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  Bullshit. He wanted eat my pussy. He wanted to fuck. He wanted to finish what he started in the dressing room at my job.

  I wanted to argue with him. I wanted to stand my ground and tell his ass to go home, so I can lay in bed, masturbate and ponder my fate.

  But there was a part of me that enjoyed the attention, enjoyed his groveling and the passionate theatrics that accompanied his behavior.

  And I needed the cock. Judge me if you needed to, but I at least knew, if I gave in, it would at least be good. And maybe he’d be out my system.

  God I was weak for him.

  I couldn’t just bang another man, and not just because of Alex’s sex, but because of the sensual passion and intensity he had in and out of the bedroom.

  Alex’s kiss caught me off guard. That kiss was unexpected, but it was the most delicious feeling ever. And I needed another night of that… so long as I’d accepted that this would be the only time… the only night we’d have.

  I’d secretly often fantasized, wondered what it would be like to have actually kissed Alex. Now I had, and I needed to steal this night from him so I could move on.

  This time around, I wouldn’t be melted by him. Not emotionally. I knew what to expect.

  I let him trail me. When he escorted me to the front door, I turned to thank him. I thought maybe giving him a sweet smile and sending him on his way would end things. But we had other plans, and we knew it.

  He kissed me again as he pressed me against the door. Thunder crackled as our lips met, and my nipples hardened.

  I moaned as his tongue invaded the soft, wet garden of my mouth. He was passionate, aggressive, and made my heart flicker with desire. This, plus the erotic, stormy atmosphere, made this unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

  “Baby you kiss so good.” I couldn’t help but to call him baby, much less express myself with heavy whispers. “You’re taking my breath away.”

  “I’m gonna do more than take your breath away,” he growled. His hands caressed my hips, gripping me with a level of aggression that could only come from rugged desire.

  “I’ve made many mistakes in my life, but the biggest was letting you go. I can’t lose you again. I won’t lose you again. Let me show you how it feels to be desired by a real man.”

  His voice rumbled even lower, sending sunbursts of desire between my legs. I trembled slightly. Thunder clapped again.

  It was a stormy, nasty night. Perfect for the rough, wet, nasty, hard, hair-pulling sex we would probably end up having. It would be the perfect goodbye.

  … And I wanted to fuck him so bad, but I wasn’t sure if I was doing the right thing. Maybe I needed to make him wait? Maybe I needed to say no, and let this go? What if this only sent me backward again?

  But when he growled, “Turn around and unlock that door so I can taste that pussy,” I decided life was about risks and Alex was one I’d be willing to take.

  I listened, slipped my key in the lock, and opened the entrance. Alex tossed my bag and his phone on the couch, tossed his as well, and led me straight towards the bedroom, his thumb pad caressing the top of my hand.

  Weakened by his kiss, and the shock of my own dark, twisted fantasy coming to life, I simply followed while he led the way.

  Alex laid me on my bed, which now had bedframe, thankfully, and leaned down to kiss me tenderly. He rubbed his hands across my belly, and I squirmed, uncomfortable with his focus on my least flattering body part, but he stopped me.

  “Stay still babe, I love your soft tummy. I love every part of your juicy body.”

  My heart melted. I’d never had a man show my how much he loved and accepted me at my current weight. Even with all the attention I received, it seemed as if men focused on the more sexual aspects of my plumpness, my ass and breasts, than they did all of me.

  Alex took hold of my feet and began massaging them. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. I gasped in pleasure. “Baby, that feels so good…”

  He had no idea how much I craved foot massages. Working on the sales floor was hard, and my feet were usually so sore all I could do was soak in the tub and crawl into bed when I got home.

  “I told you I was going to do more than take your breath away,” he said. He lifted my big toe to his lips and started sucking it. My pussy creamed, and I swooned from the sensation.

  “We have a whole lot of making up to do. I’m determined to show you how much I truly care for you. Relax, be my queen for the night. Enjoy this massage.”

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Alex

  My dick jumped with every moan she made. Misha looked so peaceful and sexy biting her lip and losing it under my touch.

  If she acted like this while I sucked those pretty toes, I couldn’t wait to see her face when I shoved all nine inches of my meat inside her with both legs hugging my neck.

  She pulled me closer, abruptly bringing the foot massage to a halt. “I’m so wet. I need you to fuck me now, baby.”

  I smirked as I used my finger to pull down my tank and expose one of her juicy tits. “Not yet, babe.”

  I leaned down and flicked my tongue across the exposed bud. It started prickling from exposure to the air and my stimulation.

  “I’m going to suck both your titties, leave a couple of passion marks all over your body, and then eat your pussy until you come three times first. I need you super wet and ready for all of me.”

