“Now.” I grit my teeth as she hesitates for only a moment and then walks over to our bed.
The four-poster is high off the ground, but I had a little step made for her. She plants a shiny black heel on it and climbs up. Once at the end of the bed, she sits up and spreads her knees wide.
“No panties?” I tsk. “You really do like to push me to the edge.”
“It’s not what it looks like.”
“It looks like you’ve put on that goddamn corset and garters without panties and were planning on going to the casino tonight.”
I snatch her ankle and loop my tie around it. Then I hook the silk through the harness we have hidden in the bedpost so she’s spread wide.
“Okay, so maybe it is what it looks like.” Her breath catches when I grab her other ankle and push it up.
“What did you think was going to happen?” I jerk open my belt and push down the front of my slacks until my cock springs free. I don’t even bother to take off my suit jacket.
“Mmmmm.” She moans as I glide the head of my cock between her drenched folds. “This.”
I thrust deep and hard into her waiting warmth, and she gasps as my thick length fills her. “I thought I threw this thing away.” I yank at the front of her corset and see the smile she’s trying to hide.
“I dug it out of the trash,” she moans when I go deeper, and the foot that’s tied to the bed pulls tight.
“You love pushing my buttons.” I lean forward and suck on her tits, which have spilled free. “Goddamn it, you taste like strawberries and cream.”
Her pussy squeezes my cock, and her hands go to my ass to pull me deeper. “You always ruin date night.”
Now it’s my turn to smile as I suck her other nipple and nibble on the tight bud. “You always like it.”
It’s Friday night, so the kids are with my parents. We always have date night planned, but it never fails to end up like this. I make expensive reservations, book hotel rooms, call in favors from chefs, but we always end up here. Because there’s nowhere else either of us would rather be than here at home in our bed making love.
“Harder!” she cries, and I do as she commands.
“Tell me what I want to hear,” I growl, leaning over her and grinding against her pussy.
“I love you,” she says instantly, and now it’s my turn to moan.
I fall on top of her and hump against her because I can’t get deep enough. I want my soul inside of hers and no matter how many times we make love, I still crave her more after each climax.
“I love you too,” I say against the soft skin of her neck, and she contracts around me.
Her pussy tightens, and she squeezes her legs around my waist as her body tenses. Her breath catches in her throat, and I lean back and watch as she comes undone under me. A flush of color goes up her neck and across her cheeks as her climax rolls through her body.
The sight of her lost in pleasure sparks my own, and I follow her over the edge. I thrust into her one last time before I empty my cock and my need into her. She greedily takes both and leaves me feeling sated and loved.
I kiss her neck and between her tits where she’s hot and sticky. We’re both sweaty as I pull out, untie her ankle, and then kiss the tender skin there.
“Bath?” I ask, and she hums as she closes her eyes and nods.
I strip down and turn on the water, then go back to the bed and gather her in my arms. She kisses my chest as she cuddles close, and I carry her into the bathroom. I step into the tub and sit down, settling her back against my front. I grab one of the washcloths and begin to use it to drip rivers of warm bubbles over her tits.
“Where were we going tonight?”
“The Oberon,” I say, and she laughs.
“I would have loved that meal.”
“I know. I had lobster flown in this morning for it.”
“What was for dessert?”
I kiss her neck and pinch her nipple. “Strawberry shortcake from that little bakery in Paris you found on our honeymoon.”
She makes a groaning sound and I nibble her ear. “One day we’ll get to go through with all these elaborate plans I make.”
“Why, when pizza in our pajamas sounds just as good?” She turns to look back at me and puts a hand on my cheek. “Are you disappointed?”
“Never,” I answer honestly and kiss her softly. “A moment with you, no matter where it is, is perfection.”
“How did I get so lucky?” She smiles and settles back against me.
“I guess working at a casino had its benefits.” I slide my hand over her hip and between her legs. “But I like to think I was the big winner that night.”
She pushes her ass back against my hard cock, and I nudge her entrance. It’s like I haven’t already had her, and I’m on the edge once more.
As she slides down on my length in the warm water, I groan and dig my fingers into her thighs.
“Fill me up,” she moans, rocking on my cock.
“Until you’re stuffed full,” I agree and thrust deeper.
* * *
THE END!
Filled
by Alexa Riley
Angus plans on spending a quiet night in his hotel room until a stripper shows up at his door. Suddenly his plans have changed and even though he’s the wrong guy, she’s the right woman.
Bambi would do anything to save her brother, even become a call girl. But one dance for her first client and she’s in trouble.
Warning: Can a quick connection be more than just a spark? Get ready because these two are about to light up the night! Don’t worry, there’s always room for a Happily Ever After.
Chapter 1
Bambi
“Clothes off,” Vivian orders, not bothering to look my way as she clicks on her keyboard with her perfectly polished nails. She hits each key with precision while I sit there, unsure if I heard her right. “I don’t have all day and we’re down a girl. Do you want the job or not?”
She turns her head away from her computer screen to finally look my way. It’s the first time she’s bothered to look at me since another woman led me into her pristine office. This place is nothing like I thought it was going to be. I’d swear I was in a law office and not a place for call girls and strippers.
Her large red-rimmed glasses sit on the edge of her nose. She looks like a naughty teacher ready to give out a spanking, and I swallow hard because I’m definitely not looking for one.
“I want the job,” I rush to say as I wet my lips.
I can’t remember the last time I was naked in front of another person and I thought we’d build up to it. Looks like I was wrong. I slowly get up from the chair and pull my dress over my head. I clench it in my hand, telling myself over and over not to cover my body with my hands. Her eyes go from me then to the papers on her desk. Her eyes scan the document as they scanned me—with precision and no emotion.
“Cheerleader?” Her lips twitch.
“Yeah.” The application asked for dance experience. I left out that it was for the elementary school football team in my small town. She leans back in her chair and her eyes roam over me again. The urge to bring my dress to my chest to cover myself so strong I have to fight my twitching muscles.