by Alexis Angel
He grunts in satisfaction, feeling the change in angle and starts to really thrust. I try as hard as I can to stay still, just be wide open and wet against the car while he uses all his male strength to push that beautiful cock in and out of me.
I just keep getting wetter, and the vaginal orgasms are starting to pile up into multiples.
As he thrusts deep into me, my clit starts grinding against the bonnet of the car, and the clitoral orgasms hit the deeper ones.
I’m screaming, I’m thrashing, I’m grinding against the car.
I’m pinned by Will’s strong hips and huge cock, and I’m dripping wet down my fucking legs. Will drags it out another few strokes then pumps into a fast rhythm, slamming me against the bonnet as he begins to moan and growl, and I just scream.
“Yes, yes, YES!”
Into the dull grey mist. I don’t give a fuck who hears me or sees me.
I’m in love.
He’s so deep inside me that when he starts to blow, I can feel the base of his cock pumping out a rhythm all its own.
He keeps me pinned hard for a second, then leans down and kisses my bare shoulders, rubbing my arms.
“I’m not done yet. I’m going to eat my cum out of you until my cock is ready for your pussy again, and then I’m going to fuck you even harder, even longer, right here, right now. And I don’t give a fuck if a whole troop of boy scouts show up to watch.”
I can’t help but giggle at that, wriggling as I feel him slowly drawing that luscious dick out of me.
I feel his fingers on my ass cheeks again and yank on the windshield wiper as I get up on tiptoes.
Just as his hot cum starts to ooze out, I feel his lips gently mouthing at the hole, sweetly licking out the juices to start with, then sliding his lips in deeper and pulling my hips towards him.
“God, you taste good,” he mouths into my cunt.
I want to say something smart-assy like ‘don’t talk with your mouth full’.
But I’m done, I’m gone—the jerking deep in my cunt is coming out across my whole body, and my screams of delight send flocks of birds scattering off across the lake.
William
Kat and I are embraced, happily, watching the night fall. It’s quite dark now, but I can still see the trees playing winks against the mist as it rolls in.
Kat snuggles closer to me, and I realize she’s shivering.
“Shit, babe,” I remark, getting up straightaway. “You should’ve said something.”
I move over to the back seat and find my jacket, hurrying back to wrap it around her. She gazes up at me steadily, the glinting gold flecks in her eyes alive and sparkling even in this light.
“I don’t mind the cold,” she assures me, smiling and looking just so content, like there was a fire inside her driven by loneliness…and now it’s died down, leaving her peaceful in its wake.
“Just give me a sec,” I say, rubbing her arm lightly. “I’ll get my chariot properly fitted for my princess.”
I get the heat going and roll up the top, pulling out the little basket I stashed in the back seat. Kat giggles as I escort her to her door, theatrically bowing and opening it for her.
Once she’s safely tucked in, I shut the door and hurry over to my side, pulling out a warm thermos of coffee, sandwiches, biscuits, and my favorite whiskey.
“You did plan for everything!”
She takes up a cup of coffee, wrapping her hands around it and holding it out for a generous dollop of whiskey. I take a mouthful of whiskey straight and pour my own coffee as Kat takes a sandwich.
“Yes, I had a whole calendar planned,” I admit.
I just can’t stop grinning at her.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way. I keep waiting for my heart or my cock to start screaming at me to do an about face and flee, but all I feel is warmth. Comfort.
I was never a bad guy, I realize—I just had to find the right woman. A fucking tigress in the sack, smart enough to close five deals at once on three different calls, and gorgeous as a sunrise.
Kat leans back on the chair, sipping her coffee. I play with her hair, and she leans into my touch, a sweet, soft smile creeping across her face.
“So where are we going to live?” she asks before taking a hot sip from her cup. “I mean, I don’t mind, but I did just move in to my apartment.”
“I’m really not sure about the balconies. It was way too easy to get up there. I don’t think it’s secure.”
She gives that deep, loud I-don’t-give-a-fuck laugh. I never met anyone who laughs like that—more concerned with their own mirth than how they appear to others. She looks at me teasingly.
“You’re going to have to meet Bea,” she adds in, then laughs. “I think you two have something in common.”
“I want to meet everyone in your family,” I say. I move closer, stroking her cheek. “I want to know everything there is to know. I can’t wait to spend my life doing it.”
“Me, too,” she replies.
Her voice is soft, and she leans into me as we look out over the lake, so dramatic with the mist rolling in, like we’re contained in our own soft, quiet universe.
Kat leans her head back on my shoulder.
“It really doesn’t matter where we live,” she starts as she grins up at me mischievously. “So long as there’s room for the baby.”
I can’t think for a second. I’m staring at her. I know the words, but it’s not making sense to me.
“Will?” Kat’s smile starts to slip. “Are you okay? I was only joking, I mean.”
“What do you mean?”
Anxiety’s rising in me; my chest feels tight.
“Explain, please?”
She looks worried now, a slight frown on her gorgeous dark eyebrows. But she gathers herself and looks me in the eye.
