by Jamie Knight
My pussy ached and tensed as he thrust into me with all his strength. My stomach hit the back of the couch and my head hit the wall, but I didn’t care. The wildness of our sex just made it hotter and better.
Then Kane hit the on button for the remote. The nipple clams bust into life again—zapping wave after wave through my sensitive nipples. They were blindingly raw, and the feeling was so intense I screamed.
“Kane!”
My pussy walls clamped down on his dick so hard he grunted in surprise. I came—my juices squirting over his balls and slicking his dick further. My pussy pulsed and milked his cock, begging for him to come. He did.
Letting out a manly grunt, Kane spilled his seed deep inside of me. I could feel it coat my pussy walls. Stream after stream hit me and made me come again. My whole body pulsed and quivered—my breath coming in pants. Kane held me to him as we both twitched in aftershocks.
We were one now. The two of us were man and wife. I smiled, pleased to have my husband’s seed in me and hoping that our love tonight made a baby.
Afterward, we lay face to face on the sofa at the back of the office, our still sweaty bodies pressed together.
“The day you walked out of this office, I felt like I was dying,” he whispered. “The day you said you’d marry me, I felt like I was flying. Today I felt like the luckiest man alive. I love you so much it’s like you’re part of me.”
“The day I walked out of this office, I was sure I would die,” I admitted. “I love you, Kane McKenzie. It’s like you’ve always been part of me. Like somehow I knew one day I’d find you.”
Laying here, both of us content and sated, it was hard to believe that there had ever been a time when we hadn’t been together. Kane was part of me now, just as I was part of him. Our souls entwined, and that was the way it would always be.
We were two of the lucky ones.
Extended Epilogue
Reese
New Year’s Day…
We were finally alone. I draped my arms around my husband’s neck, and we swayed in time to Ed Sheeran’s Perfect.
Yesterday, we’d said “I do” in front of our closest friends. Sloane and Melissa had been my bridesmaids while Ray had been Kane’s best man. Melissa’s biker boyfriend, Archie, had even come to the wedding.
Sometime next fall, when the baby was a few months old, we’d hold a reception for our families and have our marriage blessed. After everything we’d been through over the past few months, we’d wanted to ring in the New Year as husband and wife, and that was exactly what we’d done.
Getting married on the top floor of the McKenzie building may not have been everyone’s idea of romance, but it was what we’d both wanted, and the ceremony turned out perfect.
Now, it was time for our honeymoon. Oddly enough, we decided to vacation at home—our home at the beach. All we both really wanted was time alone. Time without the jobs and phone calls and emails that constantly interrupted our lives. For our honeymoon, all we needed was time alone and quiet. Well, mostly quiet.
The cool night air swept over the second-floor balcony, prickling my skin and causing me to huddle closer into Kane’s broad chest. The waves lapped at the beach lazily, adding to the peaceful feeling that surrounded our dance. The whole world seemed calm and I let out a contented sigh.
“Are you happy, Mrs. McKenzie?”
“Extremely. What about you, Mr. McKenzie?”
“Ecstatic. I have a beautiful wife, and in eight months, we’ll have a beautiful baby.”
With a happy sigh, I laid my head on his shoulder and inhaled the delicious yet familiar scent of my husband.
“Are you ready for your wedding gift?” I asked, lifting my head. I caught his earlobe between my teeth and nibbled gently.
“You didn’t have to get me a gift. I already have everything I need and more.”
I stepped back and gave him a wicked smile. “Oh, really? Such a shame. And here I thought you’d like to fuck me in the ass. Deflower my tight, virginal hole.”
“Tonight’s the night, huh?”
“Tonight’s the night, Sir.” Taking his hand, I led him towards the living room and the soft leather couch. “With me carrying your baby and laid over our couch, you’re going to fuck me in the ass.”
A low whistle sounded from his lips. “Have you forgotten that I’m the one who’s supposed to give the orders around here.”
“Not tonight, boss man.”
Moonlight streamed through the living room windows illuminating the room, giving it an ethereal feel. I stood at the window behind the couch and gazed at the twinkling lights of the houses around us. Luck was on my side. Luck I’d created myself.
“You look like an angel standing in the moonlight. My angel.”
I turned to face him. “An angel who’s going to turn into a naughty devil very soon.”
“Get over here?” He came around the couch and pulled me into his arms. “If you weren’t wearing so much clothing, you’d feel how hard my dick is for you.”
As gracefully as I could in my slinky red dress, I fell to my knees and ran a hand over his bulging crotch. “I think I’d like to have a taste. I’m suddenly starving.”
He chuckled, and said, “You should have eaten more at dinner.”
I unzipped his pants and took out his dick. As always, it looked delicious.
“I thought you had other plans,” he said sounding pained. “If I recall, you were going to have me deflower your tight, virgin hole.”
“You will, but first I want to deep throat a married man’s dick.”
He placed a hand on the back of my head and guided me forward. “This married man won’t say no.”
I took him deep and tilting my head back, I sucked him down.
