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by Alexa Riley
She turns around and walks towards the bathroom mumbling something about making an honest woman out of her.
I haven’t moved from my spot. I feel like I got hit by a train named Georgia. What the hell just happened? Before I can think on it too much, my phone rings. I see it’s Jen. Thinking I need to tell her to cancel the security, I answer.
“Hello?”
“I’ve got a listing agent on the phone saying we have a cash offer on a house just outside the city. Would you like to make the wire transfer and have your attorney okay the sale?”
“Tonio!” I hear Georgia call from the back of the house. “I picked a house and told them you were buying it for me as a wedding present. But you still have to get me another one because it doesn’t count if I know what it is.”
I can’t help the laugh that bubbles up my throat as I tell Jen to approve the transaction. “Yes, go ahead. And can you send some movers here tonight to take some of our essentials to the new place?”
“Will do,” she says and hangs us.
I put my phone down on the table near me and walk back to the bedroom to find Georgia in the bathroom sorting her make-up.
“I’m gonna need a mess of bubble wrap before I go any further,” she says, not looking at me. She’s focused on what she’s doing, clearly oblivious to the hell I just went through thinking she was leaving me.
I walk over to her, pick her up, and throw her over my shoulder. Her squeal of excitement is followed by her smacking my ass in indignation.
“Put me down!”
“As you wish.” I toss her onto the bed and climb over her as she giggles and tries to get away.
I grab her wrists and hold them above her head while I move between her legs, pinning her body to the mattress. My hard cock presses against her panties as her dress gathers around her waist.
“You knew exactly what you were doing when you sent me that text.”
She raises an eyebrow and shrugs her shoulder, pretending not to know what I mean.
“I should’ve told you. I just couldn't risk you leaving me.”
“You think I’d leave you again? I love you, Antonio. I’m not going anywhere.” Her hand wiggles free from my grip, and she places it on my cheek. “I love you. I’m happy that I’m married to you.”
I know that I’ve felt it from her, and I certainly know that I love her, but hearing her say the words is everything I hoped.
“I love you, too, Georgia. But you know that already, don’t you?” I give her a wicked smile that’s matched by her own.
“What’s not to love?”
This woman is going to challenge me every step of the way. And I can’t wait. Leaning down, I kiss her lips, holding her tightly to me. I grind my hard cock against her soft body, needing relief inside of her.
I reach between us, undoing my slacks and taking out my cock. Then I pull her panties to the side and slip into her wetness. My cock finds its home and thrusts inside her tight welcoming channel.
“That’s it, Antonio, right there,” she moans, throwing her head back and gripping the bed.
I thrust harder, giving her every inch of me. I pull down the top of her dress, exposing one of her breasts. Immediately, I latch on to her nipple, sucking on it as I move in and out of her.
I angle my hips so that I’m rubbing her clit with every thrust. Her pussy grips me tighter, and I’m so close to the edge. I need her with me with I cum. My deep thrusts hit her sweet spot, and in only a few perfect strokes, she’s pulsing around me and shouting in pleasure.
Holding myself inside her as I cum, I empty every drop into her waiting warmth. She grips me so tightly it’s almost painful, and we both reach the peak of our passion and cum as one.
Once we’ve caught our breath, I give her gentle kisses across her chest and neck. I work my way up to her cheeks and then to her lips, tenderly loving her body after our quick coupling.
“You owe me a wedding,” Georgia says with her eyes closed and giant smile on her face.
“Oh, I do?”
“Oh, yeah, Daddy Warbucks. A big one.”
I laugh at her joke and bury my face between her big tits. “Anything you want, Sweet Cream. Anything.”
“You’re going to make one hell of a husband, Antonio.”
Epilogue
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Eight months later…
“It’s like trying to get ten pounds of sugar in a five-pound bag,” Georgia huffs as the zipper to her dress gets stuck.
I walk over and push her hands away, helping her fix her dress. When she’s all zipped up, I kiss her exposed shoulder and let my tongue linger there. “Every inch of you is gorgeous,” I say, running my hands up and down her body. “You look absolutely stunning.”
“If you keep that up, I’m not going to make it to dinner, and you know how much I love steak.”
She turns around in my arms, going up on her tiptoes to kiss me on the lips. Her pregnant belly bumps between us, and it makes me smile.
“Don’t laugh at my belly. My baby girl is hungry.” She smiles and bites my lip.
She couldn’t stand waiting to know what we were having until delivery, so like always, I gave in to her, and we found out. We’re having a bouncing baby girl next month, and I can’t wait. I’m filled with equal parts excitement that she’ll be just like my Georgia, and dread that she’ll be just like my Georgia.
She turns around, strutting away from me, and I rub my injured lip.
“You keep shaking your ass like that and I’ll have to fuck you before I feed you.”
She stops in her tracks and looks over her shoulder at me, raising an eyebrow. It’s like she’s daring me to do it.
If I know anything about my girl, it’s that she loves a challenge. Especially when she’s on the receiving end of it.
My eyes roam down her lush body, relishing all her curves in her tight strapless dress. Since the day we first made love, I’ve been unable to keep my hands off her. I think it’s gotten worse since she started growing with my baby. Seeing her round with our child and knowing she’s my wife makes me hard just thinking about it.
