by Loni Ree
“Fuck you’re tight,” he hisses against my leg and pulls the thong completely away. The sound of tearing fabric warns me it didn’t survive his rough treatment. Then he flicks his tongue around my clit, causing me to squirm on the bed. “Relax,” he orders me.
“You’re making it hard.” I grab the back of his head and hold him to me as he sucks the little nub into his mouth and bites down gently while continuing to thrust his finger.
“That’s my line.” He wipes his lips on the inside of my leg, then slowly kisses his way up my body. He stops at my breasts and teases my right nipple with his tongue. I arch my back, and he adds a second finger to my pussy and stretches me. As his hard cock brushes against my thigh, I realize it’s bigger than the two fingers he’s using on me.
He continues to suck on one nipple while pumping his fingers until I’m mindless. When an orgasm sneaks up on me, Marcus groans against the side of my throat as I call his name. He kisses my lips and slides his tongue into my mouth. I feel him coating his cock in my juices and tense. He pulls back and rests his forehead against mine and stares into my eyes. “Relax.”
“I’m trying.” As he slowly presses forward, I bite my bottom lip and will myself to relax. The stinging is really uncomfortable at first, but the deeper he slides, the more the pain eases.
Once he stills, he looks into my eyes and asks, “You okay?”
I nod my head since his huge cock has stolen my ability to speak, and he pulls all the way back. This time, he lifts my leg over his arm and braces his hand on the bed next to my head before thrusting back into me. His hips steadily pick up speed, and I realize I’m calling his name. It’s a tight fit, but he rubs my clit on each downward stroke, and I’m close to losing my mind. With my next orgasm, he comes with me. As my inner muscles contract around his cock, he groans in my ear and fills me with his cum.
“Fuck, I think I love you,” he whispers against the side of my neck, and I wonder if I’m dreaming.
After rolling over, he pulls me onto his chest and runs his hand up and down my back. “Thank you for coming to New York with me.” He smiles.
I look down at him and place my chin on his chest. “I’m having a great time.” I lean up and kiss him. “Thanks for the concert tickets. Oh, and the whole trip.”
We fall asleep entwined in his hotel room bed. The next morning, I wake up to him kissing my lips and whispering, “I’d love to spend the day in bed with you, but we have a fucking early flight.”
I stretch and smile at him. “Why don’t you come over to my place when we get home?”
He kisses me and stands to pull the sheet back and groans. “Fuck. Please put on my robe before I end up making us miss our flight.”
I hop up and give him a quick kiss on the chin. “I’m going to run to my room to get ready. We’ll never make it if we stay alone in the same room.”
Marcus opens his mouth to argue but finally sighs. “I’ll be over to get you in an hour.”
We barely make it through security in time to catch our flight, and looking back, I’m happy I decided to shower and dress in my own room.
Later that night, we’re lying in my bed as I turn to him. “I really had a great time in New York.”
He kisses my forehead and smiles at me. “Me too. I promise to take you back when we have longer to stay. We’ll spend more time exploring.”
Olivia
We’ve been home from our trip for a week, and I’m getting used to seeing Marcus every day. The first couple of times he stopped by my desk, I worried about how the other employees at Thornton & Brunts would react to our relationship, but so far, no one has batted an eyelash. When Thomas walked by and saw his older brother leaning against my desk, he smirked and gave me a thumbs up.
Marcus pushed a little hard at first, and I found it necessary to stand up to my hardheaded boyfriend. After fighting my feelings for him for so long, I need a little more time to become accustomed to our new relationship. He wasn’t happy about it, but he’s willing to allow me to set the pace of our relationship. We see each other every day at work and have dinner a couple of nights a week. I only spend the night at his house on weekends for now. No matter how much he presses.
It turns out, I was completely wrong about Marcus. He’s sweet and loving, and my desk space is covered with flowers and little gifts from him. I’m on a first name basis with the delivery man. He bought me a more comfortable mattress after spending the night at my apartment. He tossed and turned all night on my lumpy bed, then got up and ordered a new fancy one to replace it. When I tried to refuse, he shrugged it off and told me it benefits him, too. I finally put my foot down and told him no more. I’m falling for him, not his money.
