by Kade, Teagan
She lifts her ass up high and bends her back down.
I grab her wrists together with one hand and play with her pussy with the other, flicking lightly at her clit, skimming over it with the pad of my thumb until she’s completely under my spell.
I hold her ass up and shift forward, positioning the head of my cock right between the engorged lips of her pussy. I take a breath and run past her hole an inch or two. The problem is I’ve severely underestimated how wet she is. My cock doesn’t stop, sliding all the way to the hilt.
She lets out a squeal, and she’s tight, so fucking wet and tight it seems a physical impossibility.
We’ve beaten death, and both of us know it, to steal away this moment.
I lift her wrists higher, pulling them off her back, her shoulders winged together as I really start to give it to her.
I tilt my hips up and ream down deep inside her sex, her g-spot swelling against the shaft of my dick.
I find a good depth inside her and fuck her harder than I’ve ever fucked anyone before, our bodies smashing together wetly, her ass cherry red.
I pull my cock out and gather two fingers together, driving them into her slick heat, thrusting them deep inside. I remove them and add my thumb, twisting it around, getting it nice and wet before I place it against her taint.
She doesn’t stiffen. She doesn’t show any sort of fear but instead pushes her ass back as if to say ‘What are you waiting for then? Put it in my ass.’
A long moan spills from her mouth as I work my slickened thumb past the tight pucker of her anus. I thought her pussy was tight, but her ass clamps down on my thumb so hard I’m worried she’s going to sever it.
I dribble down between her ass cheeks, adding in the saliva with my thumb, twisting and screwing into her ass until she’s a writhing, wet mess below me. I slide my thumb in and out, stretching her hole. Slowly, it begins to relax. I slide my cock back into her pussy below and soon she’s purring, rocking her hips back against me.
Soon the strokes of my thumb match those of my cock. I pull them both out at the same time and position my cock between her cheeks.
There’s no need to ask permission, because I feel like I know her every thought, her every desire and want.
I lean over her, holding her head and positioning it sideways on the pillow so I can watch her expression as I enter her ass.
Her eyes go wide at the first touch. She moans low, a murmur caught between pleasure and pain, as I work my cock into her backside. She pushes her rump back and against me, sucking more of my member in, begging me silently to stuff her full.
I’ve had anal before, but it was for my own, selfish pleasure. The girls I slept with never seemed to get off on it, but Lexi’s different. She’s pleading for me to go deeper, to fuck her properly.
I’m more than happy to oblige.
Taking Lexi, it’s all new again. The texture inside her ass, the way it cushions and clamps around my cock, is heavenly. With each stroke her asshole envelops my member. I rock forward hard against her body, releasing her wrists and reaching underneath her to strum her clit.
A warm wash of desire floods over my fingers from her open hole above. I work her clit, moving in slow circles and then figure eights, anything to momentarily distract myself from the milking her ass is giving my cock.
With every thrust I grow closer and closer to release. I bring my free hand down on her ass, slapping each cheek alternatively until they’re in full, crimson bloom.
I pump into her with everything I have, slamming into her hole and reaching down with both hands to pull her head up. I twist it sideways and press my mouth against her, my tongue forcing its way inside. She moans around it, wild when we part, her eyes wet again with need.
I bite her lip, pull her hair and she arches more, my cock running up into the deepest, darkest reaches of her backside.
Her head falls and she moans desperately. “Do it,” she pleads, barely able to breathe. “Come inside my ass.”
I spank her, and once more, using the full force of my hand.
That’s it. Holding her against me, I drive upwards, my cock a hammer. I hold her breasts, take the firm mounds and pinch her nipples, the tight grip around my fingers telling me she’s seconds away from orgasm.
Her body stiffens and jerks. She goes rigid, her moans turning to wails and then a sobbing mantra of my name. I thrust faster and faster into her ass, my balls drawing tight to my body.
