THAT MAN Special Holiday Box Set (Books 1-5)

by L'Amour, Nelle

  It was strange to think of my sister examining my wife. Exploring parts that were meant only for me. In my mind’s eye, I pictured Jen in those stirrups, legs spread wide, her perfectly preened pink pussy in full view. My cock flexed. I had the burning urge to bust through the door and fuck her on the examining room table. But the thought of my sister watching quickly put that fantasy to rest though I was still horny as hell. Fingers crossed Jen would be cleared to have real sex. It had been way too long—in fact, the longest my cock had gone without pussy in my entire adult life. Twenty long minutes later, the receptionist broke into my wet dreams and told me my sister wanted to see me in her office. My heart accelerating, I leapt up from my chair.

  Jennifer was already seated in Marcy’s office when I came flying in. A smile sparkled on her face. Marcy, seated behind her desk, lifted her recently acquired reading glasses onto her head.

  “Hi, babe. How’d it go?” I asked, taking the chair right next to Jen’s and sounding on edge.

  “Great news.”

  Marcy took over. “Yes, Jennifer has healed beautifully. The two of you can resume sexual intercourse immediately.”

  Immediately? Like could I fuck Jennifer over Marcy’s desk right here and now? “Seriously?” I asked incredulously.

  Jen squeezed my hand. “Really, baby.”

  My cock jumped with joy, but at the same time, a cocktail of apprehension and anxiety seeped through my veins. While I’d counted down the days to sink my cock into my tiger, unsettling questions hammered my brain. Could I hurt her? Tear her apart? Make her bleed? “Will there be any complications?” I asked Marcy, thinking maybe we should do it in one of her examining rooms for the first time just in case. Again, that image of fucking my wife in those stirrups flashed in my mind.

  Jen answered my question. “Marcy says you can do it as hard as you want.”

  Nodding, my sister smiled at me sheepishly. My cock was doing a happy dance.

  “Yes!” I said with a victorious air punch. The two of us were taking the day off from work. Boss’s orders.

  And then if I couldn’t be flying higher, Marcy shared one other bit of good news.

  Let me rephrase. It was the best news I’d heard all year.

  Holy crap! I was ready to pass out the cigars.

  And then I did something I should have done a long time ago. Before Jen’s smiling eyes, I hugged my sister.

  I drove home like a mad man. Skimming red lights and exceeding the speed limit.

  “Blake, what the hell are you doing?” shouted Jen, her ponytail whipping across her face. “You’re going to get us killed.”

  “Getting us home.”

  Ten short minutes later, I zipped into my condo driveway and brought my Porsche to a screeching halt. I literally jumped over my passenger door and yanked Jennifer out. Grasping her hand, I raced past the wide-eyed doorman to the elevator. A press of a button and a ping. The elevator doors parted, and in one swift move, I hauled her into the car and shoved her against a wall. My body pressed against hers in a heated fit of desire and need.

  “Blake, I can’t breathe,” Jen panted out as the elevator doors closed.

  “In a few minutes, you won’t be walking either,” I panted back, gnawing her everywhere and rubbing my already stiff cock against her belly. I slid my hand into the waistband of her jeans and glided my fingers between her legs.

  “Jeez, Jen. You’re so fucking hot and wet,” I breathed against her neck as I maneuvered my middle finger into her entrance. Fuck, she felt good. She fisted my hair and moaned.

  “You okay, babe?” I asked, still anxious.

  “Yes,” she breathed out. “Blake, I don’t think we’re moving.”

  She was right. I slammed the palm of my free hand against my floor button and the elevator ascended. I pumped my finger up and down Jen’s tunnel. It was dripping wet. Intact.

  “Blake, are you going to fuck me in the elevator?”

  “I may have to.” Dry humping her while I finger fucked her was setting my cock on fire.

  Fortunately, the elevator reached our floor with no stops.

  Two desperate minutes later, we were stripped to the bone and I was on top of her. My throbbing cock was rock-hard and so fucking ready, but I wanted to taste-test her first—warm her up for me. I spread her legs and then raised myself so I was kneeling between them. Not wasting a second, I went down on her, inhaling the sweet smell of her sex. After flicking and licking her slick folds, I powered my tongue deep inside her. A loud moan escaped her throat.

