A Real Man: Limited Edition

by Jenika Snow

  “Get on your belly and pop your ass out for me.”

  She was on her belly a second later, and I grabbed her hips and lifted the bottom of her body up. Her cheeks spread, and I saw an unobstructed view of her asshole.

  Gorgeous.

  Her pussy was spread, too, all juicy looking, all pink and swollen from the fucking I’d given her. I wanted to see my cum slipping out of her and dripping down her inner thighs. I moved lower and onto my belly so my face was right up in her cunt. She smelled so damn good.

  “I’m going to devour you.”

  I ate her out, licked her from pussy hole to clit, right up her center.

  Over and over I did this, sucking at her like she was an ice cream cone. I shoved my tongue into her cunt and fucked her with the muscle, feeling her clench around me. She started grinding herself on my mouth, breathing hard and sounding sexy as hell.

  “That’s it. Fuck yourself on me.”

  “Yes. God, Quinn.” Her words were muffled against the bed, but I didn’t stop licking her to answer. I flattened my tongue and moved it to her clit, sucking that hard little nub in my mouth. I loved the wet suctioning sound that filled my head, and I got off on the way she thrust herself back at me.

  I started dry humping the fuck out of the mattress, trying to ease the ache in my shaft and balls. I wanted to see her get off for me, so I sucked her clit furiously, humming around it, knowing she was close.

  “Come on, Isabel. Come for me,” I murmured against her soaked, hot flesh.

  “Oh,” she whispered. She lifted up her ass a little more, and a tremor worked over her entire body as she came for me. Yeah, that’s what I was talking about … her surrender. I loved the way her pussy hole clenched, as if it needed my big cock inside of it.

  Finally, when her orgasm faded, I took hold of the root of my cock, stroked the fucker a few times, and stared right at her pussy hole, wanting to be deep in that warmth right now. “Get on your back for me, baby girl.” She obeyed instantly, her tits shaking slightly from the act.

  I didn’t waste any time getting between her splayed thighs. I positioned my cockhead at her pussy again and stared into her eyes. Without thinking or talking, I pushed into her, just shoved my cock deep in her body.

  “God,” she moaned and closed her eyes.

  I was buried in her wet heat, not able to go slow. I needed her like I needed to fucking breathe.

  “Fuck me,” she whispered.

  “Christ.”

  I did just that.

  I pounded into her, pulling my cock out before slamming it back in. Her tits bounced from the fierce motion, and I was riveted to the sight. Slowly I lifted my gaze from her tits to her face and felt this low growl leave me at the look of ecstasy on her face.

  She opened her eyes and stared at me. “I’m going to come.” She arched her back, her tits thrust out. I leaned down and ran my tongue along the underside of her throat, loving the saltiness on her skin. I felt her pussy clench around my dick, and couldn’t stop from going over the edge.

  I was gong to fill her up with my jizz, make it slide out of her when I pulled out.

  I wanted the sheets wet underneath her.

  I wanted to put so much of my seed in her that tomorrow when she sat down, it would still be coming out of her, making her panties wet.

  And then I felt my orgasm approach. It was a tightening in my back, a tingling in my balls. It moved quickly through me, and I fucking let it.

  “God, yes.” I rested my face in the crook of her neck and let myself go over the edge just as she cried out in pleasure. And when my orgasm rushed out, my cum filling her, I roared out how much I loved her.

  Isabel was mine.

  My cum in her, on her skin, was me marking her.

  When I couldn’t hold myself up anymore, I rolled off her, not wanting to crush her. But I put my hand right between her thighs, rose up on my elbow, and looked down at her.

  “This is mine,” I said and added a little bit of pressure between her thighs. She made the sweetest gasp. I felt her wetness and my cum start sliding out of her. I wanted it in her. I wanted it staying where it belonged. I leaned in close, feeling her breath along my lips. “And when I had my cock in you for the first time, Isabel, that was me owning you.”

