Blaze (Storm MC 2.50)

“Really. We’ve been through a hell of a lot tog

ether, and I’m at a place now where I know you. I know that you love me. I know that this is forever, no matter what. And I know that I’m the only one for you. You’ve laid your soul out for me, baby, flaws and all; you’ve given me all of you.” She rested her hand gently against my cheek. “You might be a dirty mouthed, moody asshole, but you love with all your heart and that’s all a woman can ask for. So yeah, I don’t need further proof of your love and commitment.”

Fuck me.

I kissed her and then murmured, “I love you.”

She leant her forehead against mine. “I love you, too.”

We stayed connected like that for a couple of minutes, letting that settle in.

When we finally pulled apart, she smiled and promised me the world. “We’re getting our forever, J.”

THE END

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Nash

After the Wedding

Fuck me, this chick was something fucking else. I’d be having words with Madison when I saw her next for not introducing me and Serena earlier. I stood transfixed as she kicked her heels off. Most chicks would just kick them off. Not this one. She wore sexy like a second skin. Her flirty eyes held mine as she seductively eased out of those fuck-me shoes. My cock stood up, screaming for some attention. Hell, who the fuck was I kidding? She’d had my cock hard all fucking night.

“Nash, how many chicks do you screw in an average week?”

What the fuck? What kind of chick asked that type of question? I answered her honestly. “As many as I can talk into it.”

She gave me an impatient look. “Yeah, give me a number. Ball park.”

I shrugged. Fuck, I hoped this didn’t put an end to our fun tonight. “Seven on a good week. But average is probably three.”

I waited for her to call it quits but was happy as fuck when she started taking off her dress.

“Thank Christ,” she said, “I’m sick to dead of dud lays. You sound like a man who knows what he’s doing.”

I grinned, and popped the button on my jeans. “Sweet thing, once I’m finished with you, you won’t even fuckin’ remember those dud lays. I’ll wipe them from your memory. All you’ll remember will be my cock and its many talents.”

Her dress hit the floor and a minute later so did her bra and panties. I ripped off the remainder of my clothes and grabbed my cock, stroking it. Her gaze was fixed on it. “You gonna suck it, darlin’?” I asked.

She stepped towards me, and promised, “Oh, I’m going to suck it. It’ll be my pleasure.”

Christ. This chick was fucking hot; I was beginning to worry she’d have me shooting my load before the festivities really got going.

She moved my hand and took over the stroking of my dick. Her hands were fucking magical but I wanted that sweet mouth on me. “Babe, time to get down to it,” I urged her.

She grinned. “You’re a pushy bastard, aren’t you?”

A moment later she was on her knees and my cock was enjoying the mad skills of her tongue and lips. She swirled and sucked her way to getting me off and when she began massaging my balls, I placed my hand on her head and groaned, “Darlin’, unless you want my cum down your throat, you’d better get your lips off my dick.”

She slowly eased me out of her mouth and gave my balls one last lick before she stood up. Her hand gripped my dick and stroked it. “You got a condom?” she asked.

I nodded at my jeans on the floor, and she let me go to grab it. My gaze travelled over her ass as she bent over. Shit, that was one fine ass. I’d bet my last dollar that she spent a lot of time working on that ass.

She came back to me with the condom out of its wrapper, and quickly got it in place. Standing on her toes, she whispered in my ear, “My pussy’s so fucking wet for you, Nash. You ready to bang me and wipe my memory?”