We’ve been in this house since the day she called and bought it over the phone, sight unseen. I’ve made love to her on every available space, and now I’m working my way back through them. We’re supposed to meet our friends Ethan and Tiffany for dinner in twenty minutes, but I have a feeling I’m about to make us late.
I move before she can react, pulling her into my arms and carrying her over to the dresser in our bedroom. I sit her on the edge and spread her legs wide, moving between them. I reach down between us and undo my slacks, giving her a cocky grin.
“You better make this quick. I want something besides your dick for dinner.” She says the words in a sassy tone, but we both know what she really wants. “Tiffany is just as pregnant as I am, and I know she’s not going to wait to order. Ethan wouldn’t let her starve like you’re letting me.”
“Oh, is that right? You want me to stop?” I move my fingers to her panties, feeling how damp they are on the outside. I run my index finger up and down, feeling her wetness, and wait for her to tell me she doesn’t want this.
She moans at the light touch, moving her hips to try to get more pressure.
“Tell me, Sweet Cream. Do you want me to stop?”
“No.”
I pull her now soaking panties to the side and gently touch her tender lower lips. “What was that?” I ask, making her say it again.
“Antonio,” she whines, and I smile at her. “I’m hormonal. Don’t make me beg.”
I plunge my fingers inside her sticky heat, and she lets out a moan. “Is this what you want? Or do you want my cock?”
Her head falls back, and her eyes close as she sits on the dresser soaking up the pleasure I’m giving her.
“Tell me, Peaches. Tell me what you want.”
“Your cock,” she breathes. “Fuck me, Antonio.”
I pull out my fingers and bring them to my mou
th, licking on them as I push the tip of my cock past her sticky folds. Her flavor hits my tongue as I thrust into her fully, and I try to hold myself back from cumming. It’s almost too much—the tight feel of her pussy wrapped around me and the sweet taste of her on my tongue.
“Goddamn, I won’t last.” I look down to where I’ve entered her, and the sight of her pussy swallowing my cock is too much.
I reach between us and strum my thumb across her clit. I feel her hand come up and grip my hair as she moans. “Yes.”
Bottoming out inside her, I feel her clench around me as her orgasm starts. She shouts my name as her juices coat my cock and drip down between us. The feel of her body, lost in ecstasy, is my undoing, and I thrust into her once more, cumming inside her.
“I don’t know if it’s the hormones, but I swear to God, my orgasms get better every time.”
I look up at her and see the after-sex glow on her face and a smile on her lips. It’s all I’ve ever wanted. To make her happy.
“Now we can go to dinner.” I lean in, kissing her lips as I pull out and put her panties back in place. “I’ll let you leave those on and think of what I’m going to do to you tonight when I’ve got all the time in the world.”
I watch Georgia blush as I help her off the dresser and she straightens her dress.
“Whatever you say, Daddy Warbucks. As long as you’re buying me a steak, you can butter my biscuit any way you like it.”
I laugh as she struts out of the room, her legs a little wobbly after our quick, dirty fun. God, I love when she speaks southern.
I walk up beside her, take her hand, and lead her out of the house to the waiting car. When we get in the back, I make her sit in my lap so I can kiss her neck and rub her belly during the journey.
I may have found the love of my life later than I could have imagined, but I’m not one to take such a precious gift for granted. I plan on making the most of the card-counting southern peach that busted into my casino and took the house. Not a day goes by that I’m not reminded how lucky I am, and with our newest chapter about to start, I know it’s filled with infinite happiness.
The surprise short story of Samantha and Leo.
Find out if they get their Happily Ever After…
*whispers*
They do.
Chapter 1
Leo
Her blonde hair is sprawled across her pillow in a wild mess, completely un-Samantha like. Most never see her with a hair out of place, and I’m giving her that look every night. I can still see the traces of last night’s love-making coating her thighs.
When she arrived last night, I could tell something was off. My Samantha always worked so hard to keep people at arm’s length, only giving them what she wanted to give. But I’d been working harder for the last year to break down those walls one by one. Last night it seemed like she had rebuilt a few when she arrived home. Though she’d never call it “home” out loud, but that’s what it is.
Her condo in the heart of Vegas sits empty now for days on end. If she wasn’t here, I’d show up there, and she knew I hated being in the city when I didn’t have to. I like living on the outskirts. The quiet is more to my liking, and Samantha knows it.
That’s how I first knew I’d really won a part of her. She comes out here every night knowing I’d drag my ass to the city if she didn’t. I’d do it for her, though. I enjoyed having her out here all to myself. A gate surrounding my home, no one to knock on the door and bother us, no assistants showing up at ungodly hours.
I think she likes the quiet out here, too. She just doesn’t say it. It’s why she hasn’t told any of the people she employs where it’s located. She doesn’t want to be tracked down either.
Sitting on the side of the bed, I brush some of the hair out of her face. Her make-up from the day before is still on, just a little smudged except for her lipstick, which I’d rubbed off rather quickly. I get off on making her pass out without her performing her normal nightly routine. She’s always so ordered and precise with everything, and I love that I can make her break that routine. That I can take her so many times. Rock her body with orgasm after orgasm until she passes out.