  She closed her eyes and hummed, and I felt like a bastard for saying this shit to her, but I couldn’t help myself.

  “Have I told you how much I like having you all possessive and growly with me?” She opened her eyes and smiled up at me. I leaned down and kissed her.

  “I’m glad you like me like this, because with you, I feel pretty fucking territorial.”

  She rolled onto her side, curled against me, and I held her. I lifted her hand and looked at the engagement ring I’d given her just last month. I should have proposed long ago, but I wanted to give her time to settle in, to start school, to find her way. But truth is I would have married her as soon as I knew she loved me back all those years ago. I didn’t care if we were young, or if our parents might not have approved.

  Isabel was the very reason I breathed.

  “I should shower, baby.” I pulled away, knowing she probably didn’t like my sweatiness covering her, but she held onto me and snuggled in deeper.

  “Just hold me.”

  I wrapped my arms around Isabel and did just that. I certainly didn’t deserve her, but I had her, and I was going to make sure she knew exactly how much she meant to me each and every fucking day.

  Epilogue Two

  Quinn

  Five years later

  She was mine.

  Even five years after I moved out to be with her, finished school, and had known this girl since we were both ten years old, my love for her had only grown tenfold.

  I’d die without her.

  I’d kill for her.

  I’d even walk through hell if it would put a smile on her face.

  And knowing that she carried my baby, that she was my wife, had the possessive and territorial side of me so fucking off the chain it was insane.

  She didn’t know I watched her as she rubbed lotion on her belly, but I found it so damn beautiful. She was only five months pregnant, and because she’d always been on the svelte side, her belly was really showing. Pride filled me that my child, my little girl, was growing inside of the woman I loved.

  “Are you just going to watch me, or maybe come over here and put some of this on my feet?” She lifted the lotion bottle and gave me this sad look.

  I grinned, knowing she would know I was there, even if I had thought I was being sneaky.

  “Baby, you know I’d do anything for you.”

  She smiled at me, and fuck, did that make my heart beat faster.

  “I know. You’re so good to me,” she said softly, the love in her voice evident.

  I sat next to her and lifted her feet up and placed her legs over mine. “You deserve only the best, Isabel.”

  “I have the best, Quinn, because I’m with you.”

  God, this woman was going to break my heart in two with the amount of love I had for her. She rested back on the couch and I went to work on massaging her feet. I just stared at her as she closed her eyes and relaxed. I could have done this all day, because seeing her calm, knowing I was making her feel better, even if it was only rubbing her feet, had this immense pleasure and pride filling me.

  “Oh,” she suddenly said, her voice sounding startled.

  “What?” I was on alert right away, searching her face. “What’s wrong?”

  Isabel placed her hand on her belly and smiled. “She’s kicking a lot right now. She must know you’re close.” She laughed softly. Isabel reached out, grabbed my hand, and placed it on her belly. But I pushed her shirt over the swell of her abdomen, needing skin-on-skin. And then my baby girl started kicking. Joy filled me, and I started rubbing Isabel’s stomach with my palm, loving that our daughter was giving me this gift right now.

  “We still haven’t come up with a name,” Isabel
said softly.

  I shifted on the couch so I was pressed right up against her, and leaned forward so my mouth was by her belly. “I like Isabel Jr.”

  She chuckled softly above me, and our daughter kicked inside of her. I smiled, closed my eyes, and leaned down to kiss her on her rounded belly. “For real, baby girl. How about you’re Isabel Jr., named after the woman I love so much it hurts?” I whispered softly. I looked up at my wife … the woman I would give everything I am to. “I love you,” I said, and leaned up to kiss her. I was a possessive bastard when it came to Isabel, and I knew once this baby came that would go through the roof.

  She smiled softly. “And I love you.”

