by Katie Ford
And to my surprise, Liam didn’t push me off his lap or shove me away, eyes cold. Instead, those arms stayed strong and warm around my form, holding me close.
“So the money doesn’t mean anything to you, hmmm?” he asked in a slow drawl. “You wouldn’t care if I was nothing but a cop, getting by on a small town salary?”
I threw my arms around his strong neck then, burrowing close to that male heat.
“No, not at all,” was my broken whisper. “I’d be perfectly happy married to a small-town cop. I’d want to be with you Liam, come hell or high water, through good times and bad. I know it sounds crazy, but it’s true. I don’t care about the money, and yes, there will be difficult times, but escorting as a second job isn’t the answer.”
I could feel something moving beneath me and with shock, realized that it was his big chest rumbling with silent laughter. Immediately, I pulled back, eyes wide and a little angry.
“Why are you laughing?” I demanded in a whisper. “I’m being serious here.”
“I know you are,” he apologized immediately, those blue eyes still dancing even as his voice became serious. “But it’s because I love everything about you, Marisa, that I’m laughing. Your values, your sense of honor, and most importantly, the way that you always say what you mean. I love those things about you, and that’s why I’m laughing.”
I pulled away then, heart beating like a drum yet unable to talk. Because did Liam just say that he loved me? Or at least loved something about me, some traits and characteristics at least? I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
Fortunately, my handsome lover didn’t mind. His big hand stroked down my back gently, caressing the curve of my spine.
“I haven’t been on any dates since I met you,” he drawled slowly, eyes serious now. “And I mean ever since we met on that snowy night a year ago, not when we met up later in the hotel. Somehow, you made such an impression on me, that I pretty much stopped.”
“But we met through your agency,” I protested, eyes wide. “So what do you mean, you stopped?”
He nodded, expression thoughtful.
“Well, I guess it’s kind of a funny story. After we first met, I couldn’t get you out of my mind. It was crazy. You were literally a high school girl, and yet the memories of that encounter drove me nuts. So after six months, I gave in and took a client from the service, which luckily turned out to be you. So yeah, I haven’t been with anyone since we first met because you do that to me, sweetheart,” he said simply. “You make every other woman seem like a shadow compared to your curves.”
I gaped at him again, mouth opening and closing like a dying fish. Because was Liam speaking the truth? We’d been exclusive since that winter night a year ago?
And reading my mind, the dark man nodded again, blue eyes gleaming.
“That’s right sweetheart. You made such an impression on me with your heated cunt honey that I couldn’t get you off my mind. So it’s been only you for me for the past year.”
Joy leaped in my chest at the unexpected revelation and my mouth opened, eyes wide.
“Really?” I whispered, heart pounding hard. “Is that true?”
“Absolutely true and hope to die,” he said, grinning while holding his fist up in a Cub Scout pledge. “Stick a needle in my eye.”
I was unable to speak for a moment, but then happiness crashed over my frame.
“Oh you!” I squealed. “You’re mixing two different things up. The saying is a children’s rhyme but the pledge is from the Boy Scouts.”
Liam grinned and shrugged, devilishly handsome as always.
“Well, you get my point,” he growled. “But I mean it when I say there’s no one for me but you, Marisa.” Suddenly, his tone grew serious. “And I appreciate what you said about money not being important because I have some news for you. I’m quitting the force.”
And this time, the shock was overwhelming. If before I’d been surprised, now I was being shot out of a cannon with my hair on fire.
“It’s not because of me, is it?” I asked on bated breath. “It’s not because of something I said? Because I want you to give up escorting, but the police work is completely fine. I’d be proud to be with an officer of the law, Liam, and I mean that a hundred percent,” I said, gazing into his eyes.
He kissed me then, those molded lips seizing mine with heat. But then the man pulled back, capturing my heart with that piercing blue gaze.
“No sweetheart, it has nothing to do with money. You see, my family has a company and they’ve been begging me to join it for, oh, about ten years now. Figured it was time to do so. After all, I can’t let Cousin Ike run it into the ground.”
I nodded enthusiastically.
“Of course,” was my reply. “If you want to join your family’s company or work at McDonald’s, I’m okay with that. I’ll get a job after graduation, and we’ll have two incomes then. It’s all honest work, Liam, and I want to be with you no matter how much you make.”
His expression grew thoughtful as those blue eyes took me in.
“Well, that’s the thing, sweetheart,” he said slowly. “If I join Davies Paper, you won’t have to work if you don’t want to. In fact, I’d prefer it for the first few years after you graduate because I want you to be heavy and curvy, loaded with my babies.”
Now all words escaped me because this was beyond my wildest expectations. I’d thought this conversation was going to go poorly, what with my demands about him giving up escorting. But not only was Liam agreeing to it, but he was telling me he had another job in his pocket, and he wanted me to be the mother of his children?
“Are you serious?” I asked in a breathless whisper, my heart almost beating its way out of my chest. “You want to get married and have kids together?” I asked, the words rushing out in one quick exhale. “Because I’d love to if that’s what you’re asking, Officer Davies.”
