Taking the Fall: The Full Complete Series

I thrust hard and feel that I’m close again, already needing to cum. I can usually hold out for a long time, but being inside her body changes everything. She’s too warm, too tight, and too sweet for me to hold off. I’ve got to let go, and give in to the sensations.

Feeling myself start to cum, I thrust hard, and empty inside her body. Thinking about how I could get her pregnant makes me cum more, and I can feel it start to run out from between us.

I’m beyond hard even after two orgasms so when I catch my breath, I sit up and pull out, turning Mary on her side. I want to see her lush ass bounce with my thrusts, but I also want to see her face. I push one of her legs up and straddle the other, sliding back inside her.

“Oh God, Anthony, it’s so deep.”

I lean down, kissing her neck, and she moans louder. She loves when I kiss her sweet spot, and I feel her clench against me in response. I’m bottoming out inside her in this position, deeper than before. I want to fuck her in every position possible, and then I want to create new ones just for us.

I bite her shoulder, feeling myself growl against her skin. Knowing that I own every inch of her makes me possessive and dominant. I loved her before, but if it’s possible I love her even more now. Saving ourselves for this perfect moment was worth the torture.

“I love you, my wife.” I rub my entire body against hers as I continue to thrust inside her, wanting to get as much skin on skin as possible.

“I love you, too, my husband.”

Reaching between her legs, I rub her clit, and we move together. It’s going to be a long night, and I don’t plan on letting either of us sleep.

“Cum with me, Mary. Then I’ll let you ride me.”

Her giggle turns to a moan when I pinch her clit and help send her over the edge. When I join her in ecstasy, I can’t help but think that if we make a baby tonight, it will be made in the purest love that’s ever existed.

Chapter Seven

Mary

“Why didn't I just do this forever ago?” I moan as I drop myself back down onto Anthony's cock. I could’ve done this so many times if I’d wanted to. How many times had I woken up with Anthony skin to skin under me? Me lying almost completely on top of him, cradled to his body. It would’ve been so easy just to slide on top of him while he was still asleep and take him inside me.

“Fuck, princess, I’m gonna cum.”

Instantly, Anthony has me flipped over onto my back as he slides down my body. I cry out, wanting him back inside me.

“I’ll give you what you want. I just want your taste on my mouth when I'm inside you.” His broad shoulders spread my legs wide for himself, giving him all the access he needs. I wiggle, so close to cumming.

“Please,” I beg, pushing my hips into the air, wanting his mouth on me now. My orgasm is right there. Just out of reach.

“No begging. I’ll always give you what you want.” His mouth latches onto my clit. His hands grab my hips, locking me in place as the orgasm shoots through my whole body, all the way down to my toes. I grab onto his thick hair, trying to pull him off, but he only laughs as he nuzzles my thighs before he’s making his way back up my body, easily sliding into me.

“I can’t believe I get to wake up like this for the rest of my life.” His thrusts are slow, his arms holding him up so he can look down at me.

I bring my hands up to his face, pulling him down to me so I can kiss him. The taste of me on his mouth has another orgasm trying to push free. I’ve lost count of how many times he’s made me cum since he carried me into this room.

“You like it, too, don’t you? Tasting yourself on me while I’m inside you. You want your scent all over me, don’t you?” For some reason I blush at his words, my face going warm. Maybe because I like the idea of the smell of me all over him. I’ve never been the jealous type because Anthony has never given me a reason to be. But I like the idea of everyone knowing he’s mine, absolutely no doubt.

“I like it, too, baby. Makes me so fucking hard thinking about your smell all over me.” His thrusts grow faster, sliding in and out of me with renewed alacrity. I match his movements, meeting him halfway.

“That’s it, princess. Take every drop because they all belong to you.” His dirty words send me over the edge, my pussy locking around his cock, pulling his seed from him, the warm cum filling me.

Anthony drops down on me but is careful not to crush me. Brushing away some of my hair that has tangled around my face, he lazily kisses me.

“I don’t want to leave,” I tell him as he keeps kissing me all over. He slides down my body, laying his head on my stomach so I can run my fingers through his hair.

“Me either, but we have to face them sooner or later,” he mumbles, his eyes falling closed as he enjoys my touch.

He’s so relaxed about this. He should be more scared than I am. I have no idea how my father is going to react. I mean, everyone knows Anthony and I are in love and have been stealing kisses since I can remember. Our moms always thought it was so cute. My dad, not so much.

