by Mia Ford
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.”
Best Seller: Body Heat
Blurb
Damn you, Zoe Maxwell… You screwed my body then screwed with my head, leaving me to wonder what the hell happened… Why did you run away when we had such a good thing going… Fine, I was a control freak and liked it a little rough in bed, but I never heard you complain when I was slamming you into the headboard and making you scream my name…
It’s like she's tattooed on my soul. It’s been over ten years and I still can’t go ten minutes without her face flashing through my mind. Zoe freakin’ Maxwell, th
e girl who broke my heart and literally ruined me for other women. Now, I can’t even get hard without a bit of the rough stuff and my box of toys.
She said I was too controlling, in and out of bed. The truth was, I didn’t mean to be controlling, I was just afraid she’d leave me if I ever let her down. Maybe If I had been less dominant, maybe if I’d let her take control once in a while she would have never left me behind.
Now, after all these years, there she is, standing in front of me, older, hotter, sexier. I can smell her scent like a wolf smells its prey. I’m a different man now; rich, famous, confident, always in control, at least until she looks at me and I find myself melting like an ice cream cone on a hot summer day.
PROLOG: Zoe Maxwell
“What are you doing in here?” I whispered loudly as Mark closed the door of the women’s bathroom and locked it behind him. He never spoke a word. Just smiled, roughly grabbed my ass and pulled me into him and pressed his lips to mine. I didn’t resist. I couldn’t resist. I had given him permission to do such things the moment I stepped into the role of mistress and first wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.
Without a word, he hiked my sapphire blue cocktail dress up to my waist and lift me onto the edge of the counter as he proceeded to have his way with me. Sex with Mark was usually all about Mark. And quite honestly, as much as I couldn’t wait for it to be over, a part of me also enjoyed the way he used me. It reminded me of a past boyfriend, one I let get away.
I knew what Mark liked. My role was to give him everything his wife didn’t, like hot sex in a public restroom while two hundred people milled around outside the door. I bit my bottom lip as his right hand forced my shoulder strap down to my elbow. He squeezed my left breast as his thumb fiercely massaged my nipple. I held my breath as he pinched my plump nipples between his thumb and forefinger. I loved the pain and pleasure, especially when the line between the two was so thinly drawn. We’d had sex several times over the past week. I was sore, but was eager to take the sex when Mark was free.
I sucked on his tongue as he ran his hand down my stomach to the wet spot between my legs. I let out a quiet gasp as he slid his hand inside my silk panties and forcefully slid two fingers inside me. I pulled my arms from the dress, allowing it to slide down and over my tits to bunch around my waist. I laced my fingers around the back of his neck just the way he liked. Mark loved to watch my tits bounce as he fucked me. I was blessed with firm, round full breasts that Mark loved to slide his manhood through. He’d left a pearl necklace on my chest many times over the last few months. It was one of his favorite things to do. Like I said, I did the things his wife would never do. That was how our relationship worked, at least for Mark.
“I couldn’t wait to have you,” he said over gusts of breath, his finger still thrusting in and out of me up to the knuckle. “When I saw you standing there… talking to Graham… so fucking sexy…”
“I wasn’t sure you’d come,” I said. “I’m… glad... you did…” I bit my lip as he forced three fingers inside me and curled them to search for my G-spot. Little sparks of delight shot through my body when his fingertips found their target.
He playfully bit my lower lip and looked deep into my eyes. “Spread your legs for me, baby.”
“Mark, we’re… in a… public restroom… this is… insane…” I gasped as he pinched and held both my nipples firmly.
He growled in my ear. “Spread your legs… Now…”
There was an edge to his voice that made me blink. Something dangerous, something I’d never heard before. I put my hands on the edge of the counter behind me and spread my legs as Mark pushed my shoulders back toward the mirror.
“Good girl.” He smiled as he let go of my nipples, releasing them finally from the vice of his fingertips. I was so caught up in the moment I didn’t even notice when Mark had unzipped his pants to expose himself. Before I had time to take another breath, he pushed aside the crotch of my soaked panties and thrust inside me until he go inside no further. I could feel my opening spreading to accommodate his girth. His sizable cock was Mark’s best attribute. It was a pity that endurance didn’t come with size.
With an intensity that I had not seen from him before, Mark dug his fingers into my ass and started thrusting in and out with such force I thought for sure the people on the other side of the door would hear our grunts and groans. A few more forceful thrusts and he came to a dead stop as he shot his load inside me. I could feel the pulsating of his cock with each wave. And just as quickly as it had started, it was over. That was usually where things ended, but tonight Mark didn’t stop pleasuring me just because he had shot his load. To my astonishment and delight, he leaned down and kissed me hard on the lips; a good, long, deep, passionate kiss between lovers. His cock slid out of me, but was quickly replaced by his fingers.