And with that, Liam reached into his back pocket, and suddenly a velvet box was in his big palm, small yet filled with meaning.
“Is that …?” I asked, unable to breathe as I stared at the box. Only jewelry came in a box like that, and if I wasn’t mistaken, it was probably going to be expensive.
Liam’s smile was as sure and confident as always.
“Open it,” he rumbled, his breath against my cheek. “See if you like it first sweetheart.”
With trembling hands, I took the velvet box from his palm, running my fingers over the soft fabric. Oh my god, my dream was coming true and I could hardly believe it, almost afraid to breathe. But the smile on Liam’s face and the warmth emanating from his body reassured me, and slowly, I opened the box to reveal a beautiful diamond within, the sparkler dazzling and breathtaking.
“Oh my goodness,” I breathed before turning tear-filled eyes to my man. “Yes, Liam. Yes, I will marry you.”
And that’s the story of how a steamy encounter on a snow-filled street long ago morphed into a marriage. Because neither Liam nor I foresaw this result when the car came careening down the street, almost swiping his black and white. At most, it was pure chance that brought us together, especially since we encountered each other once again through a male escort company.
But in a way, I can’t blame Gold Medallion because it was their service that brought us together. Liam and I had both given up hope of finding one another, when suddenly, we were plunked together in a hotel room through an improbable chain of events. So I’ve learned not to judge because the world works in mysterious ways, and with Officer Davies by my side, there will be only happiness in my future.
I threw my arms around him.
“Yes, yes, yes,” was my ecstatic reply as I covered his face with kisses. “Yes!”
My man kissed me back but then pulled away, blue eyes gleaming.
“Sweetheart, I’m happy to marry you at City Hall tomorrow if you want. But promise me one thing.”
I lifted wide eyes filled with love to him.
“Anything,” was my br
eathless whisper. “Just tell me, Officer Davies.”
And the handsome man laughed before growing serious once more.
“Promise me that we’ll start trying for a baby immediately,” he said in a rough voice. “I wanted to wait until you graduated, but now I’m thinking I want you round and heavy with my child now. Give me that, sweetheart, one small thing,” he begged, those blue eyes fixed on mine.
And how could I say no? After all, there was plenty of time for a school and a career. Right now, completing our circle of love was paramount, and the truth is that I want his seed in me. I want to blossom with fertility, that male jism making a baby inside. So with a smile, I pressed my lips to his gently.
“Absolutely, Officer Davies,” was my breathless whisper. “Why don’t we start now?”
And with a growl, we were on the hotel bed in a moment, my fiancé ravishing my curves. My fiancé. Doesn’t that sound amazing? Because Liam Davies is everything to me including boyfriend, fiancé, and soon-to-be husband … and with love on our side, only happiness awaits.
EPILOGUE
Liam
Two weeks later …
My wife is so beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous with her big white rump raised in the air as she moans into the pillow.
“Yes, Officer Davies,” she pants. “Yes, right there.”
Because I’m teasing her pussy with a massive dildo and Marisa wants it bad. My little whore likes it every which way, and I’m the man who gives it to her.
I take my job seriously too because once upon a time, making a woman come really was a job for me. In fact, it was how I met my beautiful girl in a hotel room, reuniting our souls after a chance encounter on a snowy night.
And things have turned out for the better because we’re married now. My female loves me so much that she didn’t even want a traditional wedding with hundreds of guests. Instead, she looked at me, those caramel eyes warm with adoration shining from her gaze.
“I only crave you, Liam,” she breathed. “You, and you only.”
I couldn’t wait to have her either, so we decided on a quickie wedding in Vegas, just the two of us. I know it sounds about as classy as an Elvis impersonation, but honestly, it was really nice. They know how to bang out ceremonies in Vegas, even the kind that costs $59.99.
But what’s most important is that the girl belong to me now. Every sweet curve, from the smile on her lips to her delicious rump, are my property at this point, and I make sure she knows it each and every night. So I trash my wife’s body over and over again, making her moan and scream as we try for a baby.
“Ohh!” she squeals as I push the dildo into her pussy, those puffy, wet lips spreading around the black length. “Oh god, Liam!”
Fuck, I love this about my female. She’s so fucking dirty, letting me do anything and everything I want to her, including kissing her bottom, putting my dick in every hole, and making her orgasm until she sees stars. But like I said, right now, we’re trying for a baby so the rubber pole in her twitching pussy wasn’t going to be enough.
“Slow,” I muttered, withdrawing the rigid length from her twat. Oh shit, it was dripping with her nectar because like I said, my wife’s a slut and she juices hard every time. But finally, the length was all the way out, and I pressed a kiss to her darkness.
“It’s lubed up now, sweetheart, and I’m gonna put it here, okay?” I asked, circling her brownie with the rubber toy.
Marisa craned her head to look over her shoulder eyes wide.
“But Liam,” she mewled. “It’s ten inches and so wide!”