There’s a clutch, a spasm of muscle that runs through her ass and body that signal her climax.
The way her ass grips and releases me sends me over the edge. I come hard into her ass, and still she begs for it, begs me to fill her.
Spent, I draw myself out of her backside and sit back on my haunches to admire the view. My shaft is polished and smooth, her ass cheeks still rosy from the spanking. God, she’s beautiful. How could I have been so stupid to pass this up for so long? To not take her and keep her all to myself from the very first time we locked eyes?
It feels like eons ago now.
I take her around the waist and collapse us sideways, spooning her from behind and brushing matted hair from her face.
“I wasn’t too rough, was I?”
She laughs, reaching back to check if I’m still hard. “Never. You’d be surprised what I can handle.”
“That sounds like a challenge.”
“Wait until I pull out my Njoy.”
“Your what?” I ask.
She laughs again, pushing her ass back against me. “Another time.”
A moment of silence passes where we’re in perfect sync, our heartbeats and breathing as one.
“Maybe you’re right,” I tell her, running my fingers down the shallow curve of her side.
“About what?”
“You don’t belong here.”
I feel her tense.
“You belong in my house,” I continue. “You belong with me.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
LEXI
SIX MONTHS LATER
“I’m home!” I call, finding Dex at the kitchen counter with Talisa on a stool beside him preparing dinner. They make the cutest couple ever—Talisa with her adorable face and Dex in daddy mode.
I place my handbag down and make my way over. “We adopted a child, did we?”
Dex is chopping up vegetables, Talisa sorting peas between two bowls, though half to seem to be ending up in her mouth and the other half on the floor. She squeals when she sees me. “Aunty Lexi!”
I reach out to pinch her cheek. “Hi, kiddo. You having fun?”
She nods with a wide smile.
Dex leans across the bench to kiss me. “I thought I’d help Dean and Ava out, given them some special ‘Mommy-Daddy time.’”
I come around the other side of the kitchen bench between them. “How very thoughtful of you.”
I help Talisa with the peas, surprised at how natural I’ve become around kids these days. I used to treat them like they were the spawn of Satan—I don’t think my own childhood helped—but that original trepidation and nervousness is gone. The trick is treating them no different to anyone else. Dex is a natural, offering to take Talisa whenever Dean and Ava want, much to their delight. Poor things look run ragged these days thanks to the baby.
Like their parents, Talisa’s always on the move, always looking to explore the world. She’s so full of energy, but I think Dex likes that, getting her outdoors and showing her the love we both missed out on so early in our lives.
Dean arrives after dinner to pick Talisa up, though it takes some effort to pry her away from her bowl of ice cream, Oreos, maple syrup, sprinkles, and ketchup.
Dean shakes his head at the concoction. “When you have a kid, I’m going to load them up so hard on sugar they’ll be bouncing their way up Mt. Halbbitter.
Dex can’t help but laugh. “Ah, but we don’t have a kid.”
“Yet,” I add, winking.
Dex smiles at that, a knowing smile passing be
tween us that hey, one day, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.
Dean rubs sleep from his eyes. “But sugar coma or not, I appreciate this, brother.”
They shake hands, Dex replying, “Any time, and I mean that.”
Dean kisses me on the cheek. “You too, Lexi.”
“Of course.”
A happy Talisa waves goodbye over Dean’s shoulder as they leave, Dex closing the door behind them. He runs forward and scoops me up.
I wrap my legs around him always surprised at how damn strong he is. I lock my arms around his neck, bringing my head down so we’re nose-to-nose. “And just what do you think you’re doing?”
He pinches my ass and I squeal.
He grins. “What do you say we get a little ragged ourselves?”
*
“It’s warm,” I remark, easing into the water of the hot tub.
“You thought it’d be cold?” he laughs. Dex is already in, sitting on the bench under the water. “This thing’s been sitting out there on the deck for years and I’ve barely used it, but that changes tonight.”
