“What do you think?” Graham asks as he stares down at me.I’m sitting at the giant kitchen island after Graham showed me his beautiful new home. Everyone has been talking about it for months, but no one has seen it. I thought he was building it for my sister. How wrong I’d been, but apparently I've been wrong about a lot of things when it comes to my new husband.Water drips from my hair, and I secretly hope it makes a little puddle for him to slip on. It could make me a rich widow if he broke his neck, and I don’t recall signing a prenup. This is his second mistake. Graham isn't prone to mistakes, so I’ll be snatching up any I can get my hands on.“I think you ruined my cell phone.” I hold up the phone my sister got me. It isn't like those fancy touch screen ones everyone has, but it was mine. It was my first cell, and now it’s ruined.“I’ll get you a new one. This one is junk anyway.”I snap my head up at him. “Junk?” I whisper at first. “Junk!” I jump up from the high-top stool I’m
It’s only an hour before I walk back into the house, but it’s as long as I can give her. Being away from Julie doesn’t sit right with me, but it’s even worse because she’s my bride now.Mine.I don’t like to think about all those thoughts I had of her before yesterday—before she was legal. So instead I push them out of my mind and go in the house to search for my wife.I kept an eye on the cameras while I did some things outside. I felt like a jackass for destroying her phone and made sure another one would be here first thing in the morning. It’s not often in my life I’m put on the back foot, but Julie has me practically on my knees. That little dark-haired thing is going to wreck me, and she damn well knows it.When I get inside, I walk straight up to the bedroom and test the door. I smile to myself when I feel it’s locked, then reach above the doorframe and take out the hidden key. I use it to open the door then put the key back for what I’m sure will be the next time she tries to
I pull my knees up to my chest as I sit alone in the giant bathtub and let the water get cold. I know I can’t stay here forever, but I’m still trying to wrap my mind around what just happened. I let him touch me, and he took me to a place I’ve never been able to find on my own.How does that man always knock me off kilter? I think I’m going to do one thing and then I end up doing another. The other being what he’d thought I was going to do. You’d almost think Graham knows me better than I know myself, and I’m starting to wonder if he does.I hit the knob to drain the tub before standing and grabbing one of the big fluffy towels. When I go in search of my clothes, I do in fact find mine in the closet. Except they aren't only mine. The walls and drawers of the giant closet are also lined and filled with new pretty things all in my size with tags still on them.Seeing my old clothes there as well, I have no doubt my mom knew what was going to happen when she asked me if I wanted to go to
“Can we take her out now?” Julie asks as she nuzzles Bow.“Anything your heart desires, beautiful,” I answer, lifting her up on the saddle. I grab my readied horse from the stable and hop on. I trot out to where Julie is waiting, and the way she’s looking at me, I don’t understand. It’s as if she’s really seeing me for the first time—and maybe she is.“Where to?” She looks ahead and then back at me. “I don’t know these trails as well as you do.”“Let’s follow the creek down and to the lake.” I look up at the sky and then back at her. “We’ve only got a couple of hours of daylight left and I don’t like the idea of keeping you out after dark.”“Afraid I’ll turn into a werewolf?” She winks as she trots ahead.“Nah, if you were a wolf, I’d just mount you from behind and fuck you under the moonlight.” When she whips around to stare at me with her mouth open, my horse moves past her, and I pop her in the ass on the way. “Don’t give me ideas, wife. It’s our wedding night.”I see the blush sta
I sit on the fluffy sofa watching television to kill some time. I’m not paying my favorite reality show a second of attention because all my thoughts are on my new husband. When we got back from our ride he took a shower.He teased me about washing his back, but I’d quickly declined and gotten flustered. I was tempted, but my mind is all over the place, along with my emotions. How many times have I wondered what Graham would look like naked? Too many to count.I groan and turn off the TV. I’m going to have to go up to bed sooner or later. I should be tired, but I’m filled with adrenaline at the thought of what’s going to happen tonight. Graham said he would give me time to get used to all this, but it’s technically our wedding night. Not wanting to torture myself with what’s going to happen next, I make myself get up and walk toward the bedroom.What would he say if I told him I’m going to sleep in one of the other rooms? He might already have plans to sleep in a spare room for all I
Hours. This has been pure torture for hours, but I don’t ever want it to end.Julie moves just slightly, and the shift is like a lightning bolt directly to my cock. I’m stretched out on my back because at some point in the night she turned over and then decided to climb on top of me. She’s got her knees on either side of my waist and the shirt she has on has ridden above her chest. Her panties and my boxer briefs are the only thing separating us from the neck down, and my dick has already managed to jut above the waistband in a desperate attempt to get skin on skin. The first couple of inches are bared and wedged between my stomach and her soft belly. It’s heaven and hell all at once.I close my eyes and pet her ass as she rocks in her sleep. She’s been doing this for so long I thought at some point she’d wake up. But she’s deep asleep as her body enjoys the feeling of grinding on my dick.My hands are down her panties and cupping her ass as she breathes deeply and rocks her hips. I c