I still can’t believe I only met her a year ago, though I’d heard about her for years. Most of the powerful men in Vegas know who she is. It wasn’t until last year that I met her at an event. A man I’d been working a deal with at the time was the reason for my being there. Every now and then I was forced to do a little elbow rubbing. He’d seen me following her around with my eyes as she worked the room.
She was magnificent. Something inside me that I didn’t even know was there came alive. I’d lived a dull life. Father, a Sheriff. Mother, a Sunday school teacher. I did everything I was supposed to. Went to college and graduated while I worked the whole time in construction, saving every penny I had. I took the only two things I knew, business and construction, and mixed them. And that’s all I ever really did. Worked, slept, and ate. I didn’t crave much other than that. Until I saw her. I didn’t want dull anymore. I wanted her. I liked the things she made me feel.
Then he told me who she was. Samantha Levine, the woman who ran the Mistress Auctions. I’d also heard she wasn’t one to be crossed. That there wasn’t a person she didn’t have in her pocket. She was untouchable.
I didn’t give a shit. I planned on touching. Even though she skirted the law…hell, who am I kidding? I’m sure she broke it when she saw fit. I’d spent my years making sure I played by the rules. I didn’t get mixed up in Vegas politics or the power games like everyone else. I didn’t have to worry about getting tangled in it. I’d built my business so I wouldn’t have to. I bought land and sold it. Sometimes I sat on it and sometimes I built on it and sold it. I’d made a killing and had done it with clean hands. Not many could say the same in a town like this. Not even the woman lying in my bed. I’d break every rule I ever lived by to keep her.
She had me the moment I saw her, but she sealed her fate after that night. She’d given me her card and asked me to come to her office the next day. I was sure she was going to ask if I wanted to come to one of the Mistress Auctions.
It wasn’t until I went into her office and she was on me that I knew what she wanted. I was more than happy to give her that. She’d taken me by surprise, but I think I surprised her when I picked her up, placed her on her desk, ripped her clothes from her body, and fucked her right there.
I spilled all those feeling deep inside her, the ones I had felt that very first night. I don’t know how men treated her before, but she seemed to like me taking control in bed. My reaction to her in her office that day was like nothing I’d ever felt before. It was almost like I wasn’t me. That she’d uncovered my baser instincts.
When she’d finally come to, she tried to pull herself from me. I only held her tighter. That seems to be our game now. She tries to pull away, and I grab hold and pull her back to me.
What’s holding her back from me, I have no idea. I know she has her issues. She needs control, and I let her have it when we’re not in the heat of passion. I think that’s why she keeps letting me get closer and closer, a little bit at a time. She knows I won’t make her choose. I want her to choose me. To let that life go, but I want her to choose it on her own, and I think she needs that, too.
When she told me the story of growing up with a ruthless father, a notorious mob boss, I got her. Things started making a little more sense. I also know I’m the only person who knows she was his daughter. I got the inkling she might have killed him. It was easy to read between the lines of her story. I got what she didn’t fill in, and I wouldn’t make her say anything she didn’t want to. She would if she wanted to, or maybe it wasn’t something she wanted to relive. I have no doubt in my mind my Samantha would take down any man who laid a hand on a woman. Anyone could see that with the way she treated her girls.
I just knew her father ran a whorehouse and treated everyone in his life like shit, and she was not excluded from that list. I have
a feeling she took the money he’d left behind and started the Mistress Auctions, a place where women can sell themselves if they want, but would always be safe.
She keeps giving me all these little pieces of her, and I just keep collecting them. I’m hoping that one day I’ll have them all, and I don’t care how long it takes me to get them. A tight grip took hold of me last night when I saw her holding back from me a little. There’s something she’s not telling me.
I lean down and kiss her softly on the lips. One hand comes up, sliding her fingers into my hair as she sleepily deepens the kiss.
“You wore me out,” she says, pulling her lips from mine.
“Stay in bed, love. You don’t have to be up for a few more hours.” I rub my hand across her stomach, loving the silky feel of her skin against my rough hands. Everything about us is such a contrast.
Her breath catches for a moment. “Okay, cowboy.” She grabs the blanket, pulling it over her head and burying herself deeper into the bed.
I still feel something is wrong. It’s coating the air. Others may not be able to read her, but I can. I notice every breath she takes, and they’re off.
“There an Auction tonight?”
Her blue eyes pop back open at that. I always go to her Auctions. I don’t buy. Hell, I don’t even really watch. I just worry that one day she might be up there, and I want to make sure I’m there to buy her. Hell, I’d love thirty solid days of having her all to myself. I’d never let her leave this room.
“Hmm. Yeah.”
There it is. Samantha doesn’t hmm.
“I’ll see you tonight then.”
“I’m sure you will, cowboy,” she teases, maybe realizing that I know something is off.
“I love you,” I say, leaning down to kiss her. She kisses me back, but this time with a little more force. The same way she always does when I tell her I love her. Something I’ve been doing for a while.