“Fuck, Reese. Every time feels better than the last.”
He tugged me to him until my nose pressed against the soft hair at the base of his shaft.
Giving a low groan that echoed around the living room, he withdrew from my mouth and slapped the swollen head of his cock against my lips.
“I wasn’t done,” I said as I reached out and began stroking his saliva-soaked shaft.
“If you make me come now, I won’t have anything left in the tank to claim my wedding gift.” He stepped away from me, his expression turning tough but tender. “I’ve allowed you to have your fun, but now it’s time for you to do as you’re told.”
I smiled to myself. There was only so much he would allow me to get away with. Anytime I tried to take a more dominant role, he would play along with it for a short time, but after a while, he would put me in my place, and that was exactly how I liked it. “What do you want me to do, Sir?”
“Lean over our couch, face down.”
Following his instructions, I positioned myself in the way he’d requested. From behind, he hiked up my dress then ran his palm over the tops of my stockings, pausing at the curve of my ass where he caressed my quivering skin. I was soaked and more than ready for him to take me any way he wanted. I wiggled backward, hinting at my impatience.
“Don’t make me wait, Sir. Take me now. Give me what I need. Take what I’ve been saving for you.”
“I want to make sure you’re ready for me,” he murmured in a low, husky voice. “Get you nice and wet.” He pulled my thong down my legs and yanked the scraps of fabric over my shoes.
Slowly, he kissed his way up my legs until he came to my pussy. He tormented me with his expert touch, leaving me breathless and needy.
I sobbed and cried out, “Please, Kane… Fuck me, please.”
He swiped his tongue from front to back, soaking my hole, readying it for him to take me in the one place I’d held back on giving him.
“Why so impatient?” he rasped.
I wailed in frustration.
“Take me before I lose my mind.”
He slapped his dick against the cleft of my ass and then pressed the tip against my lubed-up hole.
With exquisite slowness, he eased hims
elf in. When the head of his cock penetrated my virginal hole, I sucked in a breath at the sweet burn.
“Breathe nice and deep, Reese. Every time you breathe out, I’m going to go a little deeper. If it hurts, I’ll stop.”
He sounded like he was being tortured. As if going so slow physically hurt him.
I took several deep breaths, and every time I exhaled, Kane slid deeper. I’d never experienced anything so sensual in my life, and arousal tightened every fiber of my being. The slight burn of him going deeper added to the excitement rushing through my body.
Reaching down, he slid his fingers into my pussy, sending me to the edge of heaven. My muscles clenched causing him to curse.
“Fuck, Reese, you’re killing me. Fucking killing me.”
My only response was a guttural moan. All breath left my body, and my lungs burned, begging for air. Tension coiled and built in the pit of my stomach signaling my oncoming orgasm.
He drove in until he was balls deep. With both of us lost in each other, we began crying out breathless words.
“Don’t stop…”
“So tight… so good.”
“Harder… faster… fuck me, Sir. Fuck me.”
We came within seconds of each other. His hot cum filled my ass. My muscles clamped down on his fingers.
We screamed together. Neither of us caring how noisy or how unrestrained and wild our lovemaking made us.
We didn’t care if the neighbors heard, or if anyone was watching. We were proud of relationship. We were never going to have to worry about anything else; luck was on our side.
THE END
I Hate You, Move In
An Enemies to Lovers Accidental Roommate Romance
Hate You series book 1
Copyright © 2019
Jamie Knight –
Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author
All rights reserved.
Chapter One
Tina
“You should be living at home,” argued my dad, even as he carried a mini-fridge into my brand-new dorm room. “Why can’t you commute?”
“Daddy, we’ve been over this,” I pleaded. “I want to meet people. Plus, Kensington State College recommends that I live on campus for the first year. They said it helps freshmen transition to university life way better than if they tried it living off-campus. Or not at all,” I added, with a note of sarcasm.
I knew I should appreciate the fact that my parents were helping me move into my dorm for my freshman year of college. But I didn’t ask for their help and honestly, I didn’t want them there.
My parents were very old fashioned and that often equaled embarrassment. It was always a huge battle with them, to get them to let me do anything on my own.
I couldn’t understand it. I was eighteen, not eight. Didn’t they want me to grow up and be independent? Didn’t they want me to learn how to be an adult?
Quite frankly, I couldn’t wait to be free from their iron grip for a while. I mean, actually having a room to myself where they wouldn’t be constantly looking over my shoulder and judging me just sounded like heaven.
Not that I hated my parents or anything crazy, but you know how they can get, at least if you have the over-protective, smothering kind of parents like I do. They crawl all up in your business until you can’t breathe and can’t even think.
I wanted to live on campus just so I could meet people alone, in my own space. Without my mother running my life and without having to see my father’s judgmental looks right before he locks me up, Rapunzel-style.
“So, you’ll move back home sophomore year?” Daddy asked hopefully.
He set the minifridge down next to the old wooden desk that came with the room. Someone had scratched party on into the dented surface.
