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2025-03-10 23:42:47His hand drops to my behind again, and he rubs it as he smiles to himself, looking me up and down.
I raise a brow. “You can stop looking at me like I’m your next fuck. There will be no physical activity between us tonight. I’m not that kind of girl.”
He leans over and kisses me again. “Stop talking.” He smiles against my lips. “You are only making the challenge so much sweeter for me. I am a goal orientated man, you know.”
“Happy wife, happy life,” I reply sarcastically.
“Blossom, do you really think I couldn’t make you happy as my wife if that were my intention?” He raises his brow.
I laugh out loud. “Shut up, you freak. Who says this shit and gets away with it?”
He laughs out loud as his hands drop to my behind again.
Two hours and six cocktails later…
The sight of his huge cock sliding between my breasts is driving me crazy. We’re back in his room, unable to control our mutual attraction, acting like animals. This is casual sex at its absolute finest. This guy is gorgeous, intelligent, funny, and sexy as fuck. Not to mention he’s hung like a bloody horse. I’ve died and gone to Vegas Heaven. His knees are on either side of my body as he kneels over me. Large, dark brown eyes stare down at me, and I arch my back, unable to hold the urge to fuck. How did he get me here, doing this?
I’m not this kind of girl, but holy hell, he makes being bad so much damn fun.
He bends and kisses me, his tongue seductively dancing with mine. “You owe me fifty bucks.” He smiles against my lips.
I laugh out loud. “Bastard.”
“Time to work off your debt,” he whispers as he drives his body forward through my breasts. His eyes close in pleasure as his hands encase my breasts around his cock. “You have the best fucking tits I have ever seen.” He growls.
My eyes roll back in my head. God, this is payment enough. What could be better than this visual sensation?
He begins to really pound my chest until the bed starts to rock and my sex clenches in pleasure. Holy fuck, I need this dick inside me now.
I laugh out loud. This is unbelievable. How the hell did this guy get me back to his room, having me owe him fifty dollars for the privilege?
He smiles sexily as his mouth hangs slack with arousal. “Arrêter de rire ou je remplirai votre bouche avec ma bite,” he whispers as he looks down at me.
Translation: Stop laughing or I will fill your mouth with my cock.
An unexpected thrill runs through me as I reply, “Je pourrais prendre tout cela.”
Translation: I could take it all.
His eyebrow rises in surprise. “Tu parle français?” he asks as he rolls a condom on.
Translation: You speak French?
I grab the back of his head bring it to mine. “Je baise en français trop,” I whisper against his lips.
Translation: I fuck in French, too.
His mouth ravages mine and I feel his hard cock slide between my wet lips. Back and forth he glides his length. I smile. Let’s up the anti.
“Obwohl, wenn ich in Deutsch ficken ist, wenn I’m in meinem besten,” I whisper as my arousal hits a fever pitch.
Translation: Although, when I fuck in German is when I’m at my best.
He laughs into my mouth and lifts my legs over his shoulder as he impales me in one hard slam. We stay still and our eyes close in pleasure.
Holy fuck.
This guy is good… and huge.
“Sie sollten sehen, was Sie sagen, deutsch meine Bruchstelle ist,” he whispers as he pulls out and slides home again.
Translation: You should watch what you say, German is my breaking point.
My back arches off the bed. Oh God, this is too good. His brain is as sharp as his body. I don’t know anyone else bilingual, and these exchanges are blowing my freaking mind. “Ich wollte deinen Schwanz in den Mund,” I breathe.
Translation: I wanted your cock in my mouth.
He pulls out and immediately hovers above me as he feeds his cock into my open mouth. I taste my own salty arousal. Shit. This guy is off the fucking hook.
“Votre souhait est ma commande ma chère femme.”
Translation: Your wish is my command, my dear wife.
I smile around the large penis as he slides it down my throat and I feel my sex start to pulse. “Je voudrais que vous souffler dans ma bouche. Si vous étiez vraiment mon mari je boirai vers le bas.”
Translation: I wish you could blow in my mouth. If I was really your wife, I would drink it down.
He shakes his head and smiles sexily down at me as he pushes the hair back from my forehead. “Fuck, moi aussi. Vous soufflez mon putain de l'esprit ici,” he whispers through his blanket-thick arousal.
Translation: Fuck, so do I. You are blowing my fucking mind here.
I smile as I flick my tongue over the end of him. His knees are on either side of my head, and his body is moving fluently so he slides in and out of my mouth. His dark eyes watch me struggle to take him fully.
This man has the body of a god and the mind of an angel.
I am in Heaven.
“Je dois te goûter.”
Translation: I need to taste you.
He growls as he pulls out of my mouth and drops between my legs, his tongue swiping through my swollen flesh.
