“Well, I planned to remind you of it tonight, but for now….” Ray takes my hand and kisses the back of it. “I’m sorry, Angel. I’ve got to handle whatever it is.”
“I understand, Ray. Do you want me to figure out dinner?”
“You don’t have to; I can have our meal delivered.”
“I want to cook.”
“Okay. I’ll be back hopefully in a little while.” He kisses my lips once before speeding downstairs. I giggle from happiness, something that hasn’t ever happened before. I skip down the stairs, feeling free and so in love with Raymond as I make my way to the kitchen.
I push through the door to the stunning and spacious kitchen. The way the pale green cabinets with the white brick backsplash sends chills of joy through me. I run my hands along the long, dark island that accents the cabinets.
The beautiful way the place is decorated makes it feel like a home and not just a showroom display. I can picture little cowboys and cowgirls running around the island, trying to help or even sneak a cookie. Raymond’s ranch truly feels like home. The fridge is full of groceries, and I decide on a stew. It’s a little chilly this time of the year which is normal, and we could even end up with some snow tonight if the weathermen are accurate.
I take out the meat and quickly thaw it before chopping some for the stew. He has all the vegetables that I need and not to mention a killer spice rack that will add a special kick to the food.
After I start the meat, I put it on a simmer and take a walk around the house. From the kitchen to the family room, I have to pass a small foyer with a hall closet. I opened it up because I’m nosy, and I want to hang up my coat properly. When I do, I find one of his coats. I run my hand down the rough denim material before bringing it to my nose, drinking in his scent and committing it to memory.
It's not that I have any intention of leaving, but life with Raymond is too much of a dream come true. I’m nervously waiting for the other shoe to drop. “Hey, baby. What’s going on? Are you trying to make a run for it?”
I spin around and slap my hands onto my hips. “Are you trying to get rid of me?”
“Hell no, woman. I’ll tie you to the bed if you try to run, my beauty.” He strides toward me, every step eating up the distance until the only space between us is our clothes. With a rough grip on my hair, he tilts my head up. “I’m serious, Phoenix. I love you, and I haven’t stopped since the day we met.”
“I love you too, Raymond.” Our mouths crash against one another, dipping our tongues around until he grabs me and pushes me into the closet.
“I need you right now.”
“In the closet?”
“It’s only one of the many places I want to thoroughly fuck you in.” The low rumble in his throaty promise sends desire pooling between my legs.
“Then stop talking and stuff me with that big cock of yours,” I challenge, needing him inside me. He turns me to the wall and pushes my upper back forward so my face brushes against the coats and sweaters like a nice pillow against the back wall.
“You’re about to get my big dick deep in that tight hole. Be a good girl and spread those thighs.” I do the best I can when I hear the metal teeth of his zipper. My panties are soaked already, and soon my need will drip down my legs.
“You’re mine, Phoenix. Say it, say you belong to me.” I feel the tip rub against my seam.
“I’m yours, Raymond.” With a groan, he thrusts fully in, banging my organs with that massive meat of his. “Fuck, I’m yours.” The thick, rough, calloused fingers of his left hand grip my throat while his right one holds firmly onto my hip.
“Your pussy’s gushing, my Phoenix.”
I pout in the dark and turn my head to ask, “What happened to being your angel?”
“The way you grip my cock you’re no angel. You’re fire coming to life, my Phoenix.” His warm breath tickles as he grunts along my shoulder before biting down. Ray beats up my pussy like an animal. He’s so large I could swear he’s fucking hitting my stomach, and all I want is more.
“I’m so close,” I say, clenching my fists around the coat rack above.
“That’s it; hold onto it because I’m only getting started.” He lifts my hips up, drilling me with my thighs resting on his. The pleasure and pain are so intense that I come instantly, creaming all over his cock.
“Squeeze all that juice on my shaft. Get me soaked, drench me,” he growls, forcefully gripping my jaw and turning my head to kiss me. It’s violent, passionate, and needy, causing my orgasm to last longer, and then he lets go, shooting his load all up in my womb.