  She moaned and cradled my head, nursing me with those gorgeous breasts. Reaching one hand into her pants, I watched as she slid her fingers underneath her silky lace panties, and played with the soaking wetness between her legs.

  “Damn, you make my pussy so wet,” she oozed.

  My cock was brick hard. I couldn’t believe I’d succeeded in making her so wet and gushy, again without once touching her pussy.

  “Jumping ahead without me?” I mused. I pulled her fingers away of her panties. They were drenched with wetness, and I engulfed them with my mouth. “Damn baby, that pussy is just how I like it. Hot, sweet, and fresh out the oven.”

  I peeled her pants down enough to pull her panties to the side and dive in. She cooed in pleasure at the erotic attention I gave her pussy.

  My tongue slid up and down along her heavenly folds, sopping wet with sweet cunt juice, and dove greedily to her gooey center. The more I tasted her, the hungrier I became. The wetter she was, the more I realized I was starving.

  Before long, I could see her nectar - at least what I missed with my tongue - slip down between her asscheeks and soak up the sheets. I slid my tongue up from her ass to her clit and made her shake as that first orgasm came to the surface.

  For the second one, my tongue hit that spot along her beautiful clit, just to the side of erotic, exotic piercing, and her thick legs started shaking again.

  “Fuck!” She moaned.

  I wrapped my arms around the undersides of her curvy thighs and moaned louder as I feasted. I started to groan and growl. I sounded like I was shifting into a wild beast, my grunts and groans of pleasure increasingly feral as I feasted on her succulent femininity.

  I slowed down, and then dove in on Misha’s pussy again, and didn’t let up until she came that third time from my tongue alone.

  “Baby, I don’t know what you eat, but I can’t get enough of this delicious pussy,” I said, slapping her thighs, then kissing them. My face and chin were soaked with juices. I looked like a glazed donut.

  Looking at Misha’s face coated in bliss only added to my arousal. My cock strained against my pants, so hard it felt like it would implode from the tension.

  Misha assisted me as I undressed. We laughed at how wet my face and shirt were. I would have to drive home coated in the scent of her addictive pussy juice. I didn’t mind at all.

  Standing before her fully naked, I allowed the gorgeous woman on the bed to drink in my appearance. I’d always kept up my fitness regimen in the gym, but working off my carnal desires for Misha him triggered longer, harder workouts. My results could
be seen in the moment.

  “Daddy, your body is so sexy,” she sighed. Her eyes showed clear infatuation for my physique. “I can’t believe how solid you are.”

  “The better to protect and pleasure you, my dear.”

  My eyes were dark with lust. I licked my well-used lips as I moved toward her, enjoying the mixture of excitement and fear dancing in unison in her expression. Only she could be so sexy, so goddess-like, yet so fucking adorable and vulnerable during a moment like this.

  Placing an arm on both sides of her, I snaked a trail of kisses from her belly, up to each of her gorgeous titties, making sure to circle the areolae, and up to her neck.

  If her pussy was like anything I remembered it to be, I needed to pace myself as I prepared to enter her.

  “You know I need you in my life, right?” I whispered against her ear, and then resumed my sensual assault on her neck. I meant every word. “I’m never letting you go ever again.”

  “Really?” She managed to get that out, but not without struggling not to stutter. I had her shaking and shivering; the work I was putting into pleasing her had her riding over the edge.

  “Yes. Really.”

  I gripped my cock by the base and slid into her tight wet body with one powerful push. We moaned in passionate relief together as pleasure overtook us.

  “Baby girl, this has got to be the tightest, wettest, hottest pussy I’ve ever had.”

  I thought my head would explode. She had the best pussy I’d ever had. I squeezed my eyes shut to prevent from losing it, and focused on trying to make her moan.

  Breaking Misha down with my lips and tongue wasn’t enough. I needed to break her down with my cock, stroke her in places other men couldn’t reach, and give it to her with an intensity no other man could ever replicate.

  My primal desire was to imprint myself in her pussy. I craved to mold her tight pink walls so that they’d never fit anyone else the way they’d fit me.

  I propped her leg up and hooked it over my shoulder, working to penetrate her from a deeper angle. Misha cried out and I grunted as I increased the hardness of my thrusts while maintaining the quality of my stroke.

  Her body was extra sensitive for me. I could feel the increased surge of wetness freshly produced from my efforts. And even though she put up a good fight in the store, I could feel how relaxed and surrendered she was. Fucking heavenly.

  She moaned, and gripped the bed when she started to cum from my perfect penetration angle. I kissed her calves and commanded her to look me in the eyes. I needed her eye contact. As soon as her eyes touched mine, she bucked uncontrollably.

  “Oh my god! Daddy I’m cumming. I’m cumming!”

  “Look at me while you cum,” I demanded. “Don’t look away. I want you looking me in the face while I’m making you cum. Whose pussy is this?”