Over the last month, we’ve grown close while learning about each other. He’s a brilliant businessman, but he hates housework intensely. Getting him to change the sheets after we’ve dirtied them up making love takes a ton of begging. I finally figured out it’s best to quickly change them myself while he’s in the restroom. The one thing that eats away at me is he hasn’t mentioned love again, even though those words sit on the end of my tongue every time we’re together. I’m pretty sure I fell in love with him in Los Angeles, even when I wanted to strangle him.
Last weekend, we had dinner with Granny Sue, and she fell in love with Marcus. Of course, he ate her crazy meal and even complimented it. Who in the world eats sushi with pot roast and mashed sweet potatoes with Baked Alaska for dessert? When we headed for the door, Granny Sue leaned over and whispered in my ear, “He passed my test.” I looked at her questioningly and she shrugged. “You want a man that will eat whatever in the hell you place in front of him without complaining.” She winked at me. “That fine specimen just ate the most disgusting combination Mary and I could come up with and smiled the entire time. He’s a keeper.”
Good God. I wondered why her housekeeper, Mary, had let her serve that awful meal. Now I know. I explained the situation to Marcus on the ride home, and he laughed. “I’m happy I passed your grandmother’s test.” He’s too perfect.
It’s Saturday night, and Marcus is taking me to his mother’s house for dinner. Although I’m a little apprehensive at how fast our relationship is moving, my heart is telling me to stop worrying and enjoy my hot, hunky man. After my shower, I pull my hair up into a ponytail and apply a tiny amount of make-up. My hands shake a little as I swipe my lip gloss on, and I order myself to calm down. I try on at least ten outfits before I decide on my light blue jumpsuit.
I’m ready and pacing my living room when I glance over at the clock and groan. Marcus isn’t due for another twenty minutes. I drop down on my sofa and close my eyes. Maybe some deep breathing exercises will cool the terror running through me.
His knock sends my blood pounding through my veins. After opening the door, I stare at him and forget about my nervousness. “Wow. Can we just stay here?” I blurt out when I see how handsome he looks in his dark navy dress pants and gray sweater.
Marcus steps in and wraps his arms around me. His breath brushes my ear, and goosebumps break out along my skin. “Do you have to torture me?” He lays his forehead against mine and sighs. “I promised my mother we’d have dinner with her, but I’ll make it up to you later.”
The entire ride to his mother’s house, I squirm around in his cozy leather passenger seat. He glances at me out the corner of his eye and reaches over to take my hand. After bringing it to his lips, he kisses the back of it before placing it on his thigh. The heat of his skin permeates through the material, and I swallow. Even riding in the car with this man is a turn on. I’m a sweaty mess by the time we park in front of the beautiful, modern condominium complex. “My mom sold her house and moved here a few years ago,” he explains as he kills the engine.
We head through the lobby hand-in-hand, and Marcus greets the front desk security guard as we walk by. His mother lives on the third floor, and she answers the door seconds after Marcus knocks. “Come in.” She brushes him aside. “I’ll say he
llo to you in a moment.” She smiles and steps around her son to wrap me in a tight hug. When she leans back, she gushes, “I’m so happy to finally meet you.” Then she kisses my cheek. “Now, call me Linda.”
After our introductions, Linda leads us into the living room where Thomas and Ella are waiting. Marcus doesn’t appear shocked that his brother brought someone to dinner or that Thomas’ date happens to be Marcus’ personal assistant. Evidently, more than one relationship began with the six-week London trip. I have a few questions for my boyfriend when we leave.
Linda is welcoming, and Ella and I have been friendly for quite a while; therefore, the night goes off without a hitch. Well, except for the lust that plagues me every second. Marcus tortures me endlessly throughout the evening. Every chance he gets, he drops little kisses on my cheek or neck and rubs soft circles around my back. I’m in a constant state of arousal, and it gets so bad at one point, I almost push him into the nearest bathroom and have my way with him. When the evening finally comes to an end, I breathe a sigh of relief. As we’re heading out the door, Linda invites us to another dinner. “I’ll have to let you know.” He shrugs and glances over at me.
