by Elyse Kelly
Not wanting to keep her waiting, I give each tit one more good suck. Satisfied with the faint red marks I left on her chest, I smirk to myself as I sit back on my heels, opening the condom and rolling it down my dick. I give it a few rough strokes before I rub the tip up and down her slit, coating it in her sweet honey.
Slapping her wet pussy with my hard cock makes her arch her back and cry out, “God, that feels so good.”
“You ready, baby?”
“Now, Christian. I can’t wait any longer,” she pants out.
I lean down, resting on my forearm, and press my mouth to hers in a hot kiss. Giving her slit a few more rubs of my dick, I find her opening and slowly thrust all the way inside her until I bottom out, my pubic bone pressed firmly against her body. I watch her face to make sure I’m not hurting her. I’m a big boy with a big dick, but I’d rather die than hurt my girl. I see her mouth form an “O” as she pants in and out, her chest rising and falling sharply with each breath.
“You OK?” I ask her, giving her a minute to adjust to my size. I kiss the soft spot on her neck, just behind her ear, before pulling her earlobe between my teeth. When she begins to moan, I know it’s time for me to move.
I start off slow, shallowly sliding in and out of her. Once I feel her get wetter, I pick up the pace, pulling out further and pressing my hips in harder. Minutes go by and she’s clutching my arms, digging her nails into my skin. I take it up another notch, leaning back, wrapping her legs around my waist, and angling her pussy so my cock rubs her G-spot every time I pull out and push in.
“It’s so good. You feel so good inside me,” she says, barely above a whisper.
I begin to roll my hips so my body rubs against her clit with each thrust, and that’s her undoing. Her pussy clamps down on me so hard I think my dick might break. I can feel every tremor of her orgasm ripple through her body, and if I didn’t have more self-control, I’d go right over the edge with her.
I keep pumping into her tight little body as she comes back down from her high. When she starts to become boneless, I know I need to wake her body back up so she can cum one more time—this time taking me with her. I unwrap her legs from around me and pull out of her as she whines in protest.
“Hold on, baby. I promise you’ll like this.”
I flip her over and place a pillow beneath her hips, slightly elevating her ass towards me. I bring her legs together and lean down to playfully bite her ass, because hey, I just couldn’t resist. She snaps her head back at me and narrows her eyes, but I quirk my brow at her, daring her to question me.
“Keep giving me that look and I’ll spank your little ass,” I tell her, massaging her firm globes with both hands. She lets out a soft moan, and I know then that the idea of me spanking her turns her on. Maybe next time, baby.
I reach down between her legs, finding her clit and pinching it lightly between my fingers. That sweet honey I’ve become addicted to begins to drip out of her core. I rub it all over her slit, getting her ready to take my dick again. Giving my cock a few pumps and coating it in her wetness, I press against her opening and thrust in hard and fast, forcing the air from her lungs as she takes in my fat cock.
“Christian!” she screams out.
Her legs squeezed together make her pussy even tighter, and I’m in sheer fucking heaven right now. With her ass tilted up, I’m hitting her G-spot again and again, and I know it won’t take long before she cums all over my dick. My hands grab onto her hips and I slam my cock into her, the sounds of our bodies slapping together turning me on even more.
“I need you to get there, Ava. Rub your clit for me.” She slides her hand between her body and the pillow, finding her hard nub. As she starts to rub herself with her fingers, her moans get louder and louder. “Good girl, baby. Keep that up.”
Knowing what she needs to get off one more time, I swing my hand back and bring it down across the right side of her ass. She screams my name, making my dick impossibly harder. I feel my orgasm build at the base of my spine so I bring my hand down in two rapid spanks, once on the left and once on the right.
Ava comes hard, clenching around my cock. Her velvet walls are so soft and hot, I pump twice more before I cum inside her as her pussy squeezes my dick perfectly.
“Milk my cock, baby. Take all of me. That’s it, Ava. Keep squeezing my dick, baby.”
