by Alexis Angel
"I will never be able to fuck you enough," Magnus says, slamming his cock into me and looking into my eyes deeply. His gaze makes me shiver. "But I'm going to cum soon, and that's probably enough for tonight. Wrap your hands around my neck," he says, and he leans down. I wrap my wobbling legs around him. Magnus stands and bounces me up and down on his cock.
I can barely breathe but I laugh. The laugh makes my pussy flutter and we both moan in response. "God, now," I try to whimper out, but I can't hardly get any words to form coherently because he's fucking me so hard I can't think and because he's fucking me so hard that my words are getting drowned out. "You are just showing off," I gasp out quickly.
"Maybe I am. But we both fucking have you with nowhere to go but back down on my cock," he purrs.
"Remind me to thank gravity in my speech," I say, loving the confused look my statement earns from him because he can't actually read my mind so he doesn't know that I fully believe I deserve an award for my blow job skills this evening. Well, Magnus can't read my mind yet. I mean, the man is capable of pretty incredible things so I don't think I'll be ruling anything out any time soon. He'd probably take it as a challenge, and he's proven to be a man who never backs down from or fails a challenge.
He's right about me having nowhere to go. A fresh sweat shivers down my spine and I need to breathe, but my breathing has gone shallow. I fall down on that cock, and it steals more than my breath. Magnus's cock fills me up and replaces my thoughts, my ability to breathe, and anything that was in my head about not being able to cum again. The tide is rising within me and I know I'm about to come utterly undone around him. He pulls me down and squeezes me tight to him; my pussy returns the action and my inner walls strangle his cock. The orgasm tearing through me is right on time with one shaking me violently. His cock throbs deep within me. The sheer force of his orgasm shooting deep inside of me knocks the wind out of me. There's such a raw power in Magnus, such strength, and I'm just so damn turned on right now at him cumming in my pussy after all the fucking we've done tonight. I realize I'm death gripping him and I'm digging my nails into him. I start to try and say sorry, but the words are barely coming out because I'm shaking.
"I licked my cum off your pussy, Penny," Magnus says with a hearty laugh that shakes my body and makes my eyes roll back in their orbits. His cock rubs every spot I didn't even know my pussy had, and I'm trembling around him. But Magnus has me close and tight in his arms so I can fall apart around him. "So you digging your nails into my skin is fine. I like making you all crazy with my cock."
It's my turn to laugh. I giggle and press my lips to his chest. "Crazy with your cock?" I laugh. "Yeah, that sounds about right," I say, shivering against him.
Magnus starts to walk, carrying us, I realize, to the bathroom. He turns on the faucet, and never lets go of me as he draws a hot bath. His cock stays buried deep in my pussy and I'm quite content with that, my body fluttering around the massive rod impaling me. I don't want Magnus to ever stop touching me. I want to be wrapped around him for as long as I can be, and then some more. I close my eyes and press my head against his chest again, tucking myself against him happily. He kisses the top of my head and strokes his fingers up and down the small of my back, building little shivers inside me that fizz like carbonated soda, building bubbles of excitement within me that keeps tingling.
I almost don't notice anything has changed until right before he starts to lower us both in the bath. I realize then that we're above very warm water, and that the faucet has stopped pouring because he turned it off. We lie down into the water, and I curl up against him. "I guess this will make it difficult to get clean," I say, not actually wanting to move away from him even to wash off the layers of sweat and cum that have accumulated on my body.
"Who said anything about getting clean?" Magnus laughs. "You and I can stay as filthy as we want, and the warm water feels much better around us is all. Clean is for some other time." Magnus tucks his finger under my chin, lifting my face up for him to kiss me. It's the softest, sweetest kiss that we've ever shared. My whole body comes alive when he kisses me. I'm not just talking about how he turns me on. There's a fierce connection between us, beyond our naughty fantasies or the intense way we fuck. We share a kind of love that I didn't know could exist, and there's going to be another person in our lives that we'll love, together. My heart expands in my chest to the point that the only logical thing to do is to squeeze Magnus harder and kiss his chest where I'm laying. I am so relaxed now that I imagine drifting off into sleep. Magnus will keep me safe. Magnus will keep his arms around me. There's nothing more that I want in the world right now than to be wrapped safely in his arms.
"Well," I say with a sigh. "I would hate for the water to get cold," I say, slowly lifting my head up. I pull my pussy off his cock slowly, a little whimper escaping my lips at the exit. "And you got this cum all over me I should probably wash off," I say, running a finger down my breasts at the shimmering cum he painted me with earlier.
"Let me wash you off," Magnus says. He grabs a washcloth, dipping it in the water and then rubbing soft circles over my skin, erasing the cum.
I feel so relaxed with his touch and with the warmth of the cloth comforting me. The world seems so much simpler in even the little moments with the one you love. I've never loved anyone as much or the way that I love Magnus. I look at his gorgeous body and think even if we're done fucking for the night, I am nowhere close to done touching him.
