“Oh God,” I scream as another orgasm overcomes me. My toes curl up and stay that way. I am so relaxed now.
“That’s it. Let me breed you. Make me a motherfucking daddy. You’re so fucking sexy, Riley. That. Is. It. Take. My. Seed,” he grunts, each word punctuated with a thrust. He’s so deep inside of me. Is it crazy to stay this way forever?
Later, we stop, but only after I complain of soreness. He’s still hard, and I feel bad about that, but every muscle in my body hurts, even ones I didn’t know that I had. He’s so attentive after too. He draws us a bath in his huge tub and then carries me into it. All that hot water and scented soap manages to do is make us fuck again. I sit on his dick facing him, my arms around his neck, and ride him slowly. Up and down, we stare into each other’s eyes. It’s different this time, slower, but just as exciting and breathtaking. He grips my ass, separating the cheeks in his hands and squeezing them hard. Then he runs a long finger over my asshole, and I shiver. Then he pushes in just a little, and I scream in ecstasy. The sensation of both of my tiny holes being filled by this man is too much.
“Marry me, my love,” he says before sucking my nipple into his talented mouth.
“When?”
“Now. Today.”
“We don’t have to wait?”
“No. A magistrate can marry us today.”
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” I chant, coming epically. He lifts up and fucks me harder until he comes again.
“Get dressed. If we leave now, we can make it,” he says. His voice is greedy and excited. I do what he says because, let’s face it, I want this too.
Fifty minutes later, because this is Atlanta, we are standing in front of Judge Jason Jenkins, a “friend” of Samson’s, who marries us without frills. He kisses me and slides a wedding band on my finger.
“It’s lovely.”
Mrs. McCrea, we should be going. I’ll get an engagement ring for you this weekend.”
“This weekend?”
“We’re going on a mini-honeymoon in Savannah. I already cleared it with my Dad.”
“I’ve never been,” I say. “We’re going now?”
“Yes. Right now.”
As soon as we get there, he pulls up to the Tattooed Vixen, just about the cutest damn shop I’ve ever seen.
“Tattoos?”
“I’ve got an idea,” he says. Neither one of us have any, but I’m excited to get one done. Four and a half hours later, we come out with matching shoulder pieces: A crown and a tiara connected by barbed wire and a claddagh. My artist, Shaynah, was terrific, and Samson’s, Issac, was as well. Because different artists did them, they don’t match one hundred percent, but they are fantastic. That night we walk on the beach, holding hands.
It was risky selling myself this way, but I don’t know how I got so lucky. My handsome hitman is all mine now, and I’ll kill to keep him.
I can’t wait to see what’s in store for us.
Epilogue
“Never say never, babe. You owe me tacos,” -RM.
Samson
Ten Years Later
I hold my wife’s hair back as she sucks my cock dry. I am about to go out and collect on the largest contract this family has ever seen. I’m on edge, and she knows it. She’s so good at this; even eight months pregnant for the fourth time, she’s down on her knees for me.
“That’s it, peaches. Suck me good.” She takes me to the back of her throat and gives me what I need. When I come, she swallows it all. I help her up off of the floor and lean down to kiss her.
“Please be careful and come back home,” she says.
Over the years, we’ve kept up our notes. Before I leave, I drop mine on the counter. We moved from the condo almost immediately into a house in Tuxedo Park, a celebrity-rich neighborhood near Buckhead, where my parents live.
“Why am I here?” Caleb asks as we pull up to the house where targets are holed up. They went into hiding because they knew this would happen. The idiots didn’t think when they dared to touch my cousin, Glory. My uncle went ham on the ones he could find and made it my job to get the rest. Caleb has supposedly seen the error of his ways. His wife, Tish, would cut his balls off and mail them to my mom if he ever stepped out on her, and he knows it.
“There are six of them. Even on my best day, I couldn’t do this by myself.”
“Six guys touched Glory?”
“It was ten. Uncle Sean took care of the others.”
“No shit. That’s crazy. Let’s get these fuckers,” he says, checking the clip in his gun. I do the same and exit the car. Caleb goes in the back while I take the front. I drop the guy standing by the door quickly. I don’t see the next one and take a bullet to the shoulder. Fuck, that hurts. I shoot him between the eyes and keep moving. Ugh, this is a terrifying way to die, I think as I walk into the living room. The remaining men are watching porn and jerking off together. At least they got one last thrill. Caleb comes in and drops two before they even notice us. I take out the last guy, easy peasy.