I keep thrusting in and out, but at a much slower pace, calming my racing heart. As she comes back from her own orgasm, she drops her hips, lying motionless on the pillow. I pull it out from under her and gently slide out of her hot body.
Covering her with the sheet, I get off the bed and head to my bathroom to take care of the condom. I wet a washcloth with warm water and bring it back to gently clean between her legs. She’s almost asleep when I finally climb into bed next to her.
I pull her into my arms so her head rests on my chest and cover us with the comforter. Stroking her hair, I kiss the top of her head as her breathing slows and deepens, letting me know she’s asleep.
“Rest, Ava Bear. You’re my girl now and I’m never gonna let you go. I promise I’ll always take care of you.” I close my eyes, feeling completely sated and at peace, knowing this sweet girl is all mine.
CHAPTER 11
Christian
It’s just after five o’clock, and I’m already awake. Ava’s curled into my side, her small hand across my abs while her head rests on my chest. I know she’s not a morning person, but maybe waking her up with my mouth might make it easier for her to get up.
Neither of us have to be at work until seven, so that gives me a little bit of time to make her cum before we have to start getting ready. I wanted to have sex with her again last night, but my girl was so tired I hated to wake her. Now she’s had some sleep so I feel like it’s my job to give her a good morning orgasm.
I gently roll out from under her and pull back the covers. Her body is so beautiful and her skin so warm and soft. I press gentle kisses to her shoulder and collarbone, moving my way down to her chest. Licking and sucking the skin around her nipple, I blow softly, the cool air causing the dusty pink bud to harden before my eyes.
I take her nipple into my hot mouth and shower it with attention while massaging her other tit. She starts to stir in her sleep, but I don’t stop what I’m doing. Continuing to lick and suck on both her tits, I take my free hand and slide it between her legs, feeling her warmth and testing her readiness. She’s already slightly wet, so I draw some of her honey up to her clit and begin rubbing small, slow circles.
“Christian,” she whispers sleepily. I release her nipple with a loud pop.
“Good morning, baby.” I begin to quickly flick the tip of my tongue across the tightened bud, and she arches her back, forcing the soft mound further into my mouth.
“God, what are you doing to me? What time is it?”
“Time for you to take my dick again, baby.”
“Gladly.” The sleepy smile on her face is adorable. I slide down her body and wedge myself between her legs, taking a moment to look at her beautiful pussy.
“We don’t have as much time as I want, so I’m gonna get you ready quick, but you will cum for me, Ava. Got it?” Already enjoying what I’m doing, she gives her head a slight nod.
I dive in, sloppily licking her sweet pussy. God, she tastes so good. I wanna lick her every day for the rest of my life. I suck her clit into my mouth and pump my fingers in and out of her. I focus on that rough patch at the front wall of her pussy, knowing it’ll set her off when I work her clit harder and faster. A few more seconds and she comes hard, screaming my name and clawing at the sheets.
Grabbing a condom from the nightstand, I roll it down my length in record time. Instead of climbing back up on the bed, I extend her my hand. I want to fuck her from behind, and I need to bend her over the bed right now.
“C’mere, baby. I want that ass in th
e air while I fuck you.”
I can see her quiver with excitement at my words. She takes my hand and quickly gets off the bed. I pull her body into mine and kiss the shit out of her, before turning her around, pushing her down on the bed and spanking her ass.
She’s dripping wet from her orgasm, and I can see it running down her thighs. I wanna lick up every drop, but we’ll have to save that for another time. Grabbing my hard cock, I give it a tight squeeze before shoving it deep inside her body. I bottom out with her ass pressed firmly against me, and we both moan. It feels so good.
After a few seconds, she’s pushing her ass against me, silently begging me to move. I brace my hands on her hips and begin thrusting into her hard and fast. We both need to cum so badly, I don’t waste any time in getting us both there.