  “Oh God, Blake. So good,” she cried out, arching up against my hungry mouth.

  So good. Just the words I wanted to hear. I began to fuck her with my tongue, driving in and out of her without abandon. She bucked wildly against my face, her moans turning into melodic whimpers. The fact that she was so sexually responsive was sending me over the moon and making my swelling cock ache with desire. I moved one hand to her clit and rubbed it vigorously. Jen’s whimpering morphed into screams as she headed toward orgasm. Her fingernails clawed my skin. The pain mixed with the pleasure I was giving her and was driving me crazy with lust.

  A heartbeat later, she succumbed and juddered around my tongue while my taste buds melted in her delicious juices.

  Letting her ride out her orgasm, I withdrew my tongue and lifted my head to get a look at her. Still breathing heavily, she looked good and fucked. Now, it was my turn. My cock was ready for its grand entrance, but I had to admit I was suffering from stage fright. The questions I’d pondered in my sister’s office whirled around again in my head. I was still afraid of hurting her with my monstrous cock. And new insecurities surfaced. Could I still fill her to the hilt? Would she feel me? Would she come for me around my cock like the tiger she was?

  I repositioned us so that I was hovering over her on the balls of my feet, my hands anchored by her head and holding me up. Her legs were now bent and raised like a happy baby, her ankles hooked around my neck. Somehow, that stirrup fantasy lurked in my head. My anxious cock was lined up with her pussy.

  “Baby, I want you to insert my cock into your pussy.” I wasn’t taking any chances. Despite my sister’s assurances, I feared I would rip my tiger apart with a forceful thrust and my size.

  My eyes stayed on her beautiful, impassioned face as she fisted my big cock, her fingers barely able to meet. It twitched with anticipation upon feeling the crown at her entrance. The build-up of being back inside her had my blood racing.

  “Baby, take your sweet time,” I moaned as she slid my cock, inch by thick inch, into her warm wet chasm. Oh, God yes! She was doing it—taking me to the hilt. I let out a hiss when my cock hit her womb.

  “Blake, do I feel okay?” Worry was etched on her face.

  “Oh, fuck, yes, baby. Better than ever.”

  A smile of relief curled on her lips as she clenched her muscles around my pulsing shaft. My brave tiger hadn’t told me she was as anxious as me. Up until now, neither of us knew if the surgery had any physical impact on her.

  “Am I hurting you?” I asked nervously as I slowly withdrew.

  “Oh Blake, you feel amazing. I’ve missed you so much.”

  “The same, baby.” Relief crashed through me. It felt so good to be home. I thrust my cock back into her, ready to ravish her. But I controlled my strokes, starting off slowly, and then gradually picked up my pace. A look of rapture washed over her face.

  “Faster, harder, Blake! I’m not going to break.”

  In no time, I was pounding into her, ruthlessly and relentlessly. You’d think my cock would have no stamina after two months with no pussy, but let me tell you, Mr. Burns was blessed with muscle memory. There are fucks. And there are epic fucks. We were heading toward the latter. My cock was in overdrive, and every magic spot was within striking distance.

  She clutched my biceps to give her more leverage and rocked her hips into mine with each powerful thrust. I’d almost forgotten how fan-fucking-tastic it felt to fuck her. She was so tight
, so wet, so hot. And so mine.

  “Don’t stop,” she panted out.

  “Don’t worry, baby. Not a chance in hell.” I wasn’t going to stop hammering her until the elderly, hard-of-hearing couple next door was calling security.

  Our eyes never lost contact. Her face flushed with lust as my cock continued to plunder her sweet pussy. I grunted and growled. She howled. There was something so urgent and savage about this position that brought out our inner animals. My insatiable tiger was back, and my cock was back where it belonged with feral ferocity.

