Jordyn's Army, page 6
Holy shit. Owen can’t be serious. We barely know one another.
“You are beautiful, and I’m not only talking about your body, Rose. I mean everything about you. You make me laugh. You love Kennedy more than anything, and the way you put her first makes you an incredible woman. I still can’t believe this. I don’t know if I want to spread your legs as wide as they will go, bury my head between them, or fuck you until neither one of us can think of anything else. Christ, I’m nervous,” he says with an unsteady voice.
“You're nervous? I opened my door with a vibrator in my hand and spilled my guts out in frustration because I haven’t had an orgasm since I was sixteen that wasn’t self-induced. I don’t feel funny now, Owen. I feel alive for the first time in my life when you look at me like that.” My speech comes out in a loud, rustling rasp. I’m so turned on. So in dire need of him to touch me.
“Like what?” Owen grins, and God, it is such a beautiful sight to see.
“Like I’m Cinderella and you’re Prince Charming.”
“Then I guess this is the beginning of our fairy tale.”
He stands up tall, sheds himself out of his clothes, and my heart drops to the soles of my feet when I get a good look at him standing there. His lids are heavy over blue-green-colored eyes. He is perfection. Big and wide through the shoulders. Trimmed at the waist, and a cock that will more than likely split me in half.
Owen leans in again, his chest barely touching mine and when he presses his lips to mine and begins to fuck my mouth. I lose my ever-loving mind. There’s no funny business happening here. Nothing is a joking matter about this moment that I never thought would happen. This is real, and it is my time to be swept away by my prince.
I gasp when his tongue darts out, fingers clench tightly in my hair while his free hand grabs one of the cheeks of my ass firmly. This is what I’ve always wanted. A man who wants me with a deep fierceness and makes damn sure we both get what we want.
My lips tingle and I press my fingers to them when Owen slides down my body, and his nose glides up my leg. He plants kiss after kiss to the outside of my calves, the insides of my thighs, and everywhere in between. I’m practically shaking when his tongue finally darts out and licks straight up my center, taking one, long, slow and pleasurable swipe. My hips buck upward on their own, my knees clamping around his thick head of hair and I reach to pull it, to get his face closer to where I want him.
Dear Lord. This is so much better than my dreams.
Owen pushes me up the bed by grabbing hold of my ankles, spreading me farther as he sucks and licks and sends me into another world.
“Oh my, I never knew it could feel like this. I’m going to come on your face, Owen. Keep going. Don’t stop.” Did I just say that? I did. Cover my face with a pillow now, please.
“I’m not coming up for air until my cock can’t take anymore. Get that tight top off and play with your tits. Show me what you do when you think of me, Rose. You do think of me the same way I do you when I’m jacking off, don’t you?”
His voice sounds deep and heavy and not at all like the porn I watch.
“Yes,” once again, I do what I’m told, a big smile plastering from ear to ear because the thought of Owen yanking his dick while thinking of little ole me does all kinds of things to the spot his teeth are grazing across.
I breathe deep, my head suddenly feeling foggy as I lift it and yank my top off. My nipples ache like never before, and I feel so out of my comfort zone, my fingers are shaking just like my body when I tweak a nipple.
I don’t even care that my moans might bother my neighbors through the thin wall behind me as I pluck and pinch while Owen continues to go at me like I'm the best thing he’s put into his mouth.
I’ve never felt anything so erotically intense in my life. I’m coming out of my body, screaming his name with adrenaline shooting straight to my heart. He assaults me with reckless abandon. Working his tongue, fucking my clit, and pushing forth a side of me I never knew existed.
“Owen. Oh, shit!” I scream and press my hips further into his face. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and every sensation I’ve dreamt of knowing ripples through me. It starts at my toes, rises to my knees, surges through my core, and swells the further it travels up my spine. Tingling my head and making me lose my mind.
“Fuck. I’m going to eat this pussy for days,” he says, lifting his head from between my legs, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and leaving the rest of my orgasm dripping down his chin.
Sexy as hell.
Standing up, he bends and retrieves a condom out of his jeans, rips the square package open and rolls it down his dick.
Thank God he is because even though my parts haven’t been used and abused as they should be at my age, I can still get pregnant and for once in my life, I’m going to be selfish and live life for me. I earned it, after all.
“You going to ride me, Rose. I want to watch those tits bounce. I want to grope and play with them. I know that pussy is tight, wet, and begging for a proper fuck. Come here.” He sits on the bed, stretches his legs out in front of him, and adjusts me on top of him.
I’m not self-conscious anymore. In a matter of minutes, Owen has woken me from the dead. Especially the part between my legs. She’s quivering in need and shaking from anticipation.