Enjoying the feel of her hot pussy around my thick dick, I pump into her hard, watching as her ass bounces with the movements. I reach around and begin playing with her clit, and with a few more thrusts we both cum, the edges of my vision darkening and my head getting light.
I lazily pump in and out, letting her pussy milk my cock. When we’re both sated, I help her stand up and let her crawl back into bed, while I get rid of the condom. I come back with a warm washcloth to clean her up, and she looks at me curiously.
“What’s wrong, babe?” I ask her, while gently wiping across her swollen folds.
“Um… well… no one’s ever cleaned me up after sex. It’s nice,” she says shyly, her cheeks a pretty shade of pink as she plays with the edge of the sheets.
“You deserve to be taken care of, Ava, and I’m sorry you’ve not been.”
I gently wipe between her legs and toss the washcloth back into the bathroom. It’s still dark outside, so I climb into bed with her so I can hold her a bit before we have to start getting ready for work. I snuggle in beside her and pull her into my side.
“Are you gonna wake me up like that every morning?”
“That depends. Are you gonna be in my bed every morning?”
“Do you want me to be?” she asks quietly. I lift her chin, forcing her to look at me.
“Yes, baby. I want you in my bed every night and every morning. Is that ok?”
“I don’t know. I mean, I guess so,” she says, looking down. Fear and caution register across her face.
“You don’t have to be scared, Ava Bear. I promise I won’t hurt you.” I kiss her lips and pull her into my chest. “We’ve got about an hour before we need to leave. Why don’t you take a hot shower, and I’ll clean up the kitchen from last night and make us a quick breakfast?”
“How about you shower with me, since you’re so good at cleaning me up? Then I’ll help you clean the kitchen, and we can stop at the cafe and grab something to go on the way to work. Deal?”
“Deal.”
It’s been one helluva day at the shop, which is surprising for a Tuesday. It’s time to finally shut it down for the day, so we can all head over to The Sweet Spot to meet the girls and Sophie. The Peach Festival is coming up, and they need our help setting up the booths they plan to have that weekend.
I’m beyond ready to get the hell outta here. All I’ve thought about all day is how good Ava tastes and the feel of her hot body against mine. How her skin practically scorches me with every touch. I can’t wait to get my hands on her again.
“You ready to go, man?” Asher asks me.
“Yeah, let me just shut down the office. Is Dane coming?”
“Is Sophie gonna be there?” he asks with a smirk.
“He’s been so secretive about it. What’s going on with those two?”
“Hell, if I know, man. I just know every night, they’ve been together. He meets her at the boutique and then they run off somewhere. He’s hardly been at home the last few days. Then again, that could be because Mama’s been staying there.” Yeah, no man wants to have their mom crashing their bachelor pad. Then again, Mama’s awesome. She’s like a second mom to me and Asher.
“And, in case you didn’t hear the town gossip, Bobby was seen hanging around over the weekend while Dane was out of town.” The shit-eating grin on Asher’s face right now is damn priceless.
“Bobby from the drive-in?”
“Yep,” he says with a loud pop on the “p”.
“What’s that about?”
“Supposedly, he was taking a look at the dishwasher.” The expression on his face says he’s not buying that.
“So, is that what we call it now? ‘Fixing the dishwasher’?” I say with finger quotes, chuckling.
“He was fixing the actual dishwasher, you idiots.” Dane gives Asher a playful push on his back, forcing him to bump into me.
“What’s going on with your mom and Bobby?” I ask him.
“Not a damn thing, that’s what,” he responds. Asher and I both give him a “yeah, right” look.
“I had to go out of town for the day with Sophie, and she ran into him at the grocery store. She mentioned she was having trouble with the dishwasher, and he offered to come look at it. End of story.” He crosses his meaty arms over his chest, like that’s going to end the conversation.
“Is that the story she told you?” Asher asks.
“Shut up, man. It’s the truth. Whatever. Y’all ready to go or what?”