I watch Graham work his way down my body, unable to pull my eyes away from him. I should tell him to stop and that we’re moving too fast. We’ve already done too much, but when I open my mouth, the only thing that comes out is a moan. My mind is overloaded with what he’s doing to my body.His tongue swirls around one nipple before sucking it into his mouth. My hips try to rise off the bed, needing friction, but I’m pinned under Graham’s massive body, and I’m not going anywhere. The thought only turns me on more.He could do anything he wants to me, and there’s nothing I can do about it. He releases my nipple and gives the other the same attention. I had no idea my nipples could be so sensitive. Of course I’ve read about it before, but it seemed so far-fetched. Now I see how wrong I was.“Graham,” I moan when he releases the other nipple and starts to travel farther down my body. His fingers slip into my panties, and he pulls them down my legs, then tosses them away. He spreads my thigh
“This storm is coming fast,” one of my guys calls as hops in the truck.“I know. That’s why I got out here as fast as I could.” I think about Julie sleeping in our bed, and I work faster to try and get to her.“I think that’s the last one,” another one says, jumping in the back.Some of the cattle got out earlier, and we were rounding them up before the storm came in. I got an alert about a flash flood and thunderstorms getting closer, and I didn’t want to take the chance. Once we got out here, I’m glad we didn’t ignore it. The sky is pitch black in the distance, and the clouds are moving in fast.“Thanks, guys. When we get back to the barn, make sure everything is locked up tight. This should blow over quickly, but I want to be safe.”As I take the back road to the barn and pull up outside, I see the door is ajar. I know it was closed when we left, to make sure no other animals tried to scurry out. I hop out of the truck, and the guys do the same while the other men on horses round i
When Olivia doesn’t have her hands full with Chuck, she’s attending one of her art classes or working in her studio. The boys and I worked on the weekends to build it for her so she’d have somewhere to paint on the property. Without using any of her connections, she’s managed to get her work into many of the local galleries and amass quite the following online under a pseudonym. She was hesitant at first to pursue it.“My parents always told me it was stupid,” she said when she first brought it up to me. But I pushed her.“That’s exactly why you should do it then.”Now every time I come home and see her covered in paint, wearing her oversized pair of coveralls with her hair tied back in a ponytail, it makes my heart go absolutely wild when I think that she is mine.Lugging Chuck over my shoulder, I stride in through the front door to find her at the sink finishing up some dishes.“Shouldn’t you be relaxing?” I ask her. “Dinner was hours ago.”“Oh, I was hungry, so I made myself some s
Five years later…“On nights like this, I always think of my dad.” I look down at my son, Chuck, named after my father, sitting on a stump beside me as we watch the treetops blow above us from the back of my pickup truck parked at the ridge.“You came here with him a lot?”“He took me here,” I smile, ruffling his hair. “Now I take you here.”“Mom says you guys met here.”“That’s kind of true, yes.”“Was she watching the trees too?”“Yes, she was.” I smile as I stand. “Come on, let’s get back and see her before you have to go to bed.”“But I’m not tired!”Chuck laughs and yelps as I lift him up and toss him over my shoulder like the little sack of potatoes he is, hop down out of the back of the pickup, and toss him into the cab.“Buckle up,” I remind him, which he quickly and proudly does. As I back out, I can’t help but look at the spot where I was parked five years ago on that night—the night that changed my life. As I glance in the rearview mirror, if I look hard enough, I can almos
“Make yourself come, you little whore,” he growls as he pumps his cock, showing me no mercy. And why should he? I’ve showed him none with all my power.It doesn’t take me long. A few concentric circles and I’m there. All the tension and build up from the last week—hell, from all the days since the ridge—it all hits me at once like a thousand fireworks exploding straight in my face. Every nerve ending in my body lights up. I try to scream, but my throat is stuffed with his manly inches.Sweet relief overwhelms me. More tears spill from my eyes. I gag on his glorious manhood and feel his cock pulse hard. He quickly pulls out and makes a sound like an angry laugh as I collapse back onto the floor in a shuddering mess.“You almost made me come, you know that?”I can barely even listen to what he’s saying as I lie at his feet, shaking, quivering, my abs spasming like I’ve just done five thousand sit-ups. But I am aware of him pulling my shorts the rest of the way off and his lips kissing u