“I know,” I said, pressing another kiss to her anus and swirling my tongue around her pleats, her anus contracting swiftly. “But if we want to get you pregnant, this dildo isn’t going to be able to do it. So let me put it in you here,” I said, tapping her dark star, “before getting down to business.”
Her bottom clenched again before spreading.
“Yes,” she breathed, big behind swaying in the bed. “Yes, do it like that then. Put Mr. Black in my butt, and then put your cock into my pussy and give me your baby.”
I grinned because like I said, my girl’s a dirty one and it suits me just fine. I fucking love giving her the double drill with a rubber dildo stuck in her ass with me pumping away in her secret space. And why not? The semen’s gonna spurt deep and virile into her womb, and Marisa will be pregnant with my child soon enough. What could be better than that? My sweet teen will be swelling with my seed soon, and I can’t wait.
So as Marisa squinched her eyes shut, I slowly pushed the black dildo into her ass, her bottom resisting the penetration before giving it up with an audible pop. And then it was smooth going, sliding in deep and thorough.
“That’s it,” I crooned, so fucking turned on by the sight of the black rod disappearing into her dark hole. “That’s it. Stay loose honey because here I come.”
And with that, I was on my knees behind her curvy form, nudging her wet hole with my dick. Oh shit, as I pushed in, I could literally feel the dildo rubbing against my length through her thin vaginal wall. It was so tight in there, even smaller than usual because she was already stuffed full up top.
But my girl is a pro and took a deep breath before turning her head to look at me once more.
“Pump me full of your cum, Officer Davies,” was her breathless command. “I want it, big guy.”
And with that I began pummeling her vag, loving the way I had to squeeze my way in before picking up speed and giving it to her good. Judging from the way the girl clutched the sheets and moaned throatily, she loved it just as much as me.
And with simultaneous cries, we exploded together, sparks showering before my eyes as my dick jerked once, hard, before spraying the inside of her pussy with jet after jet of bubbly male cream.
“Aw FUCK!” I roared, gripping those hips hard even as I pushed the dildo further into her butt. Our fucking had been so intense that the toy had almost been pushed out with our wild gyrations.
And Marisa loved every minute of it.
“Yes,” she cried out, eyes shut as her head tilted backwards, revealing that perfect profile. “Yes, just like that! Fill me up with your baby, Officer Davies! Yes!”
And that’s how we ended another round of deep loving. Because this woman is the other half of my soul, and she completes me, from the physical, to the emotional, to the spiritual. Marisa is my rock, my confidante, and my everything in all ways possible. And after she’s pregnant with my child? Our circle of love will include three … and I can’t wait.
THE END
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A SNEAK PEEK
And the men, seeing the wet spot under me, chuckled deeply, their eyes sweeping over me with satisfaction, nude for their gaze, filled with their seed.
“We’ll see you back at the wedding,” teased one, zipping himself back up.
“Oh yeah,” agreed the other, shaking off his dick before covering it up, the droplets hitting me, that special, warm jism a memento.
And suddenly they were gone, disappearing into the woods with a flash. Oh god, oh god. The men were guests at my mom’s wedding, and I was going to have to get up in front of them and read a poem about eternal bliss and the sanctity of marriage … with the taste of their sperm in my mouth.
PROLOGUE
Stacey
The hotel room was amazing. I’d been upgraded to a luxury suite, a two-bedroom with a private kitchen to boot. But I was most excited about the bath. After a long day at work, a hot shower was just what I needed to wash away the stress of the day.
With a delirious sigh, I stripped, dropping my clothes in a heap in the hall. It was so nice, the deep pile rug sinking with each step, the cooln
ess of the air causing a slight shiver run over my skin after a hot day on the field.
Suddenly an unexpected gust of cold hit me. Damnit, hotels always blast the A/C, it’s almost like they expect Santa as a guest. I crossed my arms over my breasts, goose-bumps pimpling, the little hairs on my legs standing up from the unexpected chill. Vigorously rubbing my arms, I scampered over to the thermostat and saw that it was set at eighty. What the? The room was sixty at most, this thing had to be broken.
I’ll step into the shower and warm up, I thought to myself. It’ll only take five minutes. But common sense took over. Once I got out of the warm water, it’d be freezing still and I’d probably catch cold. I couldn’t afford to get sick, a sick day means your stand-in’s called up and I hated Pepper Jones. That bitch is after my job and she’d leap at the opportunity to shine. Better to call maintenance now.
Dressed in nothing but my birthday suit, pink bits gleaming, I found the hotel phone and picked it up.
“Ms. Light, how can we help you?” chirped a voice into my ear.
Oh right. I’d forgotten that the hotel phone doesn’t even need to ring, the operator’s right there. Plus their caller ID is fantastic and recognized me from the computerized guest records.
“Hi, I’m calling about the temperature in my room,” I said quickly. “It’s way too cold in my room and I tried adjusting the thermostat, but I think it’s broken. Can you send someone up please?”