“One more question,” I ask. Dane drops his arms and rolls his eyes in exasperation. “What’s up with you and Sophie?”
He quickly retorts, “What’s up with you and Ava?”
“Easy. She’s my girl.” I smirk at him. I’m damn excited to say she’s all mine.
Dane tilts his head in curiosity. “Moving awfully fast, aren’t you?”
I just shrug and respond, “Yeah, but it feels good and I’m going with it. Now, stop deflecting. What’s up with you and Sophie?”
He lets out a deep sigh and shakes his head. “That’s her story to tell, man. Now, let’s go before the girls come looking for us.”
And with that, we all file out of the office. Turning off lights as we go, we head to the back to leave for the night. I set the alarm and lock the door, excited to see Ava.
I can’t wait to get her in my bed again. Not just for the sex, but so I can hold her and kiss her. Tell her how special she is, and make her see she belongs right here in Magnolia Springs with me and her friends. If I have my way, she’ll see she wants to stay her forever.
CHAPTER 12
Ava
I’m covered in flour and sugar and I’m pretty sure I have frosting in my hair. So goes the life of a cupcake baker, I guess. I never really imagined this would be where I’d end up, but there is no where I’d rather be than right here with my best friend. Callie has taken care of me my whole life and I’m more than happy to return the favor.
When she said she was ready to open her bakery, I was ready to host a parade for her. I was so happy for my friend. Then, she said she was doing it in some town I’d never heard of in Georgia, and my happy train came to a screeching halt.
Not that I had a problem with moving, but for a second, it crossed my mind that maybe she wanted to do this on her own. Maybe she was tired of me always tagging along. We were together all through school, then we went to college together. Surely, she was ready to be on her own. But what would that mean for me?
Other than Jack and Grace, Callie is the only constant in my life. I could never depend on my parents to show up for school functions, dance recitals, cross country meets or anything that had to do with me. But when they needed me, I had no choice but to be there.
They were all too happy to parade around their pretty princess in front of all their friends at the club—like they had anything to do with my accomplishments. I kept thinking if I was the prettiest, the smartest, the most talented, that eventually they’d actually show up for once. But they never did. If it weren’t for Callie’s parents and Jack and Grace, there
would’ve been no one there to cheer me on but Callie.
But before I could get too carried away in thinking my friend was finally ready to head out without me, she quickly began talking about how we were going to have the most successful bakery in the Savannah area. “We” as in plural, as in me and her. I was relieved to know she wasn’t quite ready to get rid of me.
So here we are, all sticky and messy, covered in cupcakes and having the time of our lives. Callie manages the kitchen, but I run the business. Now that I think about it, we’re a lot like Asher and Christian.
While Asher learned everything there is to know about fixing cars from his dad, Christian got his business degree so he could run the other side of the shop. And while Callie went to culinary school, I got my degree in business right alongside her. At the time, I had no idea what I was gonna do with a business degree, but now here we are, and it couldn’t have worked out better. And now we’re dating brothers with similar paths, who happen to have their business right next to ours. Huh.
“What’s that look on your face?” Callie asks me.
“What look?”
“Like you just realized something interesting. Whatcha’ thinking about over there?”
“Nothing really.” I shrug. “Just thinking about how it’s such a coincidence that Asher handles most of the mechanic work and Christian runs the business; and you handle the baking while I run your business.”
“Huh. I never really thought about it that way. Now if only you and Christian would start dating, this would all be perfect.”
I put my head down and spin around, quickly grabbing up dirty dishes to take to the sink so I can avoid the rest of this conversation. Callie isn’t fooled and follows right on my heels. I’m rinsing off the dirty dishes to put in the dishwasher when she taps me on my shoulder.
“Couldn’t get away from me fast enough, huh?” The grin on her face is mildly annoying.
“I don’t know what you mean,” I say, playing dumb, while continuing to rinse the dishes and load the washer.