by Amber Burns
Her eyes widened as they parked in front of the cottage-style building, and she covered her mouth with her hands.
“How did you know about this place? I haven’t been here in so long, we used to all come here together, mom, dad and I, when I was little.”
Chris smiled.
“I know, your dad told me, he said you liked Sunday breakfasts here, so I booked for us. But let’s take a stroll through the garden first? I read it’s very pretty.”
Brittany felt nostalgic about being at McGee’s, and she held on to Chris’s hand.
“I miss my family all of a sudden. This place was always special,” she said softly.
He led her to their front garden and she stopped dead in her tracks, a gazebo had always stood there, but a circular table took up the whole space, and it was set for six people. In the space in the centre of it stood a small pedestal, and on it a vase with tall white lilies.
“Go look up there, there’s a card for you,” he said, pushing her toward the steps.
Brittany frowned at him, as he waited below the steps for her, and waked hesitantly up to the vase, picked up a card, and opened it. Chris knew exactly what it said:
Brittany,
Be my wife, and marry me?
Please?
He tried to imprint the picture of what she looked like at that moment on his memory, but as he felt eyes on him, and turned to see her family, and her father holding a camera, he was glad he would have a picture of her. She wore a knee length pink dress, leather sandals and had her hair hanging loose about her shoulders. He had never seen a more lovely sight.
Her ‘Yes!’ came before she looked up to see everybody else there, and when she did, she gasped, burst into tears and ran into his arms.
“I am the happiest woman in the world!” She cried, her face buried in his neck.
Chris let her down to the ground and removed the velvet box from his pocket, he opened it and took the ring from the plush case, and taking her left hand in his, he slid it into place.
“A perfect fit,” he said, kissing the finger and ring.
She giggled excitedly with her mother and Rachel for at least half an hour, before they all sat down to a most excellent meal. Chris saw the raw potential in the small venue, should it have an evening restaurant and bar facility. He pondered the possibility of purchasing it, as an addition to his business portfolio.
They relaxed for several leisurely hours, enjoying the coffee and cakes, before heading back to the city. Chris took Brittany upstairs, and they fell into his large bed, languidly enjoying each other’s bodies and lips.
“You’ve made me a very happy man today,” he whispered, as he brushed her hair from her eyes.
She smiled up at him, her blue eyes sparkling.
“I’m a lucky girl…” she murmured, slinking from his arms and down his body, making her way to his waist.
“I heard three magical words last night Christopher Baxter,” Brittany continued, running her nails along his thigh and watching him spring erect at her touch.
He stared down at her, “And what were those magical words?”
Brittany took his length in her hands, “You said you love me.”
He smiled, “I did, you were awake?”
She nodded and lowered her lips to him, all the while keeping her eyes on his face, even as he closed his eyes and threw his head back against the pillows when the heat of her lips and tongue engulfed him. He sighed.
“You are so good with your mouth Brit, I love it when you suck my cock.”
Brittany enjoyed the feeling of power she got when doing this. She had control, even though she was the one on her knees, he was the one lying helpless. She worked her hands up and down, along his shaft, spreading the moisture from her mouth, and as she did, she listened to his reactions. Chris, for his part, was resisting the urge to grab her hair and roughly fuck her mouth, shoving himself down her throat. He craved deep penetration to satisfy him, and his needs eventually overcame his control. Before she could react, Chris sat up, pulled her to his chest and kissed her, his beard stubble scraping the delicate skin of her cheeks and mouth.
“Come here you witch of a woman, I want to be deeply buried inside you.”
He grasped her hips and lifted her to thrust into her deeply. Brittany held on to his shoulders as he moved under her, her thighs astride his strong muscular legs. She tilted her hips in concert with him, and moving together, she found the right friction, that angle of bliss.
As the pressure built from him pounding against her G-spot, her clitoris rubbed against his pubic bone, and she groaned at the feel of his fingers on her breasts, bruising and pleasing and teasing. Brittany ran her fingers through his long hair and pulled his head to the side.
“Hmm, it appears you are not the only one who can pull hair…” she whispered, shortly before sinking those sharp little teeth into his shoulder.
He bucked under her, grabbed her hands to hold them behind her back and as she gazed down at him, he placed a hand at her throat.
“Careful now.”
When Brittany came it was with a gush of fluid across his thighs and a cry that shook the rafters. Chris held her firmly, and the sight of her surrender, and her raw, unhidden lust the most powerful aphrodisiac. He came, spilling his seed into an empty body, no barrier between them this time.
When the realization struck home for them both, Brittany collapsed onto his chest, covered in perspiration and breathing heavily, her chest and face flushed a bright pink.
“I cannot believe I am your fiancé’.
Chris lay smiling underneath her, and wrapped his arms protectively around her tiny body.
“I can, and it makes me want to jump with joy. I can’t wait to marry you Brittany McAndrews.”
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“Ryker,” her breathy moan driving me crazy.
She tilts her chest towards my seeking mouth, arching for the closer nipple to settle between my lips. I suck happily, releasing with a pop. Her other tit is a bit of stretching on my part and hers.
Under her butt I feel my cock lengthening, engorging with blood.
“Again, please,” Astra frees her nipple from my mouth. Her cheeks are flushed, and I’d worry that her cold resurfaced if we weren’t about to go horizontal for the third time. “Please, Ryker, again.”