Wisps of steam rise into a starry sky above.
I swim forward and find his cock. “Hmm, nothing cold about this, I suppose.”
He turns me around and draws me into his lap, the smell of cedar and pine strong in the air.
“Do you know how bad I want you right now?” he tells me, hot and breathy against my ear.
I respond by grinding against the hard bar of his cock. “I can imagine.”
I start to melt and unravel in the water, my hair splaying out like a lily pad as I sink lower, his cock rising against my back.
“You’re letting your hair down,” he says.
“Just you wait,” I reply, adding a sexual growl and spinning around to face him. I kiss him, our tongues brushing together before I separate and pull back.
“Stand up,” I tell him.
He does as I ask, rising from the water like a marble, mythical beast. The water runs down his thick legs in small rivers, dripping off the length of his cock.
I smile and draw myself up, using my slender fingers to wrap around his cock and draw it towards my waiting mouth.
He groans when I roll my lips over the firm shaft of his manhood, working my tongue slowly up and down its length.
I suck him deep, but slower now, more tender than before. The wildness of our early encounters has been left behind for something far more sensual and intimate these days. I want to please him with everything I have, relish in the act of it so I too am panting in wait.
I suck him again in a long, deep stroke, the heat and fire inside me starting to burn as strong and bright as the stars above.
I use my free hand to cup and work his balls knowing it’s going to take everything he has to hold back and stop himself spilling over. When he looks down, I want him to see his cock deep in my mouth and how much I’m enjoying it, milking every last drop of pleasure from his body.
He groans, holding himself back and finally drawing me away.
I’m about to complain when I have another idea, standing up still stroking his cock and placing my head over his shoulder. My words are simple. “Put it inside me,” I whisper.
He takes my ass cheeks and settles us both into the water, bringing me tightly against him. My legs wrap around his body, his cock perilously close to the slickened seam of my sex under the water.
He presses himself into my breasts. I flick my hair aside and close my eyes as he slowly lets me settle onto his cock.
Each thrust is measured. I work against him, using my thighs and legs to lever against his sex and deepen the connection, bit by bit losing control of myself, the sights and sounds that overtake all else.
We thrust and move in the water. It splashes over the sides onto the deck, the steam cocooning us from the world, squeezed out from our open mouths.
My moans get louder and more breathless, shivers sent up my spine and a deeper heat settling deep inside in the core of my body. He squeezes me and I scream long and slow, climax after climax taking me, writhing with delight in the water, my back bent with every glorious wave of gratification.
As my orgasm shifts into a gentle throbbing I’m dimly aware of another heat inside me, Dex’s release in my ass tightening and then softening as he comes.
We remain cradled together like this until our skin starts to prune and his cock has softened completely. I pull away, drifting to the other side of the tub with a wide smile, studying the body and man that has already brought me so much pleasure.
I shiver through an unexpected aftershock.
We get out and head inside, soon finding ourselves in the bedroom and the throes of orgasm once more, our bodies still damp and tender from the hot tub.
Dex’s chest lifts. “I haven’t told you yet, but I have to go to New York next month to meet with the lawyer for my father’s estate and the West Group Board. Apparently, they’re keen to meet me,” he says.
I roll into his side, my favorite place in the world. “I bet they are.”
A hand cups one of my ass cheeks, the other slipping behind his head and the pillow, his cock a warm reminder against my leg. “Do you want to come with, or you just want to meet me in Fiji afterwards?”
I look at him quizzically. “Fiji? What are you talking about?”
He remains perfectly calm. “Seemed like as good a place as any for a honeymoon.”
Now I’m seriously confused. “Whose honeymoon?”
He starts to smile, his composure breaking. “Well, I haven’t had the most normal upbringing, as you can appreciate better than anyone, but I heard it’s what you do after a wedding, sort of like a tradition?”
I sit up, losing it. “What wedding?”