“I was only just thinking…we never used any protection. I’m not on the pill. It’s just a possibility, darling. Are you okay? I can go to the doctor as soon as we get back to the city, if it’s that big of a deal to you.”
She pulls away slightly, taking a sip from her cup with those mesmerizing eyes fixed out the windscreen, mentally and emotionally pulling away from me. I put my cup down on the floor.
“Kat,” I start.
I reach out and take her shoulders so she has to turn to me. She looks down into her lap, then up into my eyes again.
Even though her eyes are glittering at the edge of tears, she faces me dead on, no doubt already planning her life without me.
She’s fire. She’s ice. A warrior goddess.
“I want you to listen to me very carefully.”
I run my hand down her arm until I’m holding her hand, stroking the beautiful ring she’s decided to wear for me.
“My dad sucked at being a dad…”
My voice catches. I clear my throat and push on again. “Having kids isn’t something I ever thought about, because there was no way I was going to put that sort of thing on a kid. The floozies I was banging, their fucked-up morals, my lifestyle, and the company…well, my life sucked growing up. It just fucking blew almost every goddamn day. So I just figured, it’s not for me—this kid thing.”
Her big eyes are getting bigger, and I have to bring a hand up to her cheek and brush her lips gently.
“But I thought the same thing about meeting a woman like you. And here you are, in my arms. My kid’s going to have you for a mother. I can’t be happier. I can’t wait. What do we buy first? Cradle? Shoes? I don’t fucking know!”
Kat bursts out laughing and spills her coffee—and probably mine too—as she forgets the existence of the cups altogether to throw her arms around my neck. In the mess of limbs, and hair, I find her lips with mine, steaming warm, and lightly fragrant from the coffee.
I kiss her gently and deep, our lips sliding against each other as my hands reach around her back and pull her close to me.
Just when I think I couldn’t love her more than I do at this second, she whispers in my ear and makes
my cock spring to life.
“I think it’s time to get in the back seat.”
Katrina
I’m standing at the very edge of the beautiful dancing area connected to the beach where our wedding was held.
The sea breeze is picking up, and the red and gold streaks on the horizon are even more breathtaking than the beach.
My gown stirs in the wind as I run my hands over my hips.
It’s a beautiful, perfectly-tailored gown. I had it made in the first stages of wedding planning, as I wanted to be sure I got the design before it was sold elsewhere.
The slender straps and hugging sheath falling into a gorgeous soft drape of long fringes across the skirt enchants me.
When I move and twirl, tiny silver threads grab the light and shine like shooting stars.
It’s just a bit tight across the tummy and hips, but that’s not the dressmakers fault. That’s just what happens when you have your gown fitted early, then get married at nine weeks pregnant.
A warm hand touches my shoulder, and I turn, smiling.
I know it’s Will, and I just let myself drink him in.
He looks amazing in his dove grey tux. It complements my dress perfectly and sets off his deep blue eyes and dark hair.
The angles of his face look more dramatic than ever, maybe he was always this handsome, maybe I have a new appreciation, or maybe it’s just that he doesn’t look hungry anymore.
That desperate energy he had when we first met started to bleed away when he put the ring on my finger.
It disappeared for good the day we found out, for sure, that I was pregnant.
He hugged me so hard I had to tell him to stop squeezing me—or I’d barf up the baby.
He puts an arm around me and I lean into him as he turns and begins to walk back into the reception.
“The others want to dance,” he whispers close to my ear. “And we have to do our wedding waltz first.” He rubs my tummy lightly. “How’s junior? Okay?”
I have to laugh.
“Yes, darling. Fine. Just like the last ten thousand times you’ve asked me.”
He pulls me in for a kiss, like there’s no one else in the room.
I know that my guests are waiting to be entertained and spoken to, but I just don’t give a fuck.
I want to let Will kiss me deep, and deeper, until we flow down into a puddle on the floor and explore every single inch of each other’s bodies with our tongues.
Being pregnant has turned me into a sexual dynamo. I’m always wet, I can’t stop thinking about fucking.
Will has the usual unrealistic man fears about my belly, so we’ve started getting very creative about our positions.
I’ve hardly had any sickness or weakness, and the way I’m going, I’m just going to get hornier by the day.
The strains of music begin to stroke the air, and a loud but even voice booms out, inviting us to take to the floor.
As Will sweeps me into position, I see Sarah avidly chatting with Bea over some champagne.
Would you believe they have the same self-defense instructor?
The two have hit it off.
Sarah threw a fucking fit when we said we were taking a four-week honeymoon to the south of France.
In a way, I don’t blame her. I’m going to work a few hours a day by remote communication, and so is Will.
It’s like having both of us at the helm at once. As soon as we told Sarah about the wedding and the baby, she broke down and cried. I’m hoping this will be a new start for her as well.
This event and my pregnancy has brought our families together.
Will looks into my eyes with a super-cheeky grin.
That eat-shit-I-just-threw-in-your-face look has been gone for some time now. He doesn’t have to defend himself anymore, or protect himself by using sarcasm.