Fuck. My knees try to close as I struggle to gain control of the sensory overload. He pushes them back to the mattress aggressively as his tongue really takes charge, licking and tasting all that I am.
“How do I taste?” I whisper as my hands drop to the back of his head.
He groans into me as his eyes close in pleasure. His tongue circles and swipes, and I feel myself start to quiver. Oh God, it’s been too long. I’m going to come already.
“Come,” he breathes into me. “I want you to come on my tongue. Give me some cream, Bloss Bomb.”
Holy fuck, this guy is frying my brain. He bites my clitoris and I shudder into him and he groans in pleasure. I grab the back of his head to try and still him.
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“Stop,” I pant, this is too much. I am too sensitive. He sucks deeper and his eyes roll back in his head. “You are one hot fuck.” He growls as he laps it all up. He climbs up and over me and slides home in one swift movement.I frown at the ceiling as my hand runs through his messy curls. I can hardly breathe. He’s so big.He leans back on his knees and holds my legs in the air as his eyes drop to my sex and he watches my body struggle to take his large muscle. His thumb gently circles over my clitoris, knowing full well that will release me and allow his entry.He’s experienced and he knows how to loosen a woman straight upI watch him as I pant, somewhere in between disbelief, denial, and utter ecstasy. I didn’t know that sex could be like this. I haven’t had this before. I thought I’d had good sex… but now I’ve had this...I realize not.He gently kisses my ankle next to his ear, and he smiles sexily down at me. My eyes hold his for an extended moment and a frown crosses his face a
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Looking back, all those hours alone in my room spent teaching myself was worth it just to experience the night I had with him.He challenged me, but I challenged him right back, and I know I surprised him. Hell, I surprised myself.It was empowering to be able to keep up with such an obviously intelligent man. Our eyes lock and something clicks into place as I feel a flutter deep in my stomach.“What do you do for work?” I ask to change the subject.He lies naked on his side and rubs his hand over my breast, squeezing it hard. “I’m a mechanic.”I bite my lip to stifle my smile. He has softer hands than me. No way is he a mechanic.So, we’re playing that game, are we?“What do you do?” he asks.“I work in an ice cream shop.”He can’t hide his smile. “You are a dreadful liar. There is no way in Hell you serve ice cream.”I laugh. “You lied first.”He laughs as his lips drop to my nipple and he takes it in his mouth. “Touché.” He smirks.“What do you think I do?” I ask.He narrows his ey
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I frown as my eyes flash to the man behind us. “Oh, okay.”We get to the elevator and I have to take out my key card to see where my room is again.“We’ll be fine,” he tells the security guy before we enter the elevator. The guy nods and stays where he is.We get into the crowded elevator and stand at the front. I smirk up at him as he holds my hand.“I can’t believe you are ditching me on our first day of marriage,” he says loudly so everyone can hear.My eyes widen in shock. What is he doing?“So you just used me and abused me all night, is that it?” he asks in an exaggerated voice. I hear a lady behind us gasp in shock while the other people pretend not to listen.I smirk. Bastard! Two can play this game. “Yeah, well, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. And you were totally shit in bed, by the way,” I reply dryly.“What about our kids?” he asks, acting offended.I drop my head to hide my smile. Oh, this guy is something else.“Your kids are bastards. One of your other wives can b
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I’m unable to hide my broad smile, and I glance around the room to see all of the security staff watching on. Joshua, my brother, is a millionaire app developer. His security staff go everywhere with him, and seeing as he is my best friend, they are everywhere with me, too. I’m used to it, but he’s completely right. If I get caught cheating here all hell is going to break loose. I smile across the table at him and wink. He raises a sarcastic brow. The round starts again and I start to count.“He’s counting cards!” the man opposite yells.My mouth drops open in mock horror and Joshua breaks into a smartass grin. Bastard wants me to get caught.“What are you fucking talking about?” I shuffle through my cards in a fluster.“He’s fucking cheating. I’m telling you!” he snaps.“I am not.” I roll my eyes. “Have another drink, you alcoholic.”The lunatic across the table goes ape-shit, lifting the table and throwing it in the air. Our drinks and cards are sent flying. Next thing I see, he is
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“Cabin crew prepare for take-off.”I put my head back onto my headrest in annoyance as the plane rolls down the runway.The phone is gone. Nobody saw it and when they went back to look for it this morning, it had vanished.I’m so fucking pissed.“It might turn up.” Murph shrugs as he sips his drink from his seat opposite me.I look at him deadpan.Joshua smirks from his seat next to Murph. “It’s gone. It isn’t coming back.”“You’re not helping.” Murph sighs.I roll my eyes. Adrian Murphy—Murph, as we call him—is our best friend. He is the General Manager of Joshua’s company, good looking, young, and as gay as all hell. He is forever the optimist and finds a silver lining in every event.“It’s backed to the cloud, though, right?” Joshua asks. “It’s not that bad.”“There is only one number on that whole fucking phone that I want. It is not in the cloud.”“That chick from the other night…” he replies flatly.I stare out the window as the tarmac starts to scream past.“She might call you,
