Stormy Nights

I lean back on my heels, pulling out of her ass and away from her slick pussy. I admire the mess I made of her, and I’m only getting started.

Finally, I shove off my cum-stained boxers and stand up. My dick is still rock hard, so I line him up with her pussy and thrust up from behind. “Fuck, your pussy is so ready to be bred, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Nick, give me your baby. I touch myself thinking about having your baby.” Fuck, she’s going to make me come quick. I can feel her walls pulse around me as her own words push her closer.

Leaning forward, my entire body presses against hers as I pump into her cunt from behind. My balls smack her pussy as a punishment for being a dirty girl. I suck her earlobe between my teeth for a light nibble and remind her that it’s forever. “From now on and until we die, only I make you come. Do you hear me? Every orgasm that reverberates through your body will belong to me. And every time I come, it will be at your gentle hands, your tight pussy, or between those luscious lips.”

I pull back and slam hard in and out of her warmth, driving my cock and hitting her cervix. My orgasm is ready to coat that motherfucker, but I want her to come with me. I reach around and grab her breasts, tugging on her hard nipples until she arches back against me.

“Oh fuck me, I’m coming,” she screams out, resting her head on my shoulder as I roar out my own release and chanting her name over and over again.

With shaky legs, I pull out then swing her around in my arms and carry her to the bathroom. We need to get cleaned up, and her pussy needs a break from my cock…but not from my mouth…

Chapter Eight

Lillian

The past few days have been wonderful. I’m looking at the world in a new light. While he’s at work, I’m writing the day away. It’s come to the point that I don’t even hear him come in. I managed to write almost half of my new novel in three days. That’s truly insane, and I love it.

This overwhelming feeling of happiness has changed me. I love him; it’s something I can’t even explain. We fuck as soon as he walks through the door, and we wake up in the middle of the night to make love. Things have been great, so much so that I’m not that interested in the vacation anymore.

Nick handled the postponing of the vacation and made some changes that I don’t know about. Either way, I wish it was Nick and me getting married, but I’ll have to wait longer. I know that he wants to marry me. And Mrs. Knight’s encouraging words that day in the store were cloaked in the fact that she knew about Nick’s feelings for me. It seems I was the only one not aware of them.

I arrive at the Hot Spot Café to have lunch with Mrs. Knight and Ian’s fiancée, Charlotte. I don’t know her at all, but I like her. She was working at the law firm that Knight Publishing uses. Their story is fate if I ever heard one, but that’s a tale for another day.

Mrs. Knight greets me with a genuine smile and a hug while Charlotte shakes my hand. I can see she’s as nervous as I am about all of this, but I let Mrs. Knight run the show.

“Sit, ladies,” she exclaims because both of us are awkwardly standing there. We sit down as directed while I hold back a giggle from the absurdity of our behavior. “So dresses? I know the perfect place to get your dress Charlotte, but what kind of style do you want?”

“I don’t know. I’m not good at this stuff.”

“Well how about you, Lillian? I know you have good, yet modest tastes.” She winks at me remembering the swimsuits at the store.

I shrug because I’m in the same boat. I don’t have a clue, but since I’m not the one getting married it shouldn’t even matter as long as it’s not white. “I haven’t really decided what I’m wearing,” I answer.

Charlotte, who’s absolutely stunning and about four months pregnant with their baby, says, “Lillian, what kind of wedding do you want to have one day? You know, when Nick gets off his ass and asks.”

I smile and duck my head. It took him three years to make a move. I might have to wait a couple of more. But I answer her with my heart. I don’t have friends, so I don’t know how to hold back. “I don’t know. It’s not something I’ve ever considered. The only thing I’ve ever thought about was the groom. Truthfully, as long as I marry Nick, I don’t care if it’s in a courthouse or an elaborate setup with hundreds of guests. I don’t have any friends or family to invite, so really Nick is all that matters.”