by N. Alleman
He was so exciting, and now he is going to be my husband.
I’m dying to look at my ring again, but I need to keep holding onto Jake, so I picture it in my mind.
He picked out the perfect one—understated, pretty but glamorous. It just proves how much he knows me.
“I can’t believe it, Jake!” I squeal into the wind as we fly down the street. “We’re getting married!”
I’m on an adrenaline high.
This is officially the best day of my life.
All of the waiting, the loneliness, the stress of being a single mom, it all seems worth it now. It’s as if my heart refused to move on because deep down, I knew he’d come back.
When we get to Jake’s place, we hop off the bike as fast as we can, eager to be alone together.
We stagger through his front door, our lips already pressed together. We’re kissing and stripping our clothes off like horny teenagers, and my heart pounds with excitement.
My dress tumbles to the ground, and the touch of his skin directly on mine is intoxicating.
Jake pushes my panties-clad body against the wall. I can already feel his erection through his jeans.
I tilt my head back, begging him to kiss me.
He claims my mouth then trails his lips along my collarbone, which makes me wild with desire.
Oh God, it’s really me and Jake once more.
His fingers pluck the waistband of my panties, and I almost lose it right then and there.
I’m so wet, so desperate for him that I almost scream. His fingers find my core, and he pushes one inside of me, giving me a little bit of what I need.
“Oh fuck, Jake!” I can no longer keep it inside anymore. “Jake, I need you. It’s been too long, I’ve missed you so damn much.”
His other hand reaches up and unhooks my bra. His thumb works my nipple, and my whole body is on fire with lust. I grind my hips at the air, begging for him to fill me.
He watches me, and I lose myself in his dark, brooding eyes.
“I love you,” he tells me before leaning in for a hot, ferocious kiss.
I respond by answering his kiss with a passion I’ve held back for far too long.
I fumble with his pants, wanting them gone so that I can hold him, feel him in my hand. He shrugs off his jacket and almost rips off his shirt.
As soon as he’s naked too, I trace my hands along his torso, noticing that his abs are even more sculpted than I remember.
Then I slowly run my fingers down to where he wants them, and I take his length in both hands.
“You’re so big,” I gasp into his mouth. “You feel amazing.”
Holding him here, feeling him once more, is slightly overwhelming.
“Take me, please,” I pant.
I’ll never make it from here to the bedroom or even the couch. I want him to fuck me against the wall in his hallway, right here, right now.
This is exactly how I want our reunion to go.
Hot, sexy, and dirty.
Jake takes himself out of my hand and angles himself at my entrance.
“You’re amazing, baby girl,” he says, slipping himself inside of me.
I groan loudly, feeling every inch of him as he guides his way inside. Jake is taller than me, but I still have my heels on, so it works perfectly. He’s rubbing against my clit with every single movement, and it feels fucking wonderful.
“Oh fuck, Jake, I love you so much!”
He wraps his arms around me, kissing me whilst thrusting powerfully, pinning me against the wall with his cock.
I get lost in the rhythm of our bodies and the rising tide of bliss that’s crashing inside of me.
“I’m so close,” I pant.
“Wait,” Jake cries, pulling himself out of me.
What the fuck?
I glare at him angrily. What the hell is he trying to do to me? Does he not know how much I need this?
“I’m sorry, baby, but I need you to straddle me in those heels. You look sexy as fuck.” He rubs my arm, but I throw him off. “C’mon. Be my dirty girl.”
He grabs ahold of my hand and guides me toward his front room, leaving me no choice but to follow. I glance around, drinking in his gorgeous home. He has absolutely everything that anyone could ever want.
How the hell has he managed that? Including, amazingly, a giant white fluffy rug in the middle of the floor.
“Oh god!” I cry out.
My irritation evaporates.
Now that I’ve seen it, I want to do it there too.
Jake lies on his back on the rug, staring up expectantly at me.
His cock twitches, and I know he wants me and only me.
I keep my gaze fixed on him while tugging my panties down. There will be no pushing them aside for this.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs, and I realize I do feel beautiful with him.
He’s the only man to make me think that. I always thought I was plain before, definitely not something exciting to look at, but he makes me feel like a goddess.
“Stand over me. Let me see. I want to look at every inch of you.”
His words make me shiver with lust. Normally, I would be way too embarrassed to do something like that, but I trust him, so I boldly stand over him, my pussy on full display.
“That’s my naughty girl. You’re gorgeous. Now drop down on top of me.”
I lower myself until I feel the head of his cock nudge my dripping opening, then I lower myself further, until I’m fully impaled on his thick rod.
Lifting my hips, I ride him. He feels so good every time I slam down and my clit hits his rock-hard pelvis, that I lean back, close my eyes, and get lost in the pleasure.
“Open your eyes,” he growls, and I snap them open.
“That’s it,” he coaxes me, his voice hoarse.
His hands find my hips and grind me against him.
He thrusts from beneath me, pushing so far into me that his cock bumps against my cervix.