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I shrug, and for some reason I feel like I need to elaborate. “Believe it or not, I flew in from LA today and am looking for a girl I met in Vegas last weekend. I have no idea of her name.”Her eyes hold mine. “That’s crazy romantic.”I shake my head. “I don’t do romantic. It’s crazy stupid.”She serves the man next to me, while I sit and drink my drink. After a few moments she comes back to me. “Why don’t you put an ad in the classifieds.”I frown into my drink. “What?”“Put an ad in the classifieds that only she would understand.”I laugh and run my hand through my hair. “Now that’s fucking crazy.”She picks up a cloth and wipes the bar in front of us. “No, that’s crazy romantic.”She moves on to the next customer and I sit and think for a moment, and eventually I pick up my drink and return to my table near the window, deep in thought.Hmm… what would I write in the ad?A waitress walks by. “Excuse me, do you have a pen I could borrow, please?” I ask.She feels insides her pockets
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“Here, here.” She smiles. “Are we going to meet the others at Luco?”I take a mouthful of my grilled halloumi cheese salad and shake my head. “Hmm, this is good.” I gesture to my food. “You know I don’t really feel like going to Luco tonight.”“Why not?”I shrug. “I don’t know. It’s a dating kind of place and it’s not like I am going to see Vegas guy sitting there waiting for me.”Jen giggles around her mouthful of food. “You wish.”I laugh and sip my drink. “Tonight, we are going dancing. Screw bar Luco.”3Five years laterAshleyThe moving trucks come to a stop in the wide street, and my eyes flicker over to the back seat. “This is it, baby.” I smile.Owen looks out of the window towards our new house and I feel my nerves flutter deep in my stomach.It looks okay.The house is two-story with faded yellow weather-boards. It has a large veranda that wraps around the house. Climbing roses scale the posts, and a cobblestone path leads up to the front steps. It looks welcoming. I glance
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He squeals in delight.I laugh out loud.We walk through to the end of the hall and find a large, slightly dated kitchen, with a second living area and dining room with a bathroom off of it. A large bedroom with its own entrance is at the side. This will be Jenna’s room while she is here, and there’s another small bedroom to the left. I put my hands over my mouth in disbelief. Oh my God, this house is fucking fantastic.I love it.Owen runs ahead in excitement up the carpeted stairs. “Where’s my room? Where’s my room?” he calls out.I run up the stairs after him, and stop dead when I get to the top. Holy shit. This is… are we in the right house? Three bedrooms, a bathroom, and then double doors at the end of a large walkway.I open the double doors and my mouth drops open. A parents’ retreat, a lounge area that opens onto a large bedroom, with its own bathroom and a walk in closet. Double doors open to a balcony that looks out onto the street. Windows and expensive drapes are on every
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“Don’t.” I pull from his grip. “And don’t tell me you like it rough, either,” I add. “That is way too much information which I do not need to know.”Abbie grabs Ben’s forearm. “Bridget needs to be punished. You need to take her home right now,” she says seriously. Of all the things she could have said. “In fact, give her one for me,” she adds.“Abbie!” I snap. “Shut the hell up.”Tash puts her hand over her mouth and bursts out laughing.Adrian’s and my eyes widen in horror.Ben nods. “That’s a good idea, Abs.”He grabs my arm and pulls me toward the door, and I snatch my arm from his hold.“Don’t touch me.”“Cut out the dramatics,” he says as he pushes me forward.“Dramatics?” I repeat as I storm toward the door. “You’ve lost the fucking plot.” I exit up the stairs, out onto the water’s edge on the cobblestone pavers.He falls into stride beside me and the ocean breeze whips through my hair.We walk in silence for a while and I glance over at him, seemingly deep in thought.“What are
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“Bring him to me?” I repeat with a raised brow. Is he kidding me? “What are you, Henry VIII now?” Unable to help it, I smirk. “What are you going to do, Ben? Behead him?”His eyes hold mine for an extended moment. “Possibly.” He must realize how ridiculous he just sounded because he smiles sexily. “It’s tempting.”Our eyes lock and a ripple of electricity zaps in the air between us.Cut it out.Silence hangs, but he finally breaks it. “It’s good to see you, Didge. I’ve thought of you often.”My eyes search his. I get a lump of regret in my throat and I just want to shake him for putting me through hell.I force a smile. “You, too.”I don’t mean it. Seeing him only makes it hurt that little bit more, knowing we didn’t work out. Unfortunately, I wasn’t imagining the chemistry we had. I always had hoped that maybe it had been a dream. I thought that if we ever saw each other again it would be like seeing an old friend in the street—I would feel nothing and be happy that I had moved on an
