fucked as my pussy clenches on his cock. I giggle then moan as Jericho takes me back home, triumphant in getting the flag, and getting me off.
Epilogue
Jericho
Two years later…
Cookie is lounging on the couch near the window and I stop in the doorway to look at her. She’s playing on her phone with her feet up, her belly so big that she can’t stand for more than a few minutes at a time.
It’s my fault that she’s knocked up again. I can’t seem to keep my dick out of her. But I will say that she hasn’t figured out how to turn me down when I sweet talk her. It could be because she loves my mouth so much.
When she giggles at something she’s looking at, I push away from the door and make my way over to her. I sit at the end of the couch where her feet are and put them in my lap. She winks at me as I start rubbing them but then goes back to her phone. She giggles again, and now I’m wondering who she’s talking to.
“Who is that?” I ask, nodding to her phone.
“Oh, nothing,” she says and goes back to messing with it.
When she giggles again, I feel agitated. What is she laughing at? I’m supposed to be the one she laughs with.
“Sugar Cookie, who are you talking to?” I tug on her toes to get her attention, but she doesn’t look up at me as she gives me another dismissive answer.
She knows how jealous I can be, so why isn’t she telling me what’s going on? I don’t like secrets.
“Cookie?” I say, a little more firmly this time as I lean up and try to look at her phone.
“Jericho?” she taunts, mocking my voice and placing the phone face down against her chest.
“What are you trying to hide from me?” I reach up to touch her phone and she jerks it out of my grasp.
“None of your business, nosy pants,” she scolds, then giggles and slides the phone under her ass.
“You should know better than to put the phone next to my favorite place.” I move my hands under her thighs and up to her ass.
“I thought you liked my tits best,” she says, trying to keep me from getting her phone.
“I do. They’re my favorite, too. Just like your pussy. It’s all my favorite. What can I say, I’m a greedy man.”
“And a jealous one,” she says, narrowing her eyes at me.
“I like jokes, too,” I say, and pout.
She sighs and pulls her phone out, turning the screen to face me. She’s been texting Arabella and they’re talking about how jealous my
brother and I are. I scroll through it and read that they were betting on who would lose their cool first if they just giggled at their phones and didn’t tell us who they were talking to.
“Did I win?” I ask, not the least bit ashamed.
“It was a tie,” she says, wiggling her toes in my lap so that I’ll rub them again.
I do as my queen commands and go back to rubbing her feet.
“Do you wish I was less jealous?” I give her the smile that she loves so much and she rolls her eyes.
“No. I kind of love your caveman tendencies.”
“Good,” I say, leaning down and kissing her ankle. “Because I’m never going to stop.”
Epilogue
Cookie
Ten years later…
The house is full of kids and there are so many sets of twins I don’t know which ones are mine half the time. Between Arabella and Romeo having seven kids, and Jericho and I having six of our own, we take up a whole house no matter where we go.
It’s a good thing our men are rich and have houses all over the globe. There’s even an igloo in Antarctica, but I’ve only been there once. Jericho insisted on getting me pregnant in every continent, and I agreed to fulfill his bucket list.
“When are the men arriving?” Arabella asks me as she comes into the kitchen and grabs an appetizer.
“Any moment now.” I say, washing my hands and then grabbing the candles. “Do you think they know?”
“Not unless one of the kids told. Which is a strong possibility,” she says.