When he finishes my breasts and stomach, he dips down and gently runs the cloth over my pussy.
Danger zone! I hold my breath and wonder if Magnus is up to something more devious. He isn't though, and I'm so touched by the intimate gesture of him really washing me, even my most private and intimate places. It's one thing for him to fuck my pussy, but his hand over it to wash it feels so...intimate in a way I don't fully understand.
But I don't need to. Life is simpler with the one you love, remember?
So even those simple acts feel like gifts, because they are. They are future memories that you have forever. No one can take a memory from you, but a person can leave. So the one you're with forever, they are something to cherish beyond words because you have the memories and you have that ongoing love.
I take the washcloth from him and start to get it wet, looking at his body. Much as I want to look at his gorgeous face forever and stay in his arms, I know how good it would feel to wash his back—or him and me both. "Turn around and I'll wash your back," I say.
He pauses for a second. "I love you," he says quietly, and then turns around.
I start to wash his back and the words that hung in the air before he turned around come to him now. "No one has ever done anything like this for me before. You're the only person in my life that has taken care of me," Magnus says.
It makes my heart hurt for him. "We can take care of each other, forever," I say. And I mean forever.
The New York Daily Journal
We Apologize. Seriously, No Joke Here.
Gossip Central on Page Eight. From the Desk of Vicky Durner - All the gossip you never even knew you needed to know!
Good morning Gotham!
Let's hope that it's a better morning than the last couple of weeks.
The last 24 hours have seen the greatest shakeup in the New York political climate than anything. Ever.
But first.
An apology.
To both Magnus Davion, and to Penny Wright, the staff at Gossip Central and the greater New York Daily Journal organization would like to apologize to you.
What you were subjected to and the reasons you were subjected to it were inexcusable and vile. No one should ever be targeted by the press like you've been. It was a witch hunt at the end of the day and it was orchestrated from within this august institution.
It's safe to say that in this instance, both Ms. Wright and Mr. Davion were able to fight back. Together, they showed that they were stronger than the world that tried to tear them apart.
And they prevailed over a corrupt Mayor and an Editor-In-Chief who lost her principles a long time ago.
For that, we thank you.
Without your ability to fight back on this, the Mayor would not have resigned 24 hours after your joint press conference.
Without your courage, the Editor-In-Chief wouldn't have been removed from her role by the CEO of the New York Daily Journal. The District Attorney is currently investigating her and her ex-mayor accomplice. That's the last thing that my spies have told me.
There's always been a bias in the press. We try to control it, but in this instance, we did not. We fed it and let it run free.
And a young couple who were in love paid the price for too long.
Others may not have lasted as long as you did. Many others wouldn't have had the courage to stand up and declare that they had done nothing wrong. For them, we thank you as well.
Going forward, this paper will be conducting a thorough review of everything that is printed in these pages to ensure that something like this never, ever, happens again.
While we can only apologize as many times as needed publicly, we also acknowledge that we can never repay and repair the damage that has been caused to Magnus Davion and Penny Wright.
It's small compensation, but for whatever it's worth, we would like to note to readers that the Equinox Towers project will stay with Davion Development going forward.
And future city contracts will probably be easier.
Indeed, New Yorkers, we here at Gossip Central want to apologize to each and every single one of our readers for leading this witch hunt. It was beneath us and those that came on board with Rhoda Wright have left en masse.
The inmates no longer control the asylum.
The only thing we can wish upon this couple as they embark on their journey of love is that they never again find themselves in the papers.
May their life be quiet and peaceful, and may they never have to work with a mob of journalists pushing down the door to their privacy.
May they enjoy happiness and may you, my dear denizens of the city, enjoy yours.
Till next time, keep your ears open, New York. We're listening.
Penny
Epilogue
Felicità!
That’s happiness in Italian, and it pretty much describes the way I’ve been feeling for the past few months. It’s hard to believe, but it has been almost an year after everything that happened back in New York. Which is almost as saying it was centuries ago. Time really flies when you’re having fun.
Two months after Laurel’s impeachment, Magnus got down on one knee and slipped the biggest diamond ring I had ever seen in my finger. I don’t need to tell you how much I cried, do I? The most perfect man I had ever met, asking me to marry him? Yeah, I cried so much I thought I was going to dehydrate. And, with that, he also told me we’d be taking a vacation.
A year-long vacation.
That same night we grabbed his Learjet and, the following day, we touched down on the tarmac at Florence Airport, Italy. I had never been to Europe before, but Italy was my destination of choice when Magnus asked me where I wanted to go. I don’t know, there’s something about Italy that just adds to happy endings, don’t you think?
Magnus already had an old Aston Martin from the ‘60s waiting for us, and he slipped behind the wheel with one of the biggest grins I’d ever seen on his face. Boys and their toys, uh? I gotta say, though, I was pretty excited about it too - there’s nothing like cruising through narrow Italian streets in a car that looks like it came out of a James Bond movie set, its engine roaring loud while the wind whipped at my hair.