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“He’s not that bad.” I laugh. “And yes, he’s a cop… and he’s smoking hot, so he’s got a lot to love. Keep your opinions to yourself, Abs. Please remember you’re dating a gorilla on steroids. You can’t exactly judge.”Natasha and Abbey laugh, and I glance up and see Max smirking in the rearview mirror.“Yeah, well, that gorilla is an animal. I’m so down with gorillas.”Tash and I smirk because Abbey is a slut—a bona fide, self-confessed, slut. She loves men and sex, and she’s enjoying every perk of being a super attractive single woman. Her hair is long and golden, and she has a kicking body that she shows off unashamedly.She has every man she meets eating out of her hand.Her mantra is no boyfriends, no strings… just fun.And, boy, does she have the fun. I don’t know how she has the energy, to be honest. It seems like a lot of work.The car comes to a slow crawl before it stops, and we climb out to make our way to the bar where we’re all meeting.Joshua, Cameron, Scott, and Adrian ar
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I know he’s strong. I know he’s not a talker. But those nights in his arms were filled with tenderness and love.Where is that man?Because I want him back.I lie in the darkness at 1:00 a.m. The sound of the ocean drifts through the room and the soft breeze rolls over my body. As usual, I’m torturing myself with thoughts of Ben Statham and his beautiful body. Where is he now? Is he asleep?The last time we were together I told him I loved him. I never meant to, but I couldn’t help it. I was all soft and emotional from my orgasm-high, and the words just slipped out.Is that why he ran?I blow out a deep breath and stare at the ceiling as I go over that last night we spent together for the ten-thousandth time.If I knew it was to be our last night together I would have done more, said more,done anything to make him stay.The door opens, and I roll over. My heart catches in my chest.“Ben,” I whisper.He walks in and closes the door behind him, his hands clenching at his sides. He seem
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Cameron looks up and spots me watching him through the window, and he smiles sexily and makes his way across the garden. Before I know it he wraps his arms around me from behind and kisses me.“Permet de se faufiler au lit.” (Translation: Let’s sneak off to bed.) He nibbles on my neck and I smile as I try to wriggle away from him.“No.” I turn, and he takes me in his arms. I look up at him and he kisses me softly. “You know, you’re kind of all right for a farm boy.” My hands drop to his behind and I give it a squeeze. Everything is still gorgeous about my man; he’s only gotten better with age.He smiles sexily down at me. “I’ll show you what a farm boy can really do.”“Dad!” Juliet calls.He rolls his eyes.“Dad!” Zander yells. “Where did you go?”He puffs air in his cheeks and looks out the window, and then smiles broadly as an idea comes to him. He ducks down and crawls through the kitchen and back through the house.“What are you doing?” I ask as he crawls up the hall, towards the
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I nod and scrunch my eyes shut as another contraction comes. My doctor walks into the room. “The doctor is here.”“Put him on,” Cameron asks.I hand the phone to the doctor. “It’s Cameron.”He frowns and takes the phone. “Hello?” He listens for a moment. “Why? Where are you?” he asks. “Just a minute. “He puts the phone down and gives me an internal and then gets back on the phone. “She’s nearly ready to push. I’ll do my best. It’s progressing very fast.” He hands the phone back to me.“Hey, Bloss. I’m coming, babe.”I nod as tears start to roll down my face. He’s not going to make it. I know he’s not.“I love you,” I whisper.“I love you, too. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” He hangs up.I start to cry, blubbering-mess-crying, and I just want Cameron here. Why, oh, why today of all days?My eyes widen, and then I scrunch them shut.“What is it?” Adrian frowns.“I need to push.”CameronI tear off my gloves and run out of the operating room. I bang the elevator button three times.“Co
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“Get on a plane. I’ll hire you a private plane,” I stammer.“It will take that long getting into one airport and out of the other…it’s quicker if I drive.”Shit.“All right.” I pause for a moment. “Can you leave immediately?”“Yes.” He sighs. “On my way.”I blow out a breath and the nurse wipes the perspiration from my brow. The room falls silent and everyone is edgy. I inhale deeply as I try to calm myself down. “Hanna,” I call.“Yes, Doctor.”“Can you keep in contact with Ashley by phone, please, and let me know if there’s any change, other than that I need to concentrate here.”“Yes, of course.” She pauses for a moment. “Calling her now.”I inhale again as I try to slow my heart to a regular beat.It’s okay, I’m going get there… fate couldn’t be so cruel as to let me miss another birth.Hold on, Bloss... hold on.Ashley“Ahhhhh!” I call as I sit slumped over in the car.Adrian’s eyes are nearly popping from the sockets and he’s driving like a maniac. We’ve been stuck in traffic for
