by C. M. Steele
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” I sob, nodding my head up and down desperately. He slides the ring on my finger. I don’t even look at it because at this point I don’t care if it’s a Cracker Jack box ring. I’m marrying Nick. “I've been holding on to this from the first day we met.” Hell, I want to leave and celebrate with just the two of us.
He pulls me out of my seat and into his arms, kissing me passionately. Our bodies are molded together as our kiss evolves. He cups my ass and drags me closer to his hard bulge. Everyone around us starts clapping after we finally break apart from our kiss. I’m squealing inside because I can’t wait to be his wife. He kisses me lightly once more before setting us down with me in his lap at the table. I try not to be mortified because we’re in front of his mother, but I’ve got a feeling that this is the new norm. It’s okay because I love being wrapped up in his loving arms.
“Ladies, as much as I’d love to have you chit-chat the lunch away, I’m going to steal my bride away. We have to go to the courthouse to get some papers in order.”
“You better not be getting married today,” his mother threatens.
Nick shakes his head and laughs. “We’re not, but I want the license, and Ian says they can delay their honeymoon a day.”
“Hell, yes, we can,” Charlotte cheers, clapping her hands then rubbing them together like a million thoughts are running through her head when it comes to planning.
“Good. We can pick out your dress tomorrow. I’ll take care of the rest, dear,” his mother tells me.
Nick gets up, setting me on my feet for a moment before tossing me over his shoulder and carrying me out of the café. I’m giggling while everyone around starts hooting and hollering. I can still hear them even after he helps me into his car. I’m marrying a madman, and I love it.
Chapter Nine
Nick
What the fuck is she wearing? My lovely, indescribable beauty is waltzing towards me in a bikini that belongs on someone else’s woman. Not mine. I’m about to fucking stab the eyes of every other man on this beach if they so much as look in her direction.
“What are you wearing?” I growl out, taking off my button-up polo and covering her with it.
“It’s called a bikini, Nick. It’s what all the women are wearing here.”
“Well, I don’t give a fuck about them. They’re not my wife.” I’m territorial as fuck. She’s mine and only mine. I’m ready to spank her ass and fuck her hard to remind her who her body belongs to. Damn, there’s fucking men everywhere.
“Blame your mother—she picked it out for me, and I happen to think she’s right. It looks great on me,” she tosses out, throwing her hands on her hips.
“It looks better than great. You look edible, Mrs. Knight. And your goodies are for my viewing pleasure only.” I pick up my cell phone from the beach chair outside our suite and dial. “Mother, I’ve got a bone to pick with you.”
“Oh yes? What did I do on your honeymoon?” She’s got that saccharine voice going like she knows damn well why I’m calling.
“My wife has that bikini on that you picked out for her,” I snarl into the phone.
“Oh, I forgot about that. It was before you two got together,” she explains like if that makes it any better.
“You were going to let her go to Miami without me dressed like this?” I ask. I’m angry and block everyone’s view of her. I look down, and I’ve got good reason. She quickly adjusts, hoping I won’t notice the nipple slip, but I do. Luckily the nearest fuckhead is about a hundred feet away.
“Well, it’s not my fault you’re jealous. Now, stop talking to me and go make some grandbabies for me already.” She hangs up on me, and Lillian tries to hold back a laugh.
“Mrs. Knight, are you laughing at me?” I ask, loving the smile on her sun-kissed face.
“Nope, certainly not,” she mutters, stifling a giggle. I’ve had enough. I’m going to fucking eat her out and then fuck her until she passes out. Miami doesn’t seem to be a good idea anymore. I need to take her to a place where she keeps her clothes on out in public.
I squat down and wrap my hands around her legs, flipping her over my shoulder, and carry her back into the rental beach house. We don’t make it to the bed. Instead, I hit the kitchen nook and set her on the hardwood table. Grabbing the front of the skimpy bra, I tear it in half. Her tits were way too big for that poor excuse for a bandage.
“Hey, that’s my only one,” Lillian whines, but I just give her a big motherfucking grin.
“Good, then we won’t have a repeat of that damn nipple slip.” I bend down and suck in said nipple. She cries out and thrusts her chest forward. Next to go are the barely-there bottoms. Then, I lower my body down, slinging her thighs over my shoulders and eat my way to her first orgasm. I rise up and in one solid motion claim my wife, fucking her hard enough to move the five-hundred-pound table. I take her mouth as I plunge inside her. I’m repeatedly thrusting until we’re so close I can feel tiny pulses teasing my cock. “You’re mine, Lillian. Only mine. Only I get to see you naked, feel your tight pussy, and lick every inch of you,” I growl, slamming into her depths. I feel my balls rise and my spine tingle as we both come. She rests on her elbows while I press my head onto her chest. Damn, I wonder if she has any other provocative pieces to drive me nuts.