She accepts his answer and hugs me again. “Make sure you talk him into bringing you back soon,” Linda whispers in my ear and winks as she pulls away. I smile in return before taking the hand Marcus offers me.
After he turns onto the main road, I look over at him and ask, “So, your brother and Ella?”
“What about them?” As he raises an eyebrow and smirks, I forget my question.
The lust I’ve fought all night long roars through my body, and I drag my nails up his thigh. “I forgot.” I shrug and reach over to unzip his pants. His hands clench on the steering wheel as I hear his breath catch. Telling myself to keep going, I pull his huge cock free and run my thumb over the tip.
Marcus’ groan fills the car as his thigh stiffens. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“Nope.” I lean over the center console and close my lips around his cock.
“Fuck,” he shouts and reaches down to grasp the back of my head. I lay my arm across his and feel it twitching as I suck. “I can’t drive us safely while you’re doing that.” He pulls my head back and blows out a breath. I glance up at him and notice sweat rolling down the side of his face.
I wink. “I’ll let you have a raincheck.”
Marcus
I rush her into the house and straight down the hallway toward my bedroom. We strip along the way and leave our clothes in a trail behind us. “I need to apologize,” I tell her before giving her a little push and watching her fall back onto my large bed. “Tonight will be quick. You’ve pushed my cock past its limit.”
She reaches between our bodies and wraps her soft hand around my aching erection. “Yeah, it feels pretty angry.” As her thumb runs over the sensitive tip, a shiver passes through my entire body.
I slip a finger into her silky pussy to test her readiness and find her soaking wet. Her touch is driving me insane, and I realize I’m about to come. Pulling out of her grasp, I run my cock through her juices before lining it up with her tight slit. As I push forward, she digs her nails into my shoulders, and I lay my forehead against hers and ask, “Are you okay?”
“Yes. Don’t stop,” she begs and wraps her soft legs around my waist. God, I’m in love with this girl. The last month has been heaven, but leaving her at her door each night kills me. I’m desperately trying to find a way to convince her it’s been long enough. We’re ready to move on to the next phase. I think I might have married her the day I woke up with her in my arms in New York. There’s nothing in the world like holding her soft, curvy body close and knowing she belongs to me.
Her inner muscles begin to tighten around my cock, and I realize it won’t be long before she comes. When I reach between us and rub her swollen clit, she arches her back and screams my name. Her pussy clamps down hard around my dick, and I see stars burst behind my closed eyelids. I pull out of her, and our combined juices flow out onto the bed.
I stand up and head to the bathroom, and she calls from the bedroom, “Oops. Sorry about the wet spot.”
When I return, I find she’s laying on the dry side of the bed. “If I’m going to spend the night, we’ll have to change the sheets.” I pull her to the edge of the bed, and she squeals.
After spinning her over, I smack her gorgeous ass and lean over to whisper in her ear, “I don’t know. It’s a lot of work to change the sheets.” She stiffens a little under me. “If you agree to stay for,” I pause and pretend to think about it, “uh, I’d say the next fifty years or so, then it would be worth the effort.”
Olivia rolls over and stares at me silently. I begin to worry I’ve pushed her too far, too fast. Then she swallows and shrugs. “You want me to move in with you?”
I reach over to my bedside table and pull out the ring that’s been hidden in there since our trip to New York. “Well, I’d prefer if you married me.” After slipping the diamond ring onto her finger, I wait for her reply and it hits me. I want to smack my forehead for my stupidity. “I love you.” I lift her chin and stare into her bright emerald green eyes. “I have since... Well, you knocked me on my ass the day you told me you get pee breaks.”
“Oh my God. I love you, too,” she cries and throws her arms around my neck.
“Does that mean you’ll put me out of my misery and marry me?” I hold my breath and wait for her answer.
