by Mia Ford
I felt her tight pussy wrap around my cock, it felt amazing.
“Oh fuck.” I moaned. Her pussy was perfect and drove me crazy. I could never get enough of it.
I put each of her legs on my shoulders and held her ankles. I began thrusting harder and deeper inside of her. My cock filling up every inch of her.
“Mmm, Drew.” She moaned. I loved it when she said my name when I fucked her.
She lifted her ass a little so she was angled and I grabbed a pillow from by her head, folded it in half and put it underneath her. I started thrusting myself in and out of her noticing that I was slightly deeper inside of her.
I reached a hand down and began to massage her clit with my thumb as I continued to fuck her. She moaned more and more and I knew I was driving her crazy. I stopped and pulled out and she looked up at me. I thrust myself back into her, hard. Then I slowly pulled out again. I thrust inside of her harder this time, causing her to gasp for air.
I pulled out and put her legs down.
“I want to fuck you from behind.” I loved how deep I could go when she bent over for me.
Jesse rolled onto her stomach and lifted her ass up towards me. I slapped it a little bit causing her to moan. I gave her ass a squeeze.
“I fucking love your ass.” I said and then I shoved myself back inside of her tight, little pussy. She squeezed around me and pleasure rang through my entire body. I was close. I started thrusting harder. I grabbed onto her hips and helped guide her back onto me.
“Harder!” She called out. I started thrusting myself in and out of her harder and harder and then I felt her squeeze around my cock even more.
She moved her hand around the front of her and I could feel her sliding her fingers along her clit. She was getting close and I could tell. I slowed my movements, but made them harder. Slamming into her every thrust.
“You want on top?” I asked her. I wanted to watch her face as she came. I wanted to grab her tits and squeeze them. I wanted to come at the same time as her.
“Yeah.” She said her voice was full of desire and lust. She was close.
We rolled over and she wasted no time lowering herself onto my hard dick. She started rocking herself back and forth, grinding onto me. Her pussy squeezed around my dick and the pleasure was intense. We looked into each other’s eyes and I reached for her tits. I began to play with her nipples, first rolling them around then tugging on them gently. She moved her hips faster and faster and suddenly she was calling out my name.
“Oh fuck! Drew!” She yelled.
I grabbed her hips to keep her going but the pleasure was too much for her to keep going, she leaned down and I wrapped my arms around her back. I began to thrust myself in and out of her hard and fast. Feeling myself getting closer to the edge. I wanted to fill her pussy up with my come. I wanted the release. I thrust inside of her a few more times and then I felt my dick begin to throb, my body went numb and the pleasure was intense.
“MMM.” I groaned as my orgasm continued to intensify.
When I came down, I wrapped my arms around her and held her for a moment, still inside of her. She didn’t seem to mind much. Which was pretty fucking hot.
Then she rolled off of me but still snuggled into me. Her head still on my chest, her arm and leg wrapped around me. I put an arm around her and gave her a small squeeze. We began to discuss our ideas of forever. She fell asleep soon after, but I continued to lay there and look up at the ceiling, waiting for this newest development to start to feel real. She was mine. We belonged to each other. After everything that had happened, we belonged together, and now, we both knew it.
Epilogue: Jess
One Year Later
“Have I told you how beautiful you look?” Drew asked. “Because if I haven’t, I should.”
I laughed. “Um, you’ve only said it like a thousand times.”
“Not nearly enough, then. Have you seen yourself in that dress? No amount of times is enough for how good you look in that dress. Now that you’re my wife.”
My body shuddered with pleasure at the sound of that, and Drew pulled me in closer, leading me around the dance floor as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The day had gone by in a blur, and I was happy to have a moment that felt like it belonged to just the two of us.
There were still people all around us, but Drew was making this dance feel like we were the only two people in the world. He'd been doing that exact same thing ever since his proposal. It was his way of proving to me that he was going to be my knight in shining armor for the rest of our lives.
“What are you thinking about, Jess?”
“Nothing. I was just wondering something.”
“What’s that? And please don’t tell me you were wondering if this was a good idea, because I think it’s a little late for that now.”
“No, silly. Nothing like that. I was actually wondering if I was worth the wait.”
“What can you possibly mean by that, my love?”
“I mean how long I insisted on the engagement being. We were engaged for almost double the amount of time we dated. I was just wondering if you thought it was worth it.”
Drew brought me in closer and kissed me softly, much to the delight of our wedding guests. When he pulled back again, I could see that his eyes were shining. He wasn't exactly crying, but he looked pretty emotional, and for a minute, I was afraid that I had said something wrong.
“Jess, are you kidding me?”
“Um, no? Not really. It’s kind of the question I’ve been afraid to ask you all day.”