He can’t hold back the smile any longer. “The one we’re going to have after you say ‘yes’ to this.”
He brings the hand under the pillow away to reveal a ring—simple and silver, a trio of diamonds around the band that sure doesn’t look like something you’d pick up at Riley’s Thriftway.
My breath catches. “I… don’t know… what to say.”
He pulls me on top of him. “’Yes’ is the traditional answer.”
I come to. “Yes,” I reply. “Yes!” I scream it now, falling over the top of him, kissing him as deep as I can before breaking away breathless.
He places the ring on the bedside table.
“Aren’t you going to put it on my finger?” I ask, my hands running over the inky wings on his chest.
He grips my ass, lifting me up and placing his cock at my entrance. Third time’s the charm, it seems. “I thought we’d consummate the engagement first,” he smiles.
“Is that even a thing?” I laugh.
His hips drive upwards, his exquisite cock running deep. “It is now.”
EPILOGUE
DEX
THREE YEARS LATER
It’s deep into the morning when I arrive home from New York. There’s a stillness to the house I’m not used to, not when you’ve got a two-year-old that hasn’t found their volume control dial yet.
I carefully place my keys on the kitchen counter and remove my shoes, padding down the hallway as quietly as I can so as not to wake anyone.
I stop outside the first bedroom and push the door inwards. The night light is still on in the corner casting shadowy outlines of Disney princesses and unicorns against the far wall. There’s an overflowing basket of plushies and soft toys beside it, a Baby Born set up near the bed in its tiny highchair. I approach the bed and kneel beside it.
Isabella is fast asleep, one leg under the covers and the other out like her mother, her flannel pajama top drawn high up on her back, her favorite teddy, Mr. Pinky, tucked between her arms. Her lips are parted, her perfect face caught in such peace I don’t think there’s a greater sight in the entire world.
I pull down her top and tuck her leg back in, pulling the covers tight around her neck and leaning over to place a kiss on her cheek. “Goodnight, beautiful
girl,” I whisper.
When Lexi initially floated the idea of adoption, I have to admit I was hesitant as first, especially after her own experiences and our troubled childhoods, but I came around. I’m glad I did, because nothing means more to me than our girl.
I regret how my brother died, without us really knowing one another. Could I have done more, changed his mind? I’m not sure, and it does no good to stew on it. What it has done is solidify my resolve to make sure Isabella has the best possible life.
Do I blame Ian? No. I’ve made my peace with him. We both suffered from the crappy situation we were put in. We both spent unhappy childhoods feeling unwanted and abandoned. That’s a deep, psychological hurt it’s hard to surface from, but with Lexi’s help, I have. Life, hectic and wild as it is, couldn’t be better.
The more I thought about it, the more adoption made sense. Lexi and I had been discussing starting a family anyhow, but here was a way to make the world a better place while doing it, to save someone and give them the upbringing we never had.
Adoption’s not an easy process. I don’t think either of us were prepared for how hard it was simply to apply, to go through all that paperwork, the interviews and checks, not to mention the initial outlay. I can see why people get disheartened, but the money from the inheritance helped, as did Lexi’s old ‘skills’ when it came to dealing with the agency. She’s a master of reading people, of shifting through and disseminating information quickly.
Funnily enough, the process itself was what led us to working with many foster-child charities we now support. It’s something that gives us both a sense of purpose and meaning, plus the inheritance I came into was far more than I’d ever know what to do with alone. Lexi and I have everything we need. I had no qualms putting it towards a good cause, even if it does feel like a full-time job sometimes making sure it’s allocated and spent correctly.
I close the door softly and walk towards the master bedroom. I enter as quietly as I can and sit on the edge of the bed. Lexi is asleep on her back—one leg out, one leg in. I can make out the shape of her sex underneath the hem of her panties, the delicate skin where her thigh meets her crotch. I smile and decide not to wake her even though looking at her is waking up every part of me despite the jet lag.