“Mark, what are you…”
“I want you to cum, baby,” he said, his lips on my neck, his fingers working furiously between my legs. “Do you want me to make you cum, baby? Do you? Tell me, Zoe. Tell me what you want.”
“I want to cum…” I whispered, my lips at his ear, his teeth on my neck. “Please… yes… make me… cum…”
Mark slowly fucked me with his fingers as he kissed my lips, probing with his tongue. He was bringing me closer to orgasm with every stroke. I had never seen or felt him be so attentive. My knees clasped around his arm when the orgasm hit. I wasn’t sure what was happening, but I prayed that he wouldn’t stop.
“Oh… god… yessss… I’m… oh… Mark… oh… oh…” I clenched my arms around his head and pulled him to me as his fingers took me all the way home. He kept going, plunging, until I let go of his head and grabbed his wrist, forcing him to stop.
“Let me breathe,” I said, playfully pushing him away, smiling coyly at him. He took a step back and matched my smile. His gooey right hand dangled at his side, dripping with our juices. He had just given me the best orgasm he ever had. Strange that it happened in a public restroom in the middle of a huge dinner party at a ritzy New York hotel.
“ That … was… amazing,” I said, panting, smiling at him. I turned toward the mirror and adjusted my dress down over my hips and back up over my breasts. I grabbed a towel from the stack on the counter and turned to the sink to wash up, still dazed about what just happened.
“I’m glad it was amazing,” Mark said as he tucked his cock back into his suit pants and stepped over to the other sink to wash his hands. He dried his hands on a towel, dropped it in the dirty towel bin, then reached for his jacket that was hanging on the hook behind the door. He slid his arms into the jacket and stared at me in the mirror. “Since it will probably be the last time we fuck.”
I frowned at him in the mirror. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
He frowned back at me. His frown was much harder than mine. It was cold, resentful, angry. “When were you going to tell me?”
“Tell you what?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe that you’re leaving town for a few months to research a new book?”
Shit. How did he find out? I leaned into the mirror and tried to be coy. “I didn’t know I needed to inform you of my plans.”
“It would have been nice if you had, Zoe. I respect you and I thought you held the same respect for me. Guess not, huh?”
I tried not to roll my eyes. Respect? Really? Mark and I obviously had different opinions on the meaning of the word. “I didn’t tell you because I’m still not sure if I’m going to go. Or how long I’ll be gone.”
“Don’t lie to me, Zoe,” Mark said, huffing. “We both know you’re leaving for Costa Rica next week to research your next book, probably for a few months if the press release from your publisher is correct.”
I forced myself to remain calm as I twisted the lipstick tube and avoided his stare in the mirror. “Who told you that?”
“No one had to tell me,” Mark said as he moved in close behind me. I could feel his hot breath on my neck, burning my
skin like a hot desert wind. “It was front page of the literary section in today’s paper. Bestselling author Zoe Maxwell to spend the summer in Costa Rica researching her next bombshell novel. Leaving the man who loves her behind.”
I glared at his reflection in the mirror. “The man who loves her? Really? Is that what we have, Mark? Love?”
“You could have told me it was over,” he muttered, his lips pouting like a hurt little boy. “I should not have found out in the fucking paper.”
“They weren't supposed to release anything because it’s not a done deal,” I said through clenched teeth. I willed myself not to cry. Instead, I let anger take the lead. “Someone at the publisher jumped the gun. I’m really sorry you found out this way.”
“Does it matter now, though?” he asked, growling at me, his eyes seething with anger. “You’ve made your call. It’s over. We’re over. Fuck me very much!”
“What did you expect, Mark?” I asked, turning to face him. “You’re a married man. You’re never going to leave your wife. Sooner or later we both knew that this would have to end.”
“I just wish you would have told me the truth,” he said with a sigh that made him sound old and tired. “You should have said something when this first came up. I’m sure you’ve known about this for a while. Just because I’m married and this…”
“This what, Mark?” I asked, leaning against the counter with my arms folded over my chest. “This what?”
His hands sliced through the air. “ This ... What we have…”
“You mean us sneaking around and fucking like deviants in public bathrooms and in the back of your car or at my apartment in the middle of the day because you don’t have the balls to leave your wife? Is that the this you’re referring to, Mark?”
He swallowed hard and shook his head. “You always knew that I’d never leave her.”
“And you always knew that this would end, Mark.”