“Touch me. Take my nine inches and stroke him in your hand. When you're ready, I want those lush, full hips in the air, and me sinking inside of you until I’m all the way in.”
“Nine inches, you said? Lord, have mercy. Not only did I get me a stallion, but he is also hung like one. I can’t wait to ride him bareback.”
A laugh bursts out of Owen, causing his dick to twitch, I reach out and palm the base. Wishing this condom wasn’t in the way so I could see if it feels as good as it looks.
I’m nervous and excited at the same time. But I’m ready to be fucked wild, to be stretched wide, and to have every inch of this throbbing cock inside of me.
I stroke him hard. Bend and kiss his chest. Swallow around the nervous lump in my throat as I lift and guide him to my entrance.
I bless the gods who decided to endow this man with a big cock, a wicked tongue, and if lady luck decides to stay on my side, a heart that will become mine.
Oh God. My pussy hits an all-new high when the tip enters.
“I’m not a virgin obviously, but I feel like one,” I say and moan, my body relaxing with every inch of him it takes. He’s stretching me beyond the verge of pain, tossing me straight into another galaxy of human contact bliss.
“Jesus fucking Christ, you feel like one. I can’t wait to give it the pounding it deserves. Fuck using a vibrator in this sweet body. The only thing going in it ever again are parts of me.” Owen cries out on a deep roar.
His mind must tell his hands to no longer resist taking over because he grips my hips, and thrusts into me hard before knifing up, forcing me to wrap my legs around him.
“I feel the nine inches deep,” I say, wanting to tell him to drive into me with the force of a madman.
“I’m not deep enough, hold on baby, I’m about to plow right through that ache and give you a fuck you’ll remember. There’s plenty more of these Rose. So many more.”
He begins to fuck me as promised. Hard, fast, and so incredibly deep that I feel him everywhere. My body truly is being split in half. One part is screaming for more; the other is yelling that this foreign sensation rippling through me is too much. I’m spinning out of control, falling over the edge, feeling his breath against my ear as he continues to spread me open wide with every grind and pull of his rock-hard cock. He shifts my hips, slams into me on a slight angle, rubbing up against my clit and adding to the building pressure until I’m not sure if my body or my mind can handle any more.
But it’s going to damn it. It’s going to keep on letting Owen assault and pound. It’s going to enjoy the first proper fucking I’ve had in my life. The idea there’s more only fuels my body to press down when Owen thrust up.
Tears of happiness start rolling down my cheeks and landing somewhere between us. I shove them away and concentrate on every thrust in and out of me as my mind starts screaming at me to hang on for the ride because it’s going to be a long one.
And it’ll be worth every year I went without cock because now that I have it -Nine long and thick, glorious inches- I’m not ever getting off this ride.
Epilogue- Six months later
“You look stunning, Mom,” Kennedy says as she hands me my bouquet of roses, bends and straightens the train on my ivory colored wedding dress.
“I feel beautiful, sweetheart. Can you believe it, I’m getting married today to a man who loves me, and I love with every part of me. I’m gaining a wonderful son, you're getting a sibling, and I’m going to college.”
After Owen and I spent our first magical night together, we’ve been inseparable since.
Of course, I didn’t quit my job right away as he wanted. There wasn’t any way I was having him take care of me. Even though we’re about to be married; I still don’t want him providing for me, but he is, and I’m pulling my weight by starting at the bottom of the totem pole as his personal office cleaning lady.
My duties are sidetracked because my soon to be husband can’t seem to keep his hands to himself. Especially when I bend over to plug in the vacuum. I end up remaining in the bent-over position across his desk while he worships me and gives me his dick from behind.
“Yes, I can believe it, Mom. Aren’t you glad I told you to get you some?” She winks, hooks her arm through mine, and together we walk out of the bedroom of my new house, down the hallway and out the sliding door off the kitchen where Owen waits at the end of the aisle. Roses surround him from our rose garden.
It’s a different home than the one Owen lived in when we met. Much smaller and Kennedy and I have spent the past month decorating it the way I wanted. From new carpet to the paint. It’s perfect.
The music starts, and my girl walks me toward the man of my dreams, and when he takes my hand, lifts it toward his mouth, and tells me he loves me and how lucky he is. I smile and thank God for giving me a new winning hand.
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Waking Up to Forever
Amy Briggs
1
Jaqueline
I snipped the ends off some white gardenias, placing them gently in a small bucket of fresh water. It was my last day of work before closing up shop to welcome guests coming into town for my wedding, which was in five days. I glanced over at the clock. Almost two o'clock. Jacob would be coming down to say good morning—good afternoon—any minute now. His late-night shifts at the hospital led to afternoon wake-ups, and he still had two more days. That meant I'd be doing most of the running around.