He came through, he learned how to be vulnerable, and not be afraid.
I guess I have learned the same thing.
Right now, I just want to immerse myself in Will.
His arms wrap around my waist, as I put my hands on his shoulders and pull myself against him. The music starts to swell, and he starts slowly twirling me around the floor—he’s been so gentle with me lately.
I think if I want a really hard fuck, I’m going to have to tease him mercilessly to amplify the action. I’ve never made love the way we do now—with power, and force, but slowly savoring each moment of our skin touching.
I never had a lover who could look me in the eye before.
Mid-dance, I reach up and slide my finger along his ear, making him laugh.
We make a few more graceful circles, and people start to clap and join the floor.
I lean against my husband, looking up into his face as I relax into the hardness of his chest. He puts his arms around my waist and lightly rubs my belly again.
“Do you need to sit down?”
Will’s face is so concerned, eyes anxiously looking at me up and down..
“I’m not going to break, babe,” I tell him gently. “Women have been having babies for thousands of years.”
He laughs. “I know that, but you’re my wife…this is my baby. I have the right to worry,” he explains.
“Uh-huh,” I answer. “And did you read the material I left on the bedside table for you?” Will grins.
“About how sex in pregnancy is totally fine and healthy and even swallowing cum is just fine? Yeah, I gave it a look.”
I lean in and steal a kiss, pressing my body against his. I whisper against his ear, gently teasing him with my breath and tongue.
“Do more than look, lover. Think we can sneak away for a while?”
He pulls me closer, presses his mouth against mine, and kisses me deeply.
When I had my new job, apartment, and an office full of roses, I thought I was lucky.
The feeling I have now, holding Will, carrying his baby, is a kind of joy that transcends the triumphs of the world.
It’s my soul recognizing true love.
And I found it.
Boxers and Briefs
An MFMM Romance
By Abby Angel
Copyright 2017 by Naughty Angel Publishing
All rights reserved
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only.
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Jacqueline
"Cheers!" The lawyers of Stone, Carvall, and Winters say in unison.
"To Jacqueline!" The chiming voices ring out with the clinking of our glasses.
That’s right, they say to me.
"Hey Jacqueline," my paralegal Tonya says, handing me a cocktail napkin. "Good job."
I smile at her. "Thank you."
A big group of the lawyers that I work with come over and start taking a big group selfie with me. "Great job Jacqueline! You earned it," Nielson in Accounting says, walking by with two flutes of champagne that I realize are both for him. I laugh when I see him do a little tipsy giggle.
"Thanks so much you guys. It means the world to me!" I say to the full room whose attention is on me.
I'm at the end of a meeting with the senior partners of the law firm where I work, and I couldn't be more pleased.
I've worked hard for this, and now it's finally happening. If they made me partner then they must really see the value of my work and think I’m worthy of representing the firm and taking on bigger cases.
We’re the biggest, most powerful law firm in the nation…and I’m a partner. It all seems surreal at this point.
"Toast, toast, toast!" the crowd demands.
Who am I to disagree? I’m happy to oblige because this is my night. They broke out several ten thousand-dollar bottles of champagne just f
or us to celebrate that I made partner. A toast is owed for that, don’t you think?
I raise my champagne flute. "Thank you so much, thank you all so much, I couldn't have done it without all of your support."
With that, we all drink…but before long I return to my old office to pack up a few things, despite my assistant willing to do it for me. I just kinda wanted to be able to do it myself.
Finally, the work day is over and it's been one of the best days of my life. The sun is setting and looking out upon the city from my office. I feel so treasured at my job and I know that I already said this, but my dream has finally come true!
I made partner and I feel validated. After all my hard work, I’ve been rewarded. Of course, it's with more hard work, but that’s fine by me. I love being a lawyer and I've definitely worked my way up from the bottom. It's taken years to achieve this and finally, I have. In my office, I say goodbye to the old walls and the semi-small room because the bosses have upgraded me to a corner office that's just stunning. I pack up my things into a box.
"Good bye office," I say as I shut off the light. "Thanks for being there through all the long nights."
It feels good to close that chapter and get ready for a new one. I've spent many a long night in there, trying to work my way to the top and trying to get to where I am right now.
I walk the corridor to my new spacious, upgraded office and it's so exciting. It's like getting a new house or something. After all, I do log the longest hours here at Stone, Carvall, and Winters. I work so much that I feel more at home in my office than at my own house, so I'm excited to settle in as soon as possible and that’s why I just couldn’t resist dropping out of the party to come here. Well, for a second…I do have some other plans tonight too, but first I want to do just a teensy bit of “moving" in.
I place my belongings down and take a minute to see my new view. The view of the city from here is going to be great to look out at between legal briefs. Compared to my former office, I can see more of the city line and I have a clear view of the clouds. So pretty with all the oranges and purples in the sky. I look at all the people down below and wonder what they're doing and what they're up to tonight ... I want to cherish this moment and just breathe it in.