  I took her hand and kissed her wedding ring. She was mine, and as barbaric as it seemed to know this ring showed the world she was my woman, I fucking loved that it proved just that. I leaned forward over her belly again and whispered to our baby softly. “Little girl, there isn’t anyone that will mess with you. At least not if they’re smart.” I kissed Isabel’s belly again and the baby kicked. “Because I’ll lay everyone that tries to hurt you to the ground until bodies litter my feet.” I was intense, but I didn’t try and deny any of it.

  Isabel stated running her hand through my hair. “What about Cecily?”

  I straightened to look at Isabel, but kept my hand on her belly. That name just clicked, as if it was made just for our baby. “I think it’s perfect.”

  Isabel’s face lit up. “Really? Not going to fight me on it or anything?”

  I shook my head. “If you’re happy, I’m happy.” And I was.

  “Cecily Quinn.”

  And there went my fucking heart, right to my throat.

  Yeah, that name sounded really damn good.

  I had never thought I’d love anyone or anything else besides Isabel, but I knew once Cecily was born I knew these would be the girls in my life.

  And what a fucking incredible life it was.

  Isabel

  I didn’t need money or fancy things to be happy.

  I didn’t need anything in life that wasn’t in front of me right now.

  I didn’t need anything aside from the man that was currently rubbing my belly and whispering sweet things to our daughter, and the love I felt for him to make me feel whole. The years that had passed had been good to us. We were stable in our careers, had our own cute little house, and were starting a family.

  Quinn, now a Foreman with Mitchell’s construction company, had wanted me to cut back on work. Although I loved that my man wanted to take care of me, I couldn’t just stay home. I had to keep busy.

  “When the baby comes will you take time off to be home with her?” Quinn asked, and I knew he wanted my verification again, despite us talking about it before.

  “I want to. I want the baby to have someone here with her, but I’m also selfish and want to spend as much time with her as I can.” Although my parents were close enough to watch the baby if I wanted to go back to work, I didn’t want to rely on them for that. They were older, and needed their own time together. But then again I knew grandparents wanted to dote on grandbabies, and I’d make sure they got to do that.

  “I want you here with the baby, and I want to be the one to take care of both of you.” He straightened and pulled me close.

  I placed my hand on his chest, feeling the outlines of his muscles and the beating of his heart beneath my palm. He’d gotten bigger, more muscular, defined from doing hard labor. I couldn’t deny I loved just how manly Quinn was.

  And he’s all mine.

  “I can’t stay home for the rest of my life while you do all the work,” I said and smiled, feeling him tense, knowing that’s what he wanted if he had his way.

  “Taking care of our baby is a lot harder than anything I could do, Isabel.” He kissed the top of my head and I smiled and closed my eyes, getting good and comfortable.

  “I’d like to stay home for a while, but don’t fight me on if I decide to go back to work.”

  He chuckled and I felt the deep vibrations soothe me. “You’re tougher than I ever will be, that’s for damn sure.”

  He cupped my chin with his finger, tilted my head back, and kissed me like he owned me.

  And he does … just like I own him.

  Quinn

  Family and love are everything

  “Look at what we made, baby,” I whispered to Isabel, and looked up at her. She was lying in the hospital bed, looking so tired, but so fucking beautiful.

  “She’s beautiful, Quinn. She’s perfect.”

  “Just like you,” I said. She smiled at me, and my heart seized up in my chest. The nurses and doctor had just left, giving us some time alone. I moved over to my wife, sat on the edge of the bed, and leaned in to kiss her.

  I looked down at Cecily again. I knew she was just born, but I couldn’t help but think she looked just like Isabel.

  Thank fuck for that.

  “I love you,” I whispered to Cecily. “I didn’t think I could love anyone as much as your momma, but finally holding you in my arms, seeing your little face, hearing the sweet noises that come from you…” I looked at Isabel again. She was smiling, and it was just for me. I looked back down at my daughter. “I now realize that I was meant to be right here, meant to hold you in my arms, have Isabel by my side, and give you both every part of me.” I hadn’t meant to say any of that out loud, but I was glad the words were out.