  I had newfound respect for the men who served our country. Especially those stationed on ships in the middle of nowhere or twenty thousand leagues under the sea in submarines. I mean, how the hell did they do it? Months away from loved ones and no pussy. They all deserved medals of honor for their courage and bravery. I was about to get a medal of my own. I’d never lasted this long. Deep inside, I never wanted her to let me go.

  And then unexpectedly, she began to sob, “Oh God, oh God,” and my fears bounced back into my head.

  “Tell me you’re okay, baby.” Borderline panic.

  She nodded feverishly. “Yes, yes, yes! Oh Blake, I’m about to come!”

  My balls retracted as she began to convulse around my pulsating cock. On the roar of my name, I slammed into her one more time and my own massive orgasm assaulted me. I’m talking nuclear. My whole body jerked as my hot release showered her magnificent pussy. Our half-mast eyes stayed locked in a haze of passion.

  While my cum spilled into her, my heart filled with a deep love for the woman who was my wife. For the woman who would one day be the mother of our children. I crushed my mouth on her parted lips.

  After a few luscious minutes, I withdrew from her. I rolled onto my back and shifted her so her head was resting on my chest. She was still sobbing.

  “Why are you crying, baby?” I asked, brushing away her hot tears.

  “Oh, Blake. That was so amazing, but I was so afraid. Afraid we wouldn’t have what we had.”

  I caressed the top of her head. “Baby, I was a little freaked out too.” Am I fucking kidding? I was scared shitless. “But what we have now is greater than what we had before. That was the best fuck I’ve ever had.”

  My words didn’t stop the tears, but they did put a bright smile on her face. I drew her tight against me. We stayed in that position for several long, blissful minutes, neither of us saying another word. Jen finally broke the soulful silence. Her tears had subsided.

  “Blake, we should shower and head into the office,” whispered my diligent and so talented wife.

  “No, Mrs. Burns, we’re going to work from home today.”

  And trust me, we had our work cut out for us.

  And a lot of catching up to do.

  We fucked all day. All night. And all through the next.

  The. Best. Valentine’s. Day. Ever.

  Chapter 24

  Jennifer

  I sobbed out my orgasm. Loud, heaving, sobs that to the unknowing ear might have been construed as the sounds of someone grieving a lost loved one.

  They were just the opposite. The sobs of ecstasy. Of someone who was spilling with love and pleasure so intense it couldn’t be measured.

  Oh, my Blake. He had made glorious love to me. Fucked me with such care and reverence. Letting me put his cock inside me with my trembling fingers. Waiting until he knew I could take him to the limit before he started to thrust. And those first strokes were so tender and slow. Like he was caressing my pussy. And then he took me as if he owned me because he did. As my orgasm took over, like the waves of a tsunami taking everything in its wake, every worry I’d had washed out to sea. My eyes had stayed locked on his impassioned, glistening face as he’d watch me come and simultaneously grunted out his own climax of cataclysmic proportions.

  And then we’d talked. Shared our insecurities and fears. Blake’s honesty and vulnerability struck a deep chord in my heart. Yes, we both didn’t really know what to expect and we’d avoided the touchy topic, but I had an idea. Unbeknownst to him, I’d done a lot of research online about what sex was like after a hysterectomy. Some said it was better, but most women complained about pain and the loss of sensation. Since I’d had only a partial hysterectomy, I was hoping I’d be in the former group, but there was no guarantee or way of finding out beforehand. When Marcy gave me the clearance that it was okay to have sex, I should have done a happy dance. Instead, I was a nervous wreck. I just didn’t let Blake know that.

  Blake held me close to him, his heart beating like a love song in my ear. The silence that followed transported me to another place. I felt not only a physical and emotional connection to him, but also a spiritual one that couldn’t be put into words. We’d at last consummated our marriage. He belonged to me and I belonged to him. We’d put the needs of the other before our own. He didn’t just make me a better person. He made me the best I could be. Tears of pure bliss streamed down my face. We were husband and wife.

  The days and months that followed flew by and were the happiest of my life. Blake and I settled into a routine of work hard, play hard, and fuck hard.

