CUPID
Nine years later…
“Cupid?” I hear Astrid call out from the bedroom.
“In here.” I’m almost finished getting ready and I know we’re already running a little late.
It’s the kids’ birthday today and we’re having a house full of people over to celebrate. I’d been setting up all the outdoor games and checking with the caterers so I’m running behind. I took a quick shower and now I’ve got to throw on some clothes and rush downstairs.
“Hey there, handsome,” I hear my wife say as I reach for my sweater. I’m still barefoot and in jeans but I’m almost ready.
“Hey sweets. Did you finish the—” I stop speaking when I turn around to see she’s standing there in only a red lacy bra and a tiny little skirt. “Cake.”
She slowly closes the closet door behind her and leans against it. “I thought I’d come up here and see if you needed some help getting ready.” Her eyes move up and down my body but linger on my bare chest. My cock swells, making my jeans tight as I drop the sweater to the ground.
“Astrid, there’s like twenty people downstairs,” I say, but my protest sounds weak even to my own ears.
“I know.” She lifts up the front of her skirt playfully and shows me her bare pussy. “I just thought I’d bring you a little snack.”
“Goddamn it, sweets, you’re killing me.” I pad across the carpet to where she’s leaning, and her smile grows wider. “We don’t have time for this.”
She spreads her legs, already opening and giving me all the room I need. It would be so easy to kneel down and bury my face against her pussy.
“I’ll be quick,” she promises. “I was touching myself in the bathroom and I’m already wet.”
“Fuck,” I growl when I imagine what she looked like doing it.
My knees buckle without me telling them to and I fall on her sweet little cunt face-first. She’s silky and soft and so fucking wet as I rub my face all over it.
“I knew you’d like that.” She grips my hair as I suck on her clit and she cries out. “Oh god, right there.”
Throwing her legs over my shoulders, I feast on her as she rocks her hips forward, taking what she wants. I’m all too eager to give it to her, but I want it on my terms.
When I pull my mouth away from her pussy, she cries out, but I’m not having it. “You can wait,” I order as I stand up and unbuckle my belt. “You’ll cum on my cock.”
She makes this little whining noise in the back of her throat as I hitch her legs up around my waist and press her back against the door. I slide all the way inside with one hard thrust and I put my hand over her mouth to keep anyone from hearing us.
“You thought you could come in here and tease me and get what you want?” She nods and I keep thrusting, the steady climb of her orgasm almost at its peak. “I should make you wait.”
Her eyes pop open and she looks at me in horror.
“That’s what you should get. I should fuck you right to the edge and leave you there all night. Walking around the bedroom in this tiny little skirt with no panties? You’re asking for it, sweets.”
“Please,” she mumbles behind my hand.
“I bet you’d bend over every surface with that kitty in the air. Hot and horny and just waiting for me to fill it.”
Her eyelids grow heavy and I feel her getting wetter. She loves when I talk dirty to her.
“You’re my greedy girl.” She clenches around my cock and I groan at how tight she feels. “I’ll leave this cum in you so when you feel it on your panties later you can remember this.”
She nods vigorously as I spread her wider and grind against her clit. She cries out, but the sound is muffled by my hand. She’s so damn close and although I want this to last forever, we really do have to be quick.
Cupping her breast with my other hand, I pinch her nipple through her bra and she screams as she climaxes. I bury my face against her and hold her close as I thrust one last time and cum with her. She squeezes me almost to the point of pain, but I welcome it. It’s a sweet torture as I empty myself into her and a warm contentment settles between us.
“You’re a vixen,” I tell her before I kiss her gently.
“You wouldn’t have me any other way.” She smiles as she kisses me back. “I love you.”
“I love you more, sweets.” One more quick kiss and then I pull out of her, putting my still wet cock back in my jeans. “And you can suck that off later.”
“Don’t tempt me with a good time.”
I have no doubt the people downstairs can hear the squeals coming from the closet as I chase my wife around and then finally catch her. We’re more than a little late to the party, but it’s worth it. It’s all worth it when it comes to Astrid and our family. She’s my favorite way to spend every minute of the day.
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THE END!
Locked Up Love
When Lizzy Roberts agreed to go on a blind date she never imagined it would turn into such a nightmare. Thankfully she’s rescued by a dark knight named Rocco, but his heroic act is seen as a violent attack after the judge is bought off and Rocco is sent to jail.
Rocco Lang took one look at the blonde and knew he had to save her. But when his anger got the better of him he ended up behind bars. He doesn’t regret his actions, just that they took him away from her. Now all he’s got are her letters to keep him warm at night.
Can they fall in love with just a pen and paper and their hearts on the page? You’re damn right they can!
Warning: This alpha might be behind bars, but he’s still running the show. Grab your jumpsuits and cozy up because this prison romance is everything your Valentine’s Day needs!
To the women with thick thighs and a fat ass.
You are fucking glorious just as you are.
Tell a man with big hands to hang on tight.
One
LIZZY
I look down at the address on my phone to make sure I have the right place. Maybe there are two Italian restaurants called Leo’s in this city, because this one can’t be right. I turn to ask the cab driver to make sure we have the right place, but he pulls away and the door I had left open slams closed. I nearly fall backwards over the curb as I try to avoid being hit, and when I catch myself my hand flies to my chest.
“Crap,” I mumble, taking a deep breath.
Why did I agree to a blind date with my new roommate’s brother? Oh yeah, because I wanted her to like me. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t flattered when she told me she showed her brother a picture of me and he wanted to go out. I should have said no, but she talked me into it even though I knew it was a bad idea. What if this went terribly? Then things could get super weird between the two of us, and that’s the last thing I want.
I only moved in with Carrie a week ago and we barely know each other. So far it’s been fine, but it’s weird living with someone you aren't related to or friends with. It was time to for me to move out of my parents’ house. I love them, but they can be odd and difficult. I never asked, but I think I might have been a late-in-life surprise for them. If someone told me I was adopted I wouldn’t be surprised because I never fit in with their odd quirks. I don’t look or act like either of them, but they have control issues that work well for the two of them together. Since I was a little girl I felt like I was always walking on eggshells around them. Little things set them off and I swear I could never do anything right.