“I love you, my beast.” She hugs me, loosening her grip to look up into my eyes.
I know I’m a beast, but it’s the only way I know how with her. She’s my everything and then some. There are no words for the way I need her. “Love you more, my devious beauty,” I whisper, kissing her again.
“I lied. I have one more.” She’s got the largest grin on her face, and I know it’s because she needs more. We’ve been insatiable, and I’ll always feel that way about her. The woman is perfection. I’m a lucky man.
“Good, try and wear it tomorrow and see what happens,” I warn her. I can think of a new way to fuck her. Maybe on the closed-off balcony with the cool air hitting her hard nipples.
“Maybe I’ll try it on now,” she dares me, making my cock come back strong and ready for a round two.
“Maybe it’s not a good idea. Look, baby.” I point toward the nearest window. The skies have darkened. It’s going to be a nice storm.
“You know, I’m really beginning to love stormy nights,” she states, rubbing her pussy back and forth on my still-hard cock.
Epilogue
Lillian
One month later…
I have my final round of edits before my latest book goes to my dear hubby and his team. I’ve gotten a message from his assistant that he’s on his way home and seems ticked off. She and I had a little talk that day, and I found out that Ian told her to call him Nicky in front of me. Apparently everyone around was well aware of Nick’s feelings for me except me.
Nick storms in the house, a frustrated look on his face. I turn my head to him from the kitchen table where I’m working on the last edits for the book. “What's the matter?” I ask, already having a feeling what it's about.
“Your book tour. It's been downgraded.” Yep, that’s exactly what I thought it was since I’m the one who made that decision. “And it's starting next month instead of five months from now, which pushes the book release date up.”
“Oh, I know, so I had to make some changes. You’ll have the final version of the book in a few days, so I'm not too worried about that. I talked to your brother, and he agreed that doing a promo online can start next week. The book is already up for preorder and is doing phenomenal.”
“What's going on, babe? Why the sudden rush?” he asks, running his hands through his hair. I know that changes his work time frame, but he sits up when I’m sleeping just to read the new pages.
“Nick, my love, you are one blind man. As it happens, I won’t be able to travel in five months—too many restrictions,” I tell him.
He just gives me a puzzled look. The man needs to get more sleep. With fucking me into a coma every night and going to work for ten hours, then comin
g home and editing after dinner, he’s on empty, it seems. I know he’s busting his ass because he plans on doing the book tour with me. “Why is that?” he questions, rubbing his scruffy jaw.
“Because I'll be six months pregnant by then.” His eyes widen ridiculously, and I can't help but laugh. This is exactly what he's been waiting for from the first time we went without protection. I can’t believe it’s a shock to him.
“Are you going to say anything,” I ask him, running my hands nervously up and down my thighs. I'm starting to get a little worried since he doesn’t respond, but then all of the sudden, he picks me up out of my chair and spins me around. He laughs in the deep, rumbling chuckle of his that sends me into a frenzied need.
“I think we need to celebrate,” he says, throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me into the bedroom. He sets me down on my feet, then turns me around so that my back is to him. Slowly he lowers the zipper on the dress I have on. Since I don’t have to leave the house, I can relax in my dress and wait for my loving husband to take it off. He slides the shoulders down, letting the dress fall to the floor. His hand skims down my spine to my ass. Then I feel the sting on my right cheek. His breath brushes my ear as he leans against it. “You’re not wearing any panties, wife.”
“I figured no sense in ruining them all, you brute,” I murmur, tossing my head back into the crook of his shoulder and neck. He’s had a habit of tearing them off me. I like it, but my supply is getting low. And I just bought some after we got married. This man is a menace when it comes to my clothes. Easy access is a must. All the years of waiting have turned him into an insatiable beast.
He reaches around, cupping my sex and driving his fingers inside. I crawl against his chest, moaning and clenching as he works me good. My body’s his to manipulate. I crave his touch and fall into the pleasure I’ve come to need. His bulge grinds against my ass. I want my husband and I have to taste him. I tug his hand away and then spin around. With a kiss on his pouting lips, I slowly glide my hands on down his chest. Then I grab the hem of his shirt and lift it over his head. He raises his arms to help me, then pulls the ponytail out of my hair. I pull at his belt, and my husband groans out as I accidentally graze his cock through his pants. I take my time frustrating my lover. He helps me take his pants off hurriedly. I giggle to myself, but he hears me.
“Wife, are you laughing at me?”
“Yes,” I respond.
“Keep it up, and I won’t let you have any.” He wouldn’t. I pout at him. He runs the back of his palm on my face with a smile. I pull out his cock and suck the tip in. He shivers, holding himself together the best he can. I reach between my legs with one hand, stroking my clit. He grabs my hair, moving my head. “Fuck, baby. You’re going to make me come. Are you getting off from sucking my cock?” I nod and garble out a yes.