Her begging is helping revive me.
She takes charge of her own destiny. Her wetness brushing my dick as she shifts, wrapping her legs around me, her beautiful large breasts swaying in my face in the seconds it takes for her to settle in her new position.
“Baby, yes,” I massage her legs, keeping still over her fleshy hips at her teasing rubbing. Not to be outdone I thrust back against her.
Astra aids me by bending back. Her hips are gyrating, saying much more than she’s able to. I dig into her hip bones and settle her core over my renewed erection. I’m holding on tighter, gritting my tight at the beautiful friction.
She feels so fucking good. Her cunt hugs me, her body welcoming me home as I lift her up, take her to my tip and expose myself to the contrast of the cool air in the room and her hot, hot body before plunging back in.
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“People. Oh, they were there. They watched me pull your thong down around your legs, one hand on your breast, my other hand slipped down your belly, down to plunge one finger in your tight, wet cunt,” I blow the last words into her ear, catching her ear lobe with my teeth, my nibbling earning a shuddery long-drawn moan.
Speaking of her wet cunt, she’s probably drenched now. Poor Vanna, but she upped the game when she showed me her secreted playful side.
“Two fingers, scissoring you open, your juices are all over my hand now
with my heel rubbing your clit. You’re moaning, panting and begging for me to take you hard and fast, end it.”
“D-Do you?” Inside the ring of dark brown, Vanna’s irises have dilated. Her lips move apart, tongue darting out to coat her bottom lip, gaze skittering between my stare and my mouth, her neck arching with the silent request.
Instead of kissing her senseless, I lean closer and breathe the rest of the story out, “I pull you back against my hard-on and you beg harder. My hand, slick with your cum, snakes up pinch your nipples. Then slowly, I push you forward until your ass is right against my dick.” I chuckle when she actually leans forward in my arms, in reality her ass a little lower than the bulge stretching my briefs today, yielding to the fly of my jeans.
“You were rubbing against me, particularly chaffing your sweet pussy to get to me. I free myself, my cock in hand brushing your cunt, spearing you open. Your fucking tight,” Vanna’s gasping breaks my concentration, and her kiss robs me of the roll I’m on bringing the fantasy scenario to life.
The short kiss is enough to completely leave me drawing a blank as soon as our lips part on a juicy pop. And it’s short only because I draw her back from me, moving my head up and out of reach of even her tip-toed stance.
She looks like sex.
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Allie stared up at me, her eyes showing excitement and fear with a touch of desire mixed in. I bit my lip, moving down to kiss her deeply. The hand that wasn’t resting on my stomach went to my hair, pulling at it and playing with the strands. I kissed the beautiful woman below me as if the only oxygen left in the universe was in her lungs.
After several minutes of gentle moaning and lack of oxygen, I forced myself to pull away. Allie panted for breath staring up at me with wide eyes. Her fingers reached down towards my belt, obviously unsure of herself. I frowned shaking my head.
“If you’re not ready, you’re not ready. All I want is for you to feel good.”
Allie seemed to be considering it so I made the decision for her. I moved down her body, kissing every inch of skin I could reach. At her panties, I diverged, kissing her left thigh gently. I then moved to the right, anything but what I could see she wanted.
“Chase, please, please. I-I want it so bad,” my lover whimpered, “Please don’t make me beg.”
I grinned and moved inwards, moving her panties aside and slowly breathing onto her already aroused pussy.
“Ah,” Allie gasped quickly, “Please don’t torture me.”
I leaned closer, watching her face as she waited in anticipation. I grinned wickedly, loving her desperate need for me. I pressed my tongue against her clit and wiggled it.
Allie surprised us both my cumming fiercely after only a few licks from my tongue. Her hips bucking and her head thrown back in a moan. I watched my love ride through the pleasure, allowing her to come down from the high before kissing her passionately. Our tongues tangled this time, allowing her to taste her juices on my mouth. I could tell Allie was still concerned about not reciprocating, little did she know I would abstain forever if I could just watch her as she climaxed with those adorable moans.
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“Is that why you are here?” She looked into his eyes. The green of her irises was even brighter wetted with her tears.
“I’m here because that’s where I need to be. For whatever you need me – I’m by your side,” he vowed. He meant every single word he said and hoped she believed him. He was a fool to stay away for so long.
Adel regarded him for long moments. Her eyes had gotten sharper – more determined, more desperate. Rage feared of what he would find there if he delved into the very depths of her endless gaze.
“What if I need you to fuck me senseless? So hard, that I forget everything else around me. Can you do that, Rage?”
It was the first time he had heard her use his nickname. She was the only one who had stubbornly refused to call him anything but his real name. He got it now – she did not need Dave to hold her, to make love to her. He needed Rage – the biker in his leather cut – the wild beast to devour her, to fuck her pain away.
If that was what she needed, Dave was going to give it to her. More than anything in the world he would want to be caring and tender to her, but he had promised to give her everything she needed, to let her use him to heal her wounds. He could be the bad boy she desired.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he spoke in his commanding voice, which he knew was turning her on so much. He lifted her tiny body in his arms and walked toward her bedroom.
Wild and rough, he reminded himself.