"Well, there was no reason for you to be. I would have waited for you for the rest of my life, if that was what you needed. I told you when I proposed that you were the best thing in my life, and that wasn't a lie. This is the happiest I have ever been. Ever, in all of my life."
He might have said more, but Emma came running up to us, throwing her arms around us and making our dancing duo a dancing trio.
“Mama, Drew, this is the best!”
“The wedding?” I laughed, glancing at Drew over the top of Emma’s head. “I thought you were worried that it would be boring.”
“I was, but I was totally wrong. I want to get married, you guys. I can’t wait to get married!”
“Just do me a favor, step daughter, will you?” Drew asked, an impressively serious look on his face when she looked up at him.
“What’s that?”
“Wait a couple of years before you plan your own wedding,” he said. “I don’t think my heart can take another wedding so soon.”
Emma made her grumpy face at Drew, turned to give me a little pout, and then stalked off in the direction of her Aunt Sophie.
“You sure you’re ready for this, Drew?”
“Ready for what, Jess?”
“For this. For parenting. You know she’s not going to get any easier, right? In fact, from everything I’ve been told, I’m pretty sure she’s only going to get worse before she gets better. And the better part might not come for like, ten years.”
“Don’t care.”
“Seriously? Not at all?”
“Nope, not at all. In fact, I’ve been thinking that if you’re up for it, I might like to start one from the beginning.”
“Start one? What exactly do you mean by that, Mr. Larson?”
“A baby, Mrs. Larson. I mean a baby. If you don’t want anything like that, it’s totally fine, but if you’re up for it, up for discussing it even—”
“Yes,” I said, cutting him off.
“For real?”
“Yes,” I said, laughing. “For real. How come you never believe me when I say yes to the questions you ask me?”
“Because it’s hard to believe I’m that lucky, Jess. I still can’t believe how fucking lucky I am.”
“That makes two of us. Forever and for always.”
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Falling for Her
Blurb
Neil Driscoll has no intention of looking back. He’s got a trajectory in mind and he’s sticking to it, whether it ruins other people’s lives or not. He’s worked hard to get where he is and has no intention of stopping, not for anyone. Not for anyone or anything, that is, aside from a tragedy that drives him to the home he has come to hate. He vows to stay for as short amount of time as possible, however, and has no intention of breaking that vow, even when a chance encounter throws his entire world off balance.
Fay Turner has never left home and has no intention of doing so. Why would she, when home has everything in the world she could ever want? Her life is predictable and she likes it that way, right up until a surprise encounter turns everything upside down in a matter of moments. When two old lovers come together again, will it rekindle something long believed lost or will the time between them prove too large an obstacle to overcome?
Chapter 1: Fay
“Oh my God!” I said. “Don’t do that kind of thing to me, Courtney! You know I hate it when you do.”
“That’s right.” Courtney grinned at me from the space where she’d suddenly inserted her face in between me and my book. “I do. Which is probably why I do it. You realize that, don’t you?”
I rolled my eyes at her and pushed her head out of the way, gently enough so as not to hurt her but hard enough so that she knew I meant business. Or at least, hopefully she knew I meant business. Courtney Paige and I had been best friends for literally as long as I could remember. Such a long-lasting friendship was mostly a good thing, but it also had the unfortunate effect of giving her the ability to see right through me. She knew when I was actually angry and when I was just kind of annoyed, like right now.
Courtney knew I was just mildly annoyed, not actually pissed off at her. She allowed herself to be physically moved, but she showed no signs of actually leaving me in peace so that I could continue reading my book without interruption.
That was really too bad because I had a feeling the story was starting to get to a really good part, where the hero would finally tell the girl he’d been pining after how totally in love he was with her, and had been for years and years. I was a sucker for that kind of thing.
I probably would have gone right on reading for the rest of the day if I hadn’t been so rudely interrupted. Courtney, on the other hand, was a different story altogether. She had never been much of a fan of reading, and she seemed to have a particular hatred for the romance books I completely loved.
Courtney frowned at me, pretending to be stern. “Um, little lady, you do know that we’re at work, right? I mean, technically, that is?”
“Right,” I said. “What’s your point?”
“Well, I guess my point is that this is a diner, not a library. Do you really think you should just be sitting there at the counter, reading a book like you don’t give a shit who sees you?”
“Are you kidding me?” I asked, laughing. I grabbed a napkin to use as a bookmark before shutting my book. “You’re actually drinking a beer right now. We’re at work, as you so lovingly reminded me, and you’re drinking a beer. Do you think that’s a good idea?”
“Totally different.” Courtney grinned before taking another long swig off of her longneck bottle. “Not even in the same ballpark.”
“Oh yeah? And how do you figure? I mean, how do you justify that drinking a beer on the job is more professional than reading a book while we wait around for even one customer to come in? I would really love to know.”