I only get one more lick before he pulls me away. He shakes his head and carries me to our bed, throwing me down, and enters me in one thrust. I quiver, full of pleasure. His mouth is on mine, kissing me ardently while grinding his cock deep into me. Our bodies are starting to sweat, smoothing the feel of his strong chest against my soft one. I’m unable to hold on any longer. As soon as his hand touches the edge of my breast, I’m coming. “Nick,” I cry out, shouting his name as loud as possible. He joins me.
“I love you, Lillian,” he pants, kissing my neck as he rests there for a moment. His weight covers me and makes me feel so protected, but as soon as he realizes it, he gets up. “I’m sorry. Baby, I forgot about the little one. I don’t want to hurt you or him.”
“You’re not. I’m fine. I love your weight on me.” He adjusts himself on the bed, leaning against the pillows, then pulls me to rest on his side.
“It’s time to look into buying a house, love.”
“Yes, I think so too. Pretty soon, I’m going to be too big to move stuff around.”
“You’re not moving shit anyway. We’ll have Ian and I do it, as well as hire a team to do it all. There’s no way you’ll lift anything more than ten pounds.”
“Fine, all good for me.” I nestle into him and fall asleep.
Nick
Ten Years Later…
Another busy day of traveling with the world-renowned and uber-sexy Temperance Strong. My Lillian is pregnant again with our fifth and final child. She's already threatened to cut my nuts off if I knock her up again. I can believe her or test her theory, but either way, my nuts are still going to get snipped. I'll take care of it with a professional, though. We have three sons—Johnny, Cole, and Mark—and one daughter, April. The last one is a mystery. I'm betting another girl, although a boy would be great as well.
My parents kept the kids, and we will pick them up in the morning. For now, it's just me and my lovely wife. She's watching me as I stare at her, biting my lower lip, thinking about how sexy she looks and how I want to spread her across the table and enjoy her sweet pussy.
“What are you thinking?” she questions with eyes full of suspicion.
“I'm thinking how delicious you'll taste and how I want to fuck you so bad.” She smirks at me in almost a challenge of sorts. I shake my head at her. “You have two options, baby. You go upstairs, strip naked, and wait for me with your thighs wide open, or I can take you hard and fast right here.”
I can see the heat coming over her face as she considers her options. She messed with me the entire flight home, reaching over to stroke me. She knew damn well we wouldn't fit in that bathroom. And how bad I wanted to fuck her up in the sky. Next time we're flying privately because I can't be around her for that many hours without being inside her.
“It’s time to pay the Pied Piper, Lillian. What will it be?”
She took off running and giggling. She didn’t go upstairs. Instead, she ran into the kitchen. I arch my brow, pushing the door open. I don’t see her in my view. Then I see the sliding door to the backyard open. What a shit. I hear a splash and there is my wife swimming in our large pool, completely butt-ass naked. Her curves are so perfect as the water glides over them. My dick presses hard against my zipper. Fuck, I’m going to tear her pussy up for this is.
“Woman, you’re lucky this motherfucker is out of flight paths.” We don’t have any neighbors in this direction so they can’t see over my twelve-foot fence.
“Come get me, Nicky,” she teases. I take off my shirt and shorts, kicking off my shoes in the process. As soon as my socks are off, I jump into the pool. She giggles then tries to get away, but I’m a great swimmer and I catch her fast.
I pull her body against mine, her back to my chest. “You fucked up, wife,” I whisper, biting her ear. “I’m going to fuck your pretty mouth, and then I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk. Got that?” I say, running my fingers around her inner thigh, skimming the edge of her sweet pussy. I’m turned on beyond belief.
Moving to the edge of the pool, I sit with my thighs wide open. Lillian bobs right between my legs, rubbing her tits on my cock. I drop my head back and moan as her lips wrap around the tip. She takes me deeper, working my shaft with her soft hands. I’m so damn close to coming that I pull her off of me. Sliding back into the water, I move behind her and help her bend over. Her hands splay onto the steps just under the water. I thrust into her wetness without any fucking preliminaries. She doesn’t need anything because my wife loves the power of making me come and it gets her close.
“Are you going to fucking come out here naked again?” I ask, thrusting hard into her. She nods. “What’s that?” I ask, knowing she’s going to do it again and I’m going to come chasing.
“Yes, Nick,” she cries out; her pussy clenching my cock as she creams. I flood her with my seed and I’m just getting started. I want her to remember her punishment for the next time. We spend the next hour playing and loving each other on the edge of the pool.
We get out just as the clouds start to appear. I grab our settee, moving it into the house. Still naked and wet, we sit inside and watch the rain come down.
I w
rap her up in my arms and a large blanket that rests on the back of the settee. Kissing her temple, I whisper, “Yes, but you love your stormy nights.”
“Always, Mr. Knight.”
THE END