She stroked her nub, and seconds later she climaxed. Even as she was caressing her clit, John fucked her hard. The desk moved under the force of his thrusts. He didn’t care. Finding his release was all he cared about. Plunging inside her, John stared into her eyes. She was so fucking beautiful. He’d die a happy man being inside her.The stirrings started, and he plundered her tight heat spilling his cum into her waiting folds. She took every drop, moaning as he held her tightly.No one was taking her away from him. John would kill every last one of them if they even thought to take her from him.****Later that night, Christal padded back to the bedroom. She had brushed her teeth and washed her face. The whole of the night had been spent with John inside her. Christal’s folds was sore, but she didn’t care. The feel of John’s hard shaft inside her was more than worth it.“Your breath smelled fine to me.”She rolled her eyes and climbed on the bed beside him. Before brushing her teeth s
Three days later John was staring at his computer screen. Christal was at home after a marathon of sex. She was probably happy with the reprieve. His nerves were totally fried at what their future was going to be. Whatever happened was up to her.He tried to focus on his work rather than on what his woman was going to do. The last three days he’d held back claiming her. The mating heat had been between them during most of their fuck fest, but he held it back. John didn’t want them to blame the mating or him for Christal staying with him.In the space of one month he’d found his woman, hurt her, taken her, fallen in love with her, and was now on the verge of losing her. His parents were not lying when they said wolves moved fast, refusing to waste a single moment of life.Leaning back, he turned his chair to look over city life. When he was first outlawed he hated the city, but then he had come to love it. The hustle and bustle of activity stopped him from thinking about the pain of ev
Christal kept beating the butter and sugar together. She looked at the time sensing something was going to happen today. John had held her tighter than ever before. Seeing him drive away clearly sad had upset her even more. Today was going to be the day they visited her. The collective’s visit was the only explanation as to John’s change in mood.Baking a dark rich chocolate cake usually eased her thoughts. Her cure for all tensions was no longer working. She placed the two filled cake tins in the oven, washing up the dishes. Christal was wiping down the counter when the doorbell sounded. Glancing around the kitchen, she tried to find any excuse to answer the damn thing.Be strong, Christal. You can do this.She loved John, and all she needed to do was prove to them her feelings. Tucking hair behind her ears she walked to the door.“Hello, Christal. I’m Charles, and these are my brothers. I’ll be the one doing the talking today. They’re here to listen, learn, and take information in,”
He left afterward. Looking at the clock she saw she’d missed lunch. John was probably out of his mind. Rushing to the phone she started to type in his number and stopped. Calling him wouldn’t do the trick. She wanted to do something else. Putting the phone down, she entered the kitchen and started setting up her basket.John deserved the best, and she finished icing the chocolate cake. She hummed as she set to work. By the time it came to end of the day, she headed out toward John’s place of work. At five o’clock she was leaning against his car holding the picnic basket in front of her. Every time the elevator stopped, she tensed waiting to see him.For the next half an hour John didn’t appear. He was one of the last men to leave the building coming toward her with Dick in tow. His friend slapped his arm, pointing at the car.She smiled, waving at him. John frowned, approaching her.“Why are you here?” John asked.“I thought we could go on a picnic. I’ve packed dinner.” She turned to
She was gone. Eliane was gone. The funeral was over, and only a few close friends were left, cleaning up after the meal. Maxwell, now a widower, sat in his recliner in the living room, looking out the window at the backyard, imagining Emma in her garden. But she wasn't there. She is now buried. This thought filled him with grief. Tears blurred his vision and stained his face.He believed that if there was a heaven, she was there. She was the most honest and moral person he had ever known. She had strong faith in God and in the goodness of people. She always tried to see the best in others, even when they didn't deserve it. She had kept him out of trouble more than once.Dakota, a close friend of Emma and Maxwell for over ten years, sat down in a chair across from him. She began to speak. "Maxwell, I think we are going to go now. There is plenty of extra food in the fridge if you get hungry later."Maxwell turned to look at Dakota, but seemed to look right past her. Then, focusing on h
He was able to get Dakota on the phone, and she seemed truly pleased that he had called her. Maxwell explained his situation to her and why he needed a change of scenery and venue. She told him that she totally understood.Dakota had been a widow for about four years now and knew exactly what Maxwell was going through. Her husband had also died of prostate cancer. She told him to let her look through her listings, and she would get back to him as soon as she thought she had something of interest.Later that afternoon, Maxwell's phone rang. "Hello.""Maxwell, it's Dakota, how are you?""I'm doing good. Did you find me something?""Well, I might have found just what you're looking for, but then, you will need to be the judge of that. What is your schedule like tomorrow?""As far as I know right now, I'm free. What did you have in mind?""Well, if you could meet me at my office, then I could show you a few houses and maybe find one you really like.""What time tomorrow?""Is about ten ok
"Wait until you see the inside!" Dakota smiled and winked at him.She parked the car in front of the house, grabbed her notebook, and said, "Shall we take a look?""Yes, by all means," Maxwell replied.As they stood at the front door, she bent down to punch in the combination to the realtor's box, which contained the door key. Once in the house, she began to explain the present situation to the house."The house at present is a corporate rental. What that means is that companies will rent the house for a weekend or longer for meetings or retreats. That's why it's furnished.""I see. What is the asking price?""Well, it is listed for 400,000, which is not a bad price itself. However, because of several factors, I think the owner would be willing to take less than that—actually, much less.""How much less is much less?""Well, because of my working relationship with the owner, I think if you made an offer around 300, she would entertain it. The owner is an older woman and she is having
Looking out the kitchen window, he watched her pull out of the driveway and disappear into the woods.Maxwell spent most of the afternoon walking through each room of the house, imagining himself living there. He would then walk outside to get a feel for the layout of the property. He also couldn't get Dakota or the peck on the lips out of his mind.After only about two hours, he knew that he wanted it. Actually, he knew it long before Dakota left. The whole 'I want to see it at night', was just a ploy so he could arrange some more private time with Dakota.Since Emma's passing, Maxwell hasn't dated. He didn't even try, mostly because he found no one who sparked his interest. However, now, his interest was not just sparked but was fully engulfing him.Sitting at her desk, Dakota was having a very difficult time organising her thoughts about what she had to do. Fortunately for her, the list of things to do for the day was pretty short. She would find herself looking out the window, thi