“My dad’s going to flip.”

He just shrugs like he doesn’t care. How is he not worried about this at all? I don’t want two people I love to come to blows if I can help it. I love my family so much. I just want everyone to accept this. My father just seems to have a tighter hold on me, being as I’m his only girl.

“Anthony, I’m serious here. Maybe we should wait to tell them for a little bit. We can enjoy this.” With those words, he’s up over me again, caging me in.

“I’m through with this, Mary. You’re mine. Mine.” He says the last word with extra force behind it. “I’m not fucking around, and I’m not scared of your father. There’s not a person in this whole fucking world I wouldn’t go against if they tried to say that you didn’t belong to me.”

He takes a breath and looks into my eyes with such sweetness.

“Hurts my heart.” This time his voice is a little softer. “That you don’t want to shout this from the rooftops like I do, baby. Don’t you want everyone to know?”

My heart clenches. My eyes fill with tears. “I’m so sorry. You’re so right. I can’t believe I—” He kisses me, cutting off my words. He then uses his thumb to wipe away a tear that escapes.

“Don’t be sorry. I know you have a soft heart and you want everyone to be happy. You’re just like your mama, but we’re married now. We have our own little family, and we always come first.

“Our own little family.” Another tear escapes my eye, this one not from sadness. We are our own little family. We might even already have a baby on the way, too.

“You’re with me?”

“Always,” I say instantly.

“Good.” He leaps off me, catching me by surprise. He grabs me from the bed, throws me over his shoulder, and heads for the bathroom. I squeal out in shock as he manhandles me.

“I love carrying you around naked. We are definitely getting our own place when we get back.” He slaps my ass, making me scream and wiggle in his hold.

“Careful, princess. You could have my baby inside you already, and I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Then stop carrying me around like a doll.”

“Not likely. Just don’t wiggle so much.” He places me on my feet and pushes me into the shower.

“Let’s clean you up so I can get you dirty one more time before we have to head out. We have one hell of a Thanksgiving dinner to get to.”

Chapter Eight

Anthony

We walk into the warehouse and make our way towards the kitchen. This is the place where Mary grew up. Well, where I grew up, too, I guess. My parents have a house just down the street, but Mary and I were always together. From the time we were babies we didn’t like to be separated. We were told stories about how I would stand outside her crib and cry until they picked me up and put me in with her. I knew from the beginning she was mine, and I needed her even before I knew I needed her.

“Why were you two in Vegas?” I h

ear Carter’s voice behind me, and he sounds pissed. I take a deep breath and turn around, ready to face the music.

He’s a big son of a bitch. If I didn’t know him my whole life and recognize that his anger comes from a place of love, I’d probably be intimidated. But as it stands, he’s like a second father to me. I started calling him DC from the time I could speak. My two sisters called him Daddy Carter, and I just shortened it. He really is just as important in my life as my own dad, and at some point you’ve got to be honest with who you are to your parents.

“DC, Mary and I have something we need to tell you.” I take her hand and feel the sweat on her palm, but she squeezes my hand back, letting me know she’s holding strong.

“Wait, I want a front row seat for this.” I roll my eyes as my mom comes into the kitchen and sits down at the bar, my dad and Mama C trailing behind her.

“Great, guess this is how it’s going down,” I mumble to myself. I shouldn’t have expected anything different. They’re always together, and this is Thanksgiving. I was hoping for a moment alone with DC.

Mary squeezes my hand again, and I take a deep breath. “We got married.”

“Pay up, Saint. You owe me fifty bucks.” I turn to see my mom holding out her hand and my dad slapping some cash into it.

Mama C has her hands over her mouth, and I start to see tears run down her face. Oh shit. That means Mary is about to start crying. I look beside me, and she’s doing the same damn thing. Hand over her mouth and tears rolling down her cheeks. Finally, my eyes land on Carter.

“So you two just ran off and did it without even asking?” His voice is deep, but his tone gives nothing away.

“DC, I love you like a father. But Mary has always been the other side of my soul. It didn’t matter if we asked or not. The outcome would’ve been the same. Everyone knew this was coming.”

I wrap my arm around Mary, and she leans into me. Carter looks between us, and I see his hands clench into fists. Mama C walks over to him and pats him on the chest. He melts a little at her touch, and I see softness in his eyes as he looks at her. They exchange silent words, and then she turns to us.