“Hmm, beer is part of the food industry? So at least I’m sticking with the correct genre? Sure, let’s go with that. Besides, it’s time for you to stop reading that crap anyway. You’ve got to know that by now, Fay. You aren’t a dreamy little girl anymore. You’re twenty-six years old, for Christ’s sake. Don’t you think it’s time to grow up some?”
And there it was. The thing at the heart of this recurring fight about my voracious reading. It wasn’t the actual reading Courtney had a problem with so much as the subject matter. She made no secret about objecting to my choice of entertainment. She hated romances. She didn’t just dislike them, but hated them. She hated them as if they had somehow managed to personally offend, even though they were only inanimate objects.
They were just stories. Just things I used to pass the time and add a little magic to my life. But to look at the scowl Courtney wore on her face now, you would think I was reading about Hitler.
She hated them like someone would hate the mean girl who bullied them in high school. I had never really been able to understand her hostility toward romance novels, despite her loud explanations for it. Explanations she was going to offer up all over again, by the look of it.
“Fay, you’ve got to stop filling your head with nonsense, okay? I mean, for real. What do you think it’s doing to your brain, filling it with so much crap?”
“But it’s not crap,” I insisted.
“Oh yeah? How do you figure? You aren’t telling me you think those stories are all realistic, are you? Because if that’s the case, we’ve got bigger problems than I thought. Like, ‘call the men in the white coats’ problems.”
I shook my head. “No, that’s not what I’m saying. Of course not. But stories don’t all have to be one hundred percent realistic to be worth reading.”
“But they aren’t worth reading. That’s my point! It’s all crap because life doesn’t work that way.”
The ringing of the little bell over the front door of the diner interrupted the momentum of Courtney’s impending tirade. At least, for the moment. We both looked up, mildly surprised at the intrusion, seeing as how people rarely ate in our little hole in the wall. Courtney took the man a menu and got him started, leaving me to mull over the things she’d been saying to me once again.
She kept trying to dissuade me from continuing my love affair with my romance novels. Over the years, she’d told me how stupid my fascination with these love stories was so many times, I couldn’t possibly have kept track. Not even if I’d wanted to, which I didn’t. I couldn’t think of a more depressing thing to keep a tally of.
Her basic argument was always the same. What was the point in getting myself all worked up and moony over a concept that didn’t exist it real life? What was the point of getting attached to the idea of happily-ever-afters when I was never going to get one of my own? In short, Courtney thought I was setting myself up for failure, and her constant nagging at me was her way of trying to protect me.
She meant well, and because of that, I never got angry at her about this old argument. It was the reason that I didn’t get angry with her right now. She was trying to look out for me. Her heart was in the right place. After the death of my mother, who’d raised me all by herself, Courtney was the only one who was willing to step up to the challenge.
“See, here’s the thing,” she said in her always just a little bit too loud voice, as if there had never been a break in the conversation. “You’re setting these expectations, Fay. You’re setting these expectations for yourself, and they’re never going to be met. You don’t know what it’s like out there, sweetie. Men aren’t walking Prince Charmings. Not even close. The sooner you get that idea out of your head, the better off you’ll be. And hey? Maybe you’ll finally be able to get rid of the V-card! God knows you need to before you hit thirty. Can you imagine?”
“Courtney!” I hissed. My cheeks flamed up a hot, bright red immediately at her mention of my lingering virginity. “Come on!”
“What?” She laughed, hopping up on the diner’s front lunch counter and swinging her legs nonchalantly. “It’s not like there’s anyone here to listen.”
“Um, aren’t you forgetting about something?” I asked in a whisper, cocking my head in the direction of our one customer.
“What, that guy? He’s not listening. Old guys don’t give a shit about the kind of stuff people like us talk about. Anyway, don’t try to c
hange the subject. The point is, the sooner you get this fairytale idea of love out of your head, the better. We live in Ashville, Alaska, Fay. There aren’t millions of men walking around just waiting to sweep us off our feet. And there aren’t a bunch of things to amuse us everywhere we turn. Smoking, partying, those are the only things here to help pass the time, and they aren’t bad things, either. That’s all I’m saying, lady. The sooner you get rid of this romanticism of yours, the sooner you can come join the land of the living. And I’ll be right there waiting for you when you do, ready to throw you a fucking party!”
Courtney hopped back off the counter and headed to the back, presumably to take inventory or some other equally tedious thing. I smiled and shook my head, opening my book back up in spite of everything Courtney had just said. Almost instantaneously, I was caught up in the drama of the story again. So caught up that I didn’t even notice when our one patron approached the part of the counter I leaned up against. It was only when he cleared his throat bashfully that I looked up with a start, letting out a little gasp of surprise when I did so.
“Oh!”
“Sorry,” he said quickly, his face bashful and as red as mine had been at the mention of my virginity. “I didn’t mean to startle you, miss.”