“Of course, I’ll marry you.”
Fuck I love this girl. I smile before pulling her close.
Marcus-Eleven Months Later
Today is my wedding day. I was willing to do anything to make my girl happy, and that included waiting for almost a year to make it official. I talked Olivia into moving in with me a couple of months after proposing, but she refused to set a wedding date until we’d lived together for a while.
Luckily, my girl has simple tastes, and today will be a small, intimate affair. Thomas walks into the room and smirks at me. “That shade of green looks good on you.” I flip the asshole off and ignore his joke.
“Fuck you.” I look in the mirror and straighten my tie for the millionth time in the last twenty minutes. I’m fucking ready for this ceremony to be over so I can take my woman away for our two-week honeymoon.
“It’s showtime, boys.” Granny Sue sticks her head in the door and smiles. “You two look so handsome.” The quirky lady has grown on my whole family. We’re holding our wedding ceremony in her living room, and Granny Sue insisted on planning the small lunch afterward. Hopefully, it doesn’t include sushi, pot roast, and mashed sweet potatoes, but at this point, I’ll eat anything if it means my girl is tied to me for life.
I stand in front of the fireplace and take a deep breath to calm my nerves. I’m ready to get this show on the road. After Thomas walks up next to me, he leans over and whispers, “Your fly is unzipped.”
I reach down to fix the situation and realize my brother is fucking with me. “Asshole,” I hiss back at him.
“Hey, you look like you’re about to pass out. I was trying to take your mind off of everything.”
Before I’m able to respond, Granny Sue signals that we’re ready to begin. Relief pours through me as I turn and wait for my girl to appear. As she steps into the doorway, I feel my heart settle into place, and all is suddenly right with the world. My nervousness and anxiety slip away at the sight of her in the tight-fitting, off-white dress. She’s pulled her beautiful hair up into a twist with little crystals shining from its depths. Olivia is the most stunning vision I’ve ever seen, and I smile at her while waiting for her to step next to me.
After taking her hand, I lean over and whisper, “I love you,” next to her ear.
“I love you, too.” She winks.
The minister clears his throat and murmurs out of the side of his mouth, “You’re supposed to let me do my thing first.” Everyone behind us laughs, and we allow him to do his job. We opted for a short and sweet ceremony.
Within a few minutes, she’s all mine for life.
The rest of the afternoon flies by as I hold my wife close. “Admit it. You were worried about the lunch.” She snuggles into my side and smiles up at me.
“Nope. Not at all.” I give her a squeeze. “I didn’t care what Granny Sue served as long as I get to keep you.”
“Good answer,” she replies. When her soft lips meet mine, hunger for my wife flows through me, and my cock digs into her curvy belly. It begs me to grab my girl and run. “Now, let’s hit the road and take care of your growing issues.” As Olivia glances down the front of my pants and wiggles her eyebrows, I grab her hand and pull her over to say goodbye to Granny Sue and my family. I’ve already learned not to argue with my wife.
Epilogue
Marcus-Nine Months Later
I slide under the covers behind my wife and pull her curvy, warm body up against mine. With my iron-hard cock pressed between our bodies, she wiggles back against me and I groan. “Go back to sleep.” As I rub circles around her huge belly, our little boy stretches under my touch.
“Uh, there’s no way I can sleep now.” She slips her soft hand between us and wraps it around my aching erection. “We need to do something about this.”
I groan as my dick jumps in her grasp. My heart pounds away in my chest, and lust fights with apprehension. She’s due to give birth in two weeks, and I’m terrified of hurting her or our child. Olivia runs her thumb over the tip of my cock and rubs the wetness around.
My fingers find one of her distended nipples and lightly tugs, causing her to gasp. Her hand tightens around my erection, and I groan in her ear, “God, these are so much fun.” After soothing away the tiny sting, I trail my fingers along her sensitive skin. Her breasts have doubled in size during her pregnancy, and I’m hoping they remain like this once our little guy comes. “I want to keep them like this.”