  “I’m so lucky,” Isabel said softly, and I shook my head, still staring down at Cecily. She made these little noises and I smiled. I had my two girls. Things couldn’t get any better.

  “No.” I looked at the woman I loved. “I’m the lucky one.”

  The End

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  Virgin Holiday Bonus

  When I look into your face I see my entire world

  Quinn

  “She looks like you,” Isabel said, and I glanced up to stare at the one woman who had always held my heart. I glanced back down at our daughter. She slept in my arms, her tiny one-year-old body dwarfed in my tattooed hold.

  Our baby girl had looked like Isabel when she’d first been born, but as the months had passed I’d watched in awe as she’d changed to resemble me. She was beautiful, just like her mother, but I could see myself when I looked in her eyes, and it made this happiness in me grow to something monumental.

  Isabel leaned forward and kissed Cecily on the forehead, then moved up to give me a kiss. I could have stayed like that forever: my daughter in my arms, and the woman I was head over heels in love with kissing me.

  “I’m going to put her to bed so we can finish wrapping the ridiculous amount of gifts you bought for her.” She took Cecily and I grinned.

  Yeah, I spoiled my baby girl. This would be her first real Christmas where she could enjoy unwrapping and playing with the toys. Last year she’d been too tiny to understand or enjoy any of it.

  God, I can’t wait to watch her grow, to see the person she becomes.

  Isabel came back out after putting Cecily to bed, and together we sat on the floor wrapping gifts. I’d put some music on, and the low melody filtered around us. I wasn’t ashamed to say I was soft around my woman. Whatever she wanted, or needed, was hers. Always.

  I glanced up at the tiny Christmas tree on the breakfast counter. We couldn’t do anything big, not with Cecily moving around, grabbing everything in sight and putting it in her mouth.

  I stared at Isabel for long seconds, watching as she hummed softly and went about cutting the gift-wrap. I could have watched her for fucking hours. There was nothing more precious in this world to me than the woman right in front of me, and the little girl we’d created.

  “You’re staring,” she said softly, and looked up at me, a smile already in place.

  “I am.” I didn’t bother lying. What would be the point? She knew how head over heels I was for her, and that looking at her made my damn day.

  Before I could say anythi
ng else she was crawling over the wrapping paper and climbing onto my lap. I wrapped my arms around her waist, and felt my cock punch forward instantly. The fucker knew what it wanted, and that was this gorgeous woman making me feel like a real man.

  “I love you,” she whispered, and leaned down to kiss me before I could say it back.

  I plunged my tongue between her soft, sweet lips, stroked the inside of her mouth, and gave her everything that I was. I was so ready for her, my dick hard, my balls drawn up to my body.

  “Baby, I want you so damn badly.”

  She moaned, and that’s all I needed to hear. I made quick work of getting her out of her clothes, and pulled her back on my lap. I didn’t care that we were on the floor. I needed to be inside of her.

  I was frantic for her.

  I unzipped my jeans and pulled my dick out through the now open fly. “Lift up, baby. Let me get inside of you.” She did as I asked, and when I felt her hot wetness cover the tip of my dick, I clenched my jaw. “Take me into you. Slide all the way down until you can’t go anymore.” A guttural groan left me as I felt her pussy engulf my cock. She was hot and wet, tight and primed for me. I was barely hanging on as it was. I had my hands at her hips, digging my fingers into her soft flesh. “Ride me, Isabel.”

  Our faces were only an inch apart, our breathing mixing as one. She started rising up and pushing back down.

  Over and over again.

  Faster and harder with each passing second.

  The smell of her, slightly musky, so fucking sweet, and all mine, filled my head. I grew drunk from it. I was going to come before this even got started, and as much as I wanted to make love to her all night, fuck her until she was sore tomorrow, but aching for more, I wanted to explode.

  “I’m so close already, Quinn.”