  We saw his family a lot. Every Shabbat, we went to his parents’ house and one Friday night, his grandma came over and helped me do it at our place. I was taking a course at the local synagogue on Jewish holidays and customs and was even contemplating studying Hebrew. Whether I’d convert or not was still up in the air, but these endeavors made me closer to Blake and his family.

  We socialized a lot too, though we were trying to cut back on the number of galas and premiers Blake got invited to. Yes, we ran into his former hook-ups more times than we wished, but I was quickly gaining self-confidence as Mrs. Blake Burns. We even ran into Kitty-Kat, who gave me predatory stares but stayed faraway from us, knowing what I damn well could and would do to her. I kept her phone with the Fuck the Bitch footage in a safety deposit box. And had a spare copy.

  We went out often with Gloria and Jaime. And sometimes along with their adorable twins who were now walking and talking. It was so cute the way they called us Jen-Jen and Bwake. Blake and I talked a lot about having kids of our own though we both knew that journey was not going to be a typical or easy one.

  We also socialized quite frequently with Blake’s sister Marcy and her twins. She’d saved my life and I was forever beholden to her. The little monsters were not monsters at all—just two rambunctious little boys who enjoyed watching cartoons and playing board games as much as I did; they loved SpongeBob, but still couldn’t beat me at Junior Scrabble. To my utter delight, Blake had grown much closer to his sister and his nephews, and we were both there for her when she had to contend with her ex. The wedding present she had promised us was beyond our belief. No price tag could be put on it.

  I was still attending my weekly support group for rape victims. Blake’s wonderful mom was organizing a benefit in the Fall that would raise a ton of money and help us expand our reach out program as well as move to safer headquarters. Jeffrey, her new event planner, was overseeing it. That was one gala Blake and I wouldn’t miss.

  And once a week, I got together with my best friend Libby for a girls’ night out. She’d flown to France and broken up with her longtime boyfriend Everett. Though saddened, she was handling it pretty well. Blake had a friend he wanted to fix her up with, but right now, she just wanted to be single and concentrate on her career.

  The only people I missed seeing regularly were my parents. They’d come to visit me one more time while I was recuperating from my surgery, but once I’d fully recovered, we Skyped and then they embarked on their dream trip—sailing to Europe on the Queen Mary. They emailed me daily and sent me many postcards from their month-long travels abroad. Dad’s leg had completely healed, and they were having the time of their lives. I couldn’t be happier for them. I told Blake that if our schedules allowed, I wanted us to visit them in Boise sometime in the summer.

  Work was amazing; I loved my job. My block of telenovela
s based on bestselling erotic romances was a huge success; the ratings had gone through the roof—skyrocketed—and had even exceeded analysts’ expectations. At the May Upfront in New York, Blake and I announced that MY-SIN TV was being spun off into a 24/7 cable channel. The audience of advertisers and affiliates exploded with excitement. In addition to airing more telenovelas, we were expanding the block with reality programming and talk shows targeted at women. Leading it off in the morning was one of the programs I’d proudly developed. Rather than telling the audience about it, Blake and I had decided to give them a sneak peek. The curtain rose behind us, and there was Grandma and her erotic book club heatedly arguing about who was the sexiest book boyfriend—among them, Christian Grey, Jesse Ward, and Lucien Knight. “Oy! That Lucien!” quipped Grandma. “Trust me, any Viking shmiking who can get his shmekel up in the vinter in Norvay is every vomen’s vet dream.” The audience burst into laughter. And so did Blake and I. He squeezed my hand, and then when the lights went dark, he kissed me. There was no doubt in my mind that Grandma’s new show, The Sexy Shmexy Book Club, was going to be a big hit. And at the young age of eighty-six, she was going to be a huge star.

  One Saturday morning in July after a delicious wake-up fuck, Blake told me to start packing my bags.

  “Are we going away for the weekend?” I asked him, seated cross-legged on our bed and still bared to him. He was always still full of surprises.

  “No.” A wicked smile curled on his kissable lips.

  I shot him a puzzled look. I could tell from the expression on his face he was up to something. “Can you at least give me a hint?”

  He affectionately tugged my ponytail. “Does the word ‘honeymoon’ mean anything to you?”