“Fuck,” I breathe out. I’ve never been brave enough to fuck like this. It’s like he pushes all the right buttons, makes me go crazy with lust, and is so fucking confident at the same time.
Our bodies move together, lost in a world of our own.
I focus on Jake, my husband-to-be.
His eyes are locked on mine, and I can tell he’s holding back. I lean down and kiss him lightly, making him groan my name against my lips.
“Come for me now, baby. Give me your cum, my dirty girl.”
A moan escapes my throat as I shatter into a million bits of bliss.
Unable to obey any longer, my eyes close, and an explosion of colorful shards dance across my field of vision.
He thrusts into me, and the waves of ecstasy continue to flow over me.
His hands grab my wrists to steady me.
Finally, he pushes into me one last time, and he fills me with his seed.
“Yes,” I whisper in his ear as I collapse on top of him. “Give me another baby.”
“Fuck, Daisy.” He holds me tight.
“I love you, Jake.”
“I love you too, baby girl.”
This is it now. Me and Jake, forever.
Epilogue
Daisy
I putter around our little house in the countryside, rubbing my swollen belly. I’m pregnant again, this time with twin boys.
Our lives are about to change forever, all over again.
We’re living on the outskirts of the city these days, so I can still see Karen and her family whenever I want, and Tabitha can still go to her school, but we’re far enough away that we can avoid the chaos.
These were my stipulations to the realtor when Jake and I decided to combine our lives, and boy did he deliver.
It’s absolutely perfect. Even better than I could have dreamed.
Because I got pregnant again so fast, we decided to get married quickly.
I wanted to be able to fit into a decent sized dress. After all, it was the only wedding I planned to ha
ve.
We rushed it, and our wedding wasn’t a lavish, over-the-top affair, but it was perfect for us. We only invited the people closest to us, so it felt intimate and wonderful. It allowed the children to join in and have fun too.
We wrote our own vows, which I’ve memorized forever.
“Jake, I vow to love you, to be your partner, and to support you forever. We’ve been through more trials and tribulations than anyone I know, but we’ve made it. We’re still together, and we always will be. You’re strong, powerful, and masculine, but also caring, sweet, and romantic. You are my world, and I love you.”
“Daisy, baby girl, I love you and Tabitha to death. And now our little family is about to get bigger.” This drew stunned gasps from the audience. We hadn’t told anyone that I was expecting, not even Karen. “You’re the loveliest, sweetest girl I know. You’re my opposite, which means that you complete me.”
I cried, and even though Jake was tough on the outside, I saw emotion in his eyes when he said those words. He ended with, “Now come here and kiss me, wife.”
That last line made everyone laugh, and it set the tone for our marriage.
It was an amazing day, one I’ll never forget.
Then we went back to our five-star hotel for the most amazing wedding night sex ever. We did that instead of going on a honeymoon, because neither of us could bear to leave Tabitha for too long, and we were already in the middle of moving, so it was far more practical.
“Come here, Mrs. Malone,” Jake growled at me the second we entered our room. It had been a long and tiring day, but I was wired and excited—ready for what was about to happen.
“Ooh, I like the sound of that!” I grinned, moving closer to him and tightly wrapping my arms around his neck. “Mrs. Malone, Jake’s wife!”
We were more than a little tipsy on champagne, we were desperate to have each other. We’d been waiting to escape for some alone time for a while, and we were glad to finally have it.
“Let me give you a sample of what married life is going to be like,” he announced before pulling me in for a deep and passionate kiss. Even though we both knew where this was headed, we took time to enjoy each other.
We were no longer Daisy and Jake—we were a team, a unit, a married couple.
Jake slipped my dress over my head. It would’ve been very difficult if it had been a complex corset with all sorts of fancy fastenings to unhook and untie. He might have lost it there and then.
It was simple and elegant, just like me. Or at least, that’s what Jake said.
“Fuck!” Jake said when he caught a glimpse of my white satin wedding night lingerie. “Somehow you look virginal and slutty, all at the same time.”
“Just the look I was going for!” I laughed before pulling off his tuxedo jacket. “Now, as sexy as you look dressed up, I’m more interested in what’s underneath.”
He unbuttoned his shirt slowly, teasing me, but I couldn’t take it, so I quickly grabbed it and tore it off, watching the buttons fly everywhere.
“Impatient, dirty girl.”
Then his pants and underwear hit the floor revealing his long, hard cock—throbbing and desperate for attention. My body pulsated with pleasure in response, but it wasn’t time for him to feel how wet I was, not yet.
Instead, keeping my eyes trained on his face, I sank to my knees.
“What are you doing to me?” Jake groaned.
I curled a hand around his erection, then wrapped my lips around it.
As I bobbed my head up and down, his legs trembled ever so slightly. I hoped that my wedding makeup—complete with deep crimson-red lipstick—was making this even more visually stimulating for him.
“Fuck, Daisy, stand up!” he begged after only a few moments. I could feel that he was already getting close, so I complied.
After all, we still had a lot more to do.
He leaned in and kissed me hard, almost taking my breath away. Then he lifted me up and carried me over the dresser, where he sat me down.