That first night in Europe we stayed in a villa in the outskirts of Florence, but we hopped all across Italy as my belly grew into a respectably sized bump. Milan, Turin, Rome - you name it, I’ve been there. We’ve also made a few detours to visit some other cities in Europe, from Berlin to Barcelona, but we mostly stuck with good ol’ Italy.
In fact, we’ve been in Italy for so long that I find myself calling it home. We even decided we’re going to wait for me to give birth here before we head back to the states. We timed it so that Magnus could be in New York just before the Equinox Tower construction begins. It’s been a few months since he clinched the deal, and it took all that time to straighten out all the required paperwork. But now he finally has the green light to start building the tower, and I can tell he’s aching to go back to work.
I feel the same too. Sure, one year of vacation sounds fine, but I have grown restless as well. I don’t want to be a leech and live on Magnus’ money, you know? Besides, I’ve always wanted to be a journalist, and that hasn’t changed. In fact, I’ve used the little Italian I’ve learned (maybe I should consider myself a fluent speaker by now) to write a few columns for some local newspapers. I guess Italy really sunk its hook in me, huh?
Even though we’re probably going back to the states in a few months, Magnus and I have already talked about buying a villa in Florence, a cozy and secluded place where we can raise our children. I love the hustle and bustle of New York City, sure, but it turns out I also have a penchant for a quiet country life.
The way we see it, we can split our time between New York and Florence without breaking a sweat. We just go where we want, when we want. Sure, a lot of that is going to depend on how busy Magnus is, but there’s always some leeway.
I stretch lazily in my chair, remembering every turn of the path that led to me being here right now with Magnus, and look up at the first glowing stars in the sky with a smile. There’s a slight breeze in the air but the night is a warm one, the fingers of summer already reaching for the green hills of Genoa.
I hear Magnus’ footsteps coming from inside our bedroom, and I turn back on my stretcher to see him walk toward the balcony. “Hey, babe,” Magnus whispers, leaning down and planting a kiss on my cheek. I look up at him, smiling, both my hands on my oversized belly.
“Hey there, handsome,” I whisper back, and he sits by my side. We’re sitting on the balcony of our room in a villa in the vicinity of Genoa, one of Italy's most important port cities. The sun has just set, but its orange glow still falls over the world like a curtain, and I can’t help but feel like I’m inside a living picture.
“How’s my boy?” Magnus asks me, slowly reaching for me and caressing my bump.
“Girl,” I correct him with a laugh, but he just shakes his head.
“Nah, it’s a boy. I can feel it,” he tells me, a smile on his lips.
We decided against knowing beforehand if it’s going to be a boy or a girl, but now we find ourselves betting on who’s right. I tease Magnus by telling him it’s going to be a girl but, deep down, I think he’s right - there’s a miniature Magnus growing inside of me.
“Did you know everything would turn out the way it did?” I find myself asking him, looking at him with a gentle smile. He smiles right back and, leaning toward me, brushes his lips softly against mine.
“I didn’t have the slightest clue,” he shrugs. “I just knew I wouldn’t leave your side, come hell or high water.” Without saying a word, I reach for his hand and squeeze it in mine; this time I’m the one leaning in toward me, planting a kiss on his lips.
“I love you so much,” I whisper, feeling the warm summer breeze caress my skin.
“So do I,” he replies, softly pushing me out of my stretcher and taking it for him. He pulls me into his lap then, and I swing my legs over his, my arms laced around his neck.
We sit there in silence, the steady chirping of crickets filling the atmosphere around us. Closing my eyes, I press my head against his chest and take a deep breath. Sometimes happiness is as easy as this - one smile, one kiss, one hug. And, with Magnus by my side, happiness has never been any easier.
If I had to describe my life with one word right now, I know exactly which one I’d use.
Felicità.
12 Inches
A Secret Baby Dark Romance
I got
a footlong. And it tastes so good.
You wanna tame Aidan Stone, you’re laboring in vain, darlin’.
There’s no way any woman alive can get over my body. My Greek God body, with my 8-pack abs and bedroom eyes.
Abby Cleveland thinks she can change me.
Make me less of a playboy. More responsible. Take my hard-partying, womanizing ways and make me into a pillar of respectability.
Well, good luck to her.
Because it’s me that’s going to change her.
I’m going to open up a whole new world for her. By using my body.
I’ll let you guess what part...
**Come join Alexis Angel in this full-length standalone romance. No cliffhanger but it's going to be a scorcher with scenes of MF, MFMM, and very mild FMF. HEA? You know it, babe.**
Aidan
“Welcome to the 2017 Romance Authors Guild of America Awards Ceremony,” some stupid fucking idiot is announcing on the other side of the curtain. “If you’ll raise your glasses in a toast, I’d like to introduce you to your hostess for the evening.”
Yeah, I don't fucking know who the fuck is out there introducing the hostess. I don’t really fucking care at this point in the game. Why, you ask?