  She moaned. “Yours baby.”

  My heart did a thousand somersaults. “Say it again.”

  “It’s yours.”

  I picked up the pace with my strokes, adjusting myself so I was pressed against her swelling clit. I wasn’t taking any chances with her body. She would cum until she couldn’t cum anymore. I was invested in making this happen.

  I rolled over, pulling her on top of me. Misha struggled to sit all the way up, but I pulled her close to me, pushing her tongue into my mouth, crushing her lips against mine. She swooned and moaned into my mouth. I felt another dose of wetness ooze from her canal and drip down my stick.

  “Fuck baby, this pussy is amazing,” I gushed.

  I slow stroked her from the bottom as I caressed her, alternating between grips of that savory ass and her angelic face.

  I whispered sweet nothings into her ear, told her things I’d never told another woman, things I would never utter to another soul.

  By the time I was finished, she had a final eruption that was so vigorous her muscles milked me until I lost control and came deep inside her walls.

  She rolled off of me and breathed deeply next to me. I kissed her forehead, tasting the salty sweetness from the sweat of our lovemaking, and got up. I went to the bathroom, grabbed a washcloth, and ran it under hot water.

  After wiping myself down, I reheated it with fresh water and brought it to the bedroom, ready to wipe Misha down. She groaned lightly as I cleaned her off. I checked the locks on the door, turned out the light, and pulled her close to me. She was already out for the night, snoring lightly, but I couldn’t resist leaning in to whisper.

  “I love you.”

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Misha’s Epilogue

  Valentine’s Day - Three Years Later

  I looked at my phone. It was 8:00 AM.

  My alarm was supposed to off at 5:00 AM, as it always does, but I had overslept.

  I grumbled. I hated missing the alarm. As I pushed myself up, I was greeted with the most wonderful surprise.

  “Happy Birthday Mommy!”

  Alex and our twins, Alex Jr. and Alexis, were standing in the doorway. Both our gorgeous children were holding gifts. Alex stood behind them, holding a tray of breakfast.

  I burst into tears. I’d been so busy that I’d forgotten it was Valentine’s Day again. Today was my thirtieth birthday, and our third anniversary.

  Once that fateful night Alex walked back in passed, I was convinced we were having another round of sex, and he’d be gone forever. I wasn’t prepared for what happened next.

  He took me to breakfast the next morning, and discussed his intentions for us. I listened, hopeful, but also aware that he couldn’t be too serious. I’d seen and heard it all before.

  But when Valentine’s Day came, he not only remembered my birthday, he gave me a night to remember. He took me out to dinner at the Reunion Tower in downtown Dallas, where he proposed.

  I cried tears of joy when he slid the 4 carat princess cut on my finger.

  “We don’t have to wait,” he whispered. “We can get married right now, and plan the wedding later.”

  I looked at him like he was crazy.

  “I want you. I want us. I want this forever,” he said. “I meant everything I said about not letting you go, and I don’t want to wait another moment if I don’t have to.”

  Needless to say, I did what any sane girl would.

  We were married instantly. I don’t know how he had the connections to get a marriage license, certificate, and an officiant, but before 11:59 PM on Valentine’s Day, I became Mrs. Alex Bridgestone - and Vanessa was there as my witness.

  Every day with him since had been nothing short of spellbinding. I loved him to the moon and back. He loved me forever and a day. And together, we were building the life of our dreams, with the family to match.

  “Mommy, don’t cry!” Alexis and Alex Jr. said. “It’s Valentine’s Day!”

  “I know baby,” I said, picking them up and bringing them on the bed. “I’m crying because I’m so happy.”

  I opened the gifts. Inside were a gold necklace with three stones, two sapphires, and an amethyst. The sapphires represented the twins, who were born in September.

  The amethyst was for our third child, which I was currently pregnant with, due in just a few weeks.

  We didn’t know the sex or have any names picked out. We wanted it to be a total surprise.

  I smiled as I thought back on everything. If this were a girl, I wanted to name her something beautiful, like Love, to represent the most powerful motivating force in existence. Without love, I had no reason to live. I had no purpose, and everything I worked for, including my now-successful copywriting business, would be for nothing.

  I opened my other gift, and my heart nearly burst. I had a set of sapphire tea lights, just like my amethyst one. These were so perfect.

  “Eat your food baby,” Alex said. “We’ve got to go look at some new houses today.”

  “Come here,” I said. I pulled him in as he leaned down. Kissing him on the lips, I said, “Thank you baby. I love you.”

  “No, baby, thank you.”
He kissed my hand. “For giving me everything I always wanted. I love you forever and a day.”

  His eyes looked into mine, and I could see the desire in them. I knew the moment we put the twins to sleep, he’d give me that birthday head I needed.

  Motherfucking swoon.

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