At first, I thought he was going to fuck me right there and then, but it was his turn to sink to his knees. He gazed up at me as I ran my fingers through his freshly-groomed hair, and he slid a finger inside me, feeling my slick desire.
“So wet for me, baby, and still so tight.”
I gasped, unable to formulate a coherent response.
Then he finally went in for the kill.
His tongue found my clit and flicked repeatedly over it in the most wonderful pattern that my body had ever experienced. My pussy swelled and contracted with pleasure, almost making me come right there.
As his mouth worked my center, his hands traveled up my body, exploring every inch and curve of me as if it were for the very first time.
“Fuck, Jake, I…” I panted, but I was too lost in ecstasy to even form a sentence.
He finally stood and leaned over me. His powerful, muscular body made me swell with pride—this was my husband.
We were bound together now.
Jake Malone was mine forever.
His cock found its way to my entrance, and he slowly slid inside.
My body thrilled with his touch, and I ached for more. I lifted my pelvis to his, and my fingernails raked his back as he filled me.
Every thrust sent me further backward, until my back was pushed against the cold, hard mirror, and the contrast in sensations made me crazy.
Hot, cold, hard, soft … it was almost too much for me to take all at once.
Then Jake had another idea. “Get down. I want you to watch yourself getting fucked,” he said.
I did as I was told.
Jake was always finding new ways to excite me.
I could tell I was going to have all sorts of adventures with my new husband.
He bent me over the dresser and angled himself so that we could see ourselves, and then he slid inside me with a hard thrust.
I gasped at the intensity as he slammed in and out of me, using one hand to cup my breasts and play with my nipples, and the other to work my clit.
Seeing us both writhing in the throes of ecstasy in the reflection added to the experience, and I reached my climax much quicker.
Watching Jake’s face contorted in pleasure at the same time as mine made the experience extra special, and I never wanted the moment to end.
After our amazing sex, we collapsed onto the bed and snuggled into each other’s arms.
“I love you, Mrs. Malone,” Jake said. “Always and forever.”
“I love you too, Mr. Malone,” I replied. “You’re my world.”
After that, we settled into everyday married life, but instead of being boring and dreary, it’s exciting and fun.
Being Mrs. Malone has been one hell of a journey, and I can’t wait to do it forever.
Jake kept his promise about every day being just like our wedding night—our sex life has been experimental and exhilarating to say the least.
Even pregnant, we find ways to enjoy each other.
“I’m off to work, baby girl.” Jake snuggles into my neck, hugging me from behind as I hand him his packed lunch over my shoulder. “Don’t you dare go into labor today. I don’t want to miss another birth!”
He often makes these jokes, but I think it’s just to hide the hurt that he feels inside. The circumstances back then couldn’t have been helped, but he missed so much with Tabitha.
Although, he’s more than making up for it now.
Sometimes on weekends, I don’t see the pair of them all day. They are just obsessed with one another.
“I can’t make any promises,” I say, turning around and smiling at him. “Brady and Billy might want to join us this afternoon for tea.”
“We are not calling them that. I’m naming them, I’ve already told you.”
“Yeah, but you want to call them John and Joe. I want more exciting names for our baby boys.”
We laugh this off, only teasing each other. We’ve decided not to name the boys until they’re actually he
re, which is what I did with Tabitha.
Once I saw her, she fit her name exactly, so I knew it was perfect.
To be honest, when it comes to the twins, I’ll probably end up letting Jake have his way with their names. It’s only fair, seeing as I named our firstborn.
Plus, then I can remind him of the huge sacrifice I’ve made when he’s woken up twenty times a night and has to help me change dozens of diapers a day.
He might know how to parent Tabitha, but babies are different. I can’t wait to see how he copes.
“Karen will be here anyway, if anything does happen.”
I try to reassure him, but he still looks worried.
“I’ll have my phone in my hand all day. Call me if you even get a twinge. Lucas knows I might need to leave right away. He’s down with that.”
Lucas and Jake work together now. They’ve opened a gym where they work and train people daily.
They made so much in their first month that they’re opening a second location in an upscale part of town soon.
When I remember that wanted man who approached me in a bar when I was at my lowest point, it feels like a lifetime ago. Like it happened to two different people. But that’s what brought my life together. That’s what made everything complete.
That bizarre chance meeting changed the course of my life forever.
“I love you,” I say, wrapping my arms around Jake’s neck and gazing deep into his eyes.
“I love you too, dirty girl,” he replies. He leans forward, kissing me gently. “Always have, and I always will.”
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The Baller’s Secret Baby
by Normandie Alleman
Chapter 1
Nick
One Year Ago
She told me there was a baby.
That’s how my mother got me to come to her house when I was supposed to be at basketball practice.
Now that she’s got me there, she tells me there’s not a baby.
“What the hell, Mom? I thought you said some bitch was growing a mini-me over on the south side, which is why I blew off practice. That’ll cost me thousands in fines. Not to mention coach is gonna be pissed.”