“Daddy, I love you, but I need to start living on my own,” I explained for the twentieth time, as I walked over and opened the dorm’s only window. “How am I going to learn how if I don’t?”
“I could teach you,” he offered, totally serious.
“You did teach me. For eighteen years,” I corrected, putting a hand on his shoulder. “And now I’m going to put what you taught me into practice. That’s how it’s supposed to work. You’ll see. It’ll be great.”
Mom came in with an armful of my clothes. She found the dresser and started arranging my belongings, just like she did at home.
“I don’t see why you even need to go to college,” she muttered, her long, conservative dress rustling softly.
“Oh my gosh, Mom,” I said, embarrassed, fighting the urge to roll my eyes.
“You just need to find a good and Godly husband,” she insisted. “And you could learn to cook.”
“I know how to cook,” I corrected her, walking over to watch her organize my clothes. “You taught me, remember?”
“It’s just that, well, you’re not that good, dear,” she said, patting my cheek.
I sat down heavily on the twin bed. I didn’t feel as insulted as I probably should have by that comment. I hated cooking, anyway.
“Mom, please,” I begged. “Can we not do this? I’m already here. Do you really want to drag me away from the only chance I’ve ever had to see what life holds outside our apartment? Away from the only thing I’ve ever worked towards and pinned my hopes on? Would you seriously trade all my dreams for my return back home today?”
“Yes,” she said determinedly, not looking up from the drawer she was organizing. “Yes, I would. I’m prepared to make that sacrifice.”
“I’m going to move more boxes,” I said, getting up and giving up on the conversation.
I marched outside to the parking lot to get some fresh air before I did something stupid, like snapped and screamed at her. My parents always set me on edge, especially my very religious mother, but today they were reaching new heights.
I calmed myself by thinking, They’re going home in a few hours. Just get through this and they’ll be out of your hair soon.
After saying that about 20 times, I reached my parent’s sedan. I picked up a lamp and a box of stuff for my desk. I tried to think about my class schedule and finding time to go to the book store.
I was already going to have to adjust my schedule. Half the things the college automatically signed me up for made no sense. History? Theatre? I was a business major; why would I need those classes?
Apparently, though, this was the norm. We were to learn first what the world was made of, before we ran a business in it. I guess that’s ultimately what I was here for.
When I’d visited the campus as a future applicant, we were told that it was usually chaos when the freshman arrived. And now I was seeing it for myself. The parking lot was full of other families and students and their mismatched dorm furnishings.
I had never seen so many tie-dye tapestries, except in movies. I took a little comfort in overhearing some of the other students’ eye-roll-worthy conversations with their folks.
That was, until I realized how all the other parents were actually happy that their kids were going to be in college. If anything, what was annoying to these students was that their parents smothered them with too much love and support.
Wow.
That was never really a problem I’d had. I sighed at this sad realization and moved even more quickly to shorten my time with them here.
When I got back to the small dorm room, Dad had my bed frame in pieces and the mattress lifted to the side.
“Dad! What are you doing?” I panicked.
I set the lamp and the box on the floor and hurried over to him.
“Relax,” he said. “I think there’s a screw loose somewhere. I’m just fixing it. I don’t have my tools, so I’m using this dime as a screwdriver.”
“Dad, please put my bed back together,” I said, trying to sound calm.
I didn’t want to start a fight, but he was so embarrassing. I hadn’t met anyone yet, but I would hate to have a new floor mate walk by and see this mess.
“We have to p
ay for things like that if we break them.”
“I told you, I’m not breaking it, I’m fixing it,” he assured me. “Give me two minutes.”
My mom came over and put her small hand on my shoulder. She drew me away from my dad and over to the dresser.
“Tina, I put your underwear and bras underneath your sweaters,” she whispered. “That way, the boys can’t see them when you open the drawer.”
“Oh, my God,” I muttered to myself, rubbing my temples.
“What, dear?” she asked.
“Great, Mom, thanks. I’m going to the car, again. Be right back,” I said.
At this point, I really wished I had some Advil. My head was pounding, and my stress levels were through the roof. This is what my parents did to me— they made me crazy. Absolutely crazy.
I went to the car and grabbed another bag and my laptop. Then I glanced again towards the dozens of other students who were also moving in. It was utter madness on move-in day.
Across the street, one of the frat houses had a bunch of guys sitting on a couch outside with a sign that said, “You honk, we drink” and a second sign that said, “Okay, dads. We’ll take it from here.”
I hoped my father did not see that sign. He was way over protective, especially about boys. If my dad even saw me talking to a boy this early into the college process, there was no telling what he’d do.
I didn’t think he had actually put it together right away that I was going to be stuck on campus with guys. I mean, you should’ve heard him when he found out the dorms were co-ed. I thought he was going to blow a gasket.
This was my last trip from the car, and I could feel my blood pressure returning to normal as I walked back. But when I passed a dorm room that was a few doors down from mine, I heard a familiar voice.
“Okay Dad, if you insist on bringing in the fridge, I’ll take it.”
I peeked in and couldn’t believe it.
There stood Seth Foster, my least favorite person alive.