If my father could see me now…Down on my knees in front of Anatoli Sidorov with my jaw dropped and my mouth obediently open. He would have a heart attack.But me? My heart is fluttering like a hummingbird, my nerves are tingling, and every bit of energy in my body is buzzing, screaming toward the focal point between my thighs. I’m dying for his touch, as I have been this entire week, but right now the queen has a king, and it is her job to obey.“Open,” he commands.I am, I think, but when he pulls his cock out of his briefs, I understand.I’ve only ever seen penises in porn, but even I know that what I’m looking at is not normal. Not average. In fact, what he’s holding in both hands is far, far above average. “I—I can’t swallow that, Anatoli.”His cock is thick like a solid shaft of muscle, with a long vein running all the way up from the base to the broad head. It stands out straight, stiff as a warrior’s spear, and from the tip drips a long line of what must be pre-cum.“Maybe not
“Is that a question?”God, what a stupid thing to say.Thankfully, Anatoli shakes his head. “No, it’s not.”“How—how do you know?”And an even stupider follow-up.“I’m not stupid,” he replies, taking a step forward, halving the distance between us.Well, that makes one of us.My senses suddenly come alive, and I’m aware of the sweltering heat coming off of his body, his intoxicating scent and the way he towers over me with a presence that would terrify me if the same angry fire were still in his eyes.“You wouldn’t do all of this just to get laid,” he says, taking another step. He’s almost on top of me now. My body is yearning for his touch again. The heat between my legs is growing to unbearable levels. Without his finger inside me, I feel vacant, hollow. I’m dying for him to finish what he began. “So there must be more. Much more. Isn’t that right, Olivia?”“I—so what are you saying, Anatoli?” I stammer. “That you…that you love me?”There’s a flash of amusement in his eyes that catc
Anatoli’s touch is like lightning. Electric pulses course up my spine, igniting flares of passion at the base of my skull that light me up like a Christmas tree.His kiss…Oh God, his kiss.I’ve been waiting, dreaming, absolutely begging for it for the last week. And not having it has been more painful than I ever could have imagined. But now having it is almost just as painful.It’s like too much salt or too much sweet. Too much pleasure, and I can barely comprehend it all. And when he curls his fingers and applies pressure between my legs, he overwhelms me.“Anatoli,” I breathe as he breaks our embrace and drags his lips down my neck. I can feel his hunger. His anger—I can feel it in his fingers as he forces them inside me. My jaw drops, and I practically burst like a popping light bulb. “Oh my God!”“This is what you wanted?” he asks, instantly finding my spot. My back arches off the wall, but he presses me right back against it with his body. I feel his bulge, rock hard and thick
I feel like a secret agent as I slip in the back stairs of the Radcliffe estate. I’m almost certainly being caught on their security cameras. Who knows whether or not the guards are watching the monitors and will come running?I’m in peak shape, but when I reach the door to Olivia’s wing, it feels like every one of my heart valves is ready to tear itself to shreds.All this over a girl I should despise.A girl trying to ruin me.I don’t even wait. I grab the door handle and barge in. Olivia almost jumps out of her skin and leaps back like she was about to open it for me.“Anatoli!” she yelps. I quickly clasp my hand over her mouth and close the door behind me.“Quiet!” I snap with a threatening hiss. “It’s been a week, Olivia. A week and I haven’t heard one word from the sheriff or the town clerk. I told you to call off your dogs or else. Was I not clear!?”The words taste like poison on my tongue. I can see the fear in her eyes as I speak them and want nothing more than to release he
I don’t sleep at all. Every time I close my eyes, I see her.Olivia Radcliffe.“Stop,” I tell myself over and over every time the image of her invades my mind. Rich bitch.You never should have kissed her.It was meant to be a spiteful move. A final fuck you to let her know how badly she’d fucked up, but it backfired hard and left me with a stiff dick that I didn’t want to acknowledge or do anything about but finally had to.Twice.And even that wasn’t enough.As I lie in bed, staring at the flecked paint of my bedroom ceiling, I can still feel her soft, supple waist in my hands from when I held her close.Christ, what it would be like to hold her like that again and stuff my cock inside her sweet little pussy. I’d fuck that queenly attitude right out of her. Make her come on my dick over and over and over again until she couldn’t see straight, walk, or mouth off at all.What are all those billions worth when you are shuddering all over my throbbing cock, queenie?I’d give anything to
“Are you all right, Olivia?” Bennett asks.“Fine,” I reply quickly. “I just – I think I’m going to take a bath. I have a bit of a headache.”“Need someone to run the water for you?”I have my back to him, but I can practically see the smirk on his face when he says that line. I’d like to turn around and tell him off – tell him that Tinder pickup lines don’t actually work in person and that I’m not a trashy slut that’s just going to jump in bed with him.But I don’t.Instead, I turn around, put on my best princess face, and force a painful smile.“No, Bennett. Thank you. That’s quite all right. I’m just going to relax now. Please tell my mom I’m going to go to bed early on your way out.”Unlike me, Bennett doesn’t dig deep for his charms and lets his emotions play out over his face.“Uh huh.” He nods, clicking his lower lip with his tongue. “You know, Olivia, when are you going to realize that this 18-year-old-virgin act just isn’t cute anymore?”“Excuse me?”“You know how many girls I