“Let’s go,” she whispers softly.
“But, what about our coffees?” I ask.
“Just leave it,” she says.
She grabs me by the hand and pulls me out the door. We hurry down the sidewalk and back to her apartment. She grabs the keys and opens the door.
As soon as we are inside, her lips are on mine. I close the door. We walk backwards down the hall to the bedroom, pulling off our clothes as we go.
“I can’t wait to be Mrs. Winston,” she says. “And not just because I can finally ditch my long and cumbersome last name.”
“I heard it’s a mouthful,” I tell her. “And I still remember when I gave you mouthful of something in the shower.”
“Oh, my God, you heard me say that?” she gasps. “And you took it that way, too? I was hoping you weren’t paying attention!”
“Of course I did,” I tell her. “And I saw you blush. I was just pretending not to pay attention because I didn’t want it to be obvious how much I wanted you. It wasn’t very professional of us.”
“It certainly wasn’t,” she laughs. “But it all worked out in the end.”
“It sure did.”
She lies naked on the bed and I enjoy staring at her curvy body. I climb on top of her without hesitation. I love that she has such a voracious sexual appetite.
I’m already inside of her. Her arms are up over her head. I love that because it pushes her breasts out even more. I take one in my hand and squeeze it, and I take the other one’s nipple into my mouth and suck on it.
“Mmmm,” she moans, arching her back. “That feels so good.”
I bite it just a little bit, and she doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, her pussy gets even wetter. I thrust harder and rougher. I’m so turned on because she’s so into it.
I flash back again to when she gave me the blowjob in the shower. That was shocking. I’m even more turned on. I continue to suck her nipples and bite them a bit and make her moan. I love that I am her one and only.
Her body was taken by me and belongs to me.
When I see my big, hard cock pushing in and out of her little, wet, pussy hole, stretching it to the max, I’m in Heaven. I twist one of her nipples in my hand while sucking on the other one.
“Yes, Chris, yes!” she shouts out. “That feels so good. I’m cumming.”
“Fuck yeah,” I tell her. “Cum on my dick while it’s inside your pussy.”
“You’re stuffing me so full,” she moans, throwing her head back and moaning in ecstasy. “You fill me up to the brim and it feels so good.”
“Yeah, I pound that little pussy hard and cram it full, because it belongs to me,” I tell her.
“Yes,” she says. “Yes, it does.”
I fuck her harder and harder until I cum in her, crying out her name. I start to hope I put a baby in her; I’d love for us to be parents together.
We lay there in each other’s arms. Both of us are unable to move or speak.
“That was intense,” she says finally.
I’m worried that I was too rough, but when I look at her, she’s smiling. I truly feel like this woman is my other half.
I wrap my arms around her and say, “I love you so much.”
“I love you, my fiancé,” she says happily. “Thanks for always taking care of me.”
“Of course, my love. Any time. That’s part of my job, you know.”
We lie there, kissing until we fall asleep.
THE END
Under Lock and Key
Jamie Knight –
Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author
Chapter 1
Samantha
Just one day after pulling up outside my new apartment building and unloading all of my boxes, with my loyal German Shepherd by my side, I can actually say any excitement I initially felt about this move is completely gone. That is definitely disappointing, but it’s not my fault.
I’m heading back to my apartment after getting my mail, and my new landlord walks up to talk to me. I expect a friendly “hello,” or a “good morning,” but boy, am I in for a surprise. He immediately starts complaining about my dog.
I don’t understand this! I had specifically called ahead to see whether I could have a dog before signing the lease, and he had said that I could. The lease had said “no dogs,” which is why I had called, but he had said he would make an exception for me.
I don’t think I have ever been so angry at anyone before. I haven’t even been here that long, and I already hate this landlord.
I tap my foot impatiently as he explains to me again, “I’m sorry miss, but you can’t have that dog here. It’s just too big and too mean. When I said you could have a dog, I thought you meant a little one, since this is a small apartment. Little ones are annoying and yappy, but they’re not big and mean-looking like yours is.”