We didn’t want to have a big wedding at all, it wasn’t the kind of people we were, but sometimes these things take on a life of their own. That, coupled with his parents’ excitement, and we let the event take on a life of its own. It was hard to believe it was only a year ago we’d met, mostly because it seemed as though we had always been meant to be together.
When we met, we actually didn’t meet at all. I had been poisoned by an apple with a toxic chemical still on it that had come in a fruit basket. While I never did figure out who that basket was from, it had to have been an accident, so I’d given it little thought once I’d gotten better. Besides, it brought me to Jacob. He was my doctor for all intents and purposes, and even though I couldn't communicate at the time, I fell in love with him. His constant checking in on me, and his determination to find out who I was and how to revive me, was what fairy tales were written about.
I could hear him shuffling about upstairs in our apartment, and I knew he’d be watching his coffee brew before he made it down to my flower shop to say hello. There was one last event I was designing flowers for and then we were closing up for a week. I’d never gone that long without working in my shop, and the thought of it gave me some anxiety, even though I was excited to get married.
I picked up the stems that hadn’t quite made it to the trash bin and dropped them all into my rubbish can of leaves, other stems, and flowers that didn’t make the cut, and took the bucket of gardenias to the cooler. They needed some time to drink water and get cooled off again before I could work more with them. If you handle the flowers too much, they’ll wilt, and nobody wants a wilted centerpiece for their event.
The flowers for my wedding were traditional. Even though I had access to blooms from anywhere in the world at reasonable prices, the champagne rose would always be my favorite. A dusty, pale sand color, they coordinated with pink, red, blue… anything you could imagine. And they smelled incredible. I ordered far more than I even knew what to do with, but I couldn’t help myself. I’m a florist after all, how could I not?
As I smiled to myself, thinking about the sheer volume of roses that would be delivered in a few days.
“Hey beautiful,” a voice said softly from behind me.
Startled, I jumped and clutched my hand over my chest. “Jeez, Jacob! You scared the hell out of me!” I exclaimed.
“I really think you need to get a bell for that door.” He lifted an eyebrow at me. We’d had that conversation numerous times, and I didn’t want it to sound like an old bodega when people walked into my shop. It also wasn’t a priority. Who wants to shop for a doorbell so they don’t get startled? Boring.
“Yeah, yeah. We’ve discussed this. Maybe something soft-sounding on a motion sensor, but I’m not getting an obnoxious bell that sounds like someone’s running in here to get a pack of gum or a six-pack of beer.” I pursed my lips at him.
Jacob made his way over to me, planting a soft kiss on my lips. Thus, ending the debate on doorbells. “How is your last day of work as Miss Jaqueline Snow going?” He set his coffee cup down and leaned on my table to chat while I pulled out some vases for the arrangements.
I grinned, the thought of becoming Jaqueline Snow McIntyre racing back to the forefront of my mind. “I’m having a lovely, quiet day down here.”
“Happy to hear it. Are you almost done?” he asked.
“I am not.” I didn’t elaborate. He knew I’d work into the evening so the next day, when the flowers were needed, they’d be as fresh as possible. All Ella had to do then was open up for the customer, and hand over the beautiful arrangements. “How did you sleep?” I asked, promptly changing the subject.
“I slept great. I wish I didn’t have to go to work, but otherwise, all’s well.” He scrunched his face up, an annoyed expression that wasn’t meant to make me smile as much as it did. I couldn’t help it, Jacob was everything a woman could want. He was ridiculously good-looking, responsible, and had a fantastic job—granted, the hours were terrible, but he was kind and generous. Most of all, he loved me.
I set the last vase I needed on the table and moved to where he was still leaning forward onto the large wooden work counter. “Come here,” I said, pulling on his arm.
He slowly straightened himself out, and wrapped his arms around me tightly, resting his chin on top of my head. I loved when he did that, it made me feel safe. Protected. “I’m sorry you have to do all this stuff by yourself the next couple days.”
I squeezed him a little tighter. “I don’t mind. Of course, it would be more fun with you, but you have an important job. People need you.”
“Don’t you need me?” he asked.
“Of course I do. But not when I’m busy making the flowers for our wedding. I have plenty to do.”
He leaned back a little bit and smiled down at me. “I really wish that we’d hired someone to do the flowers so that you could just have a few days off to spend with your aunt and my family coming in. And, to just do whatever you want,” he added.
I laughed. “That was never going to happen. I can assure you that creating my own wedding arrangements makes me far happier than any day off, wondering what someone else was doing. I’d be far too judgy, and I besides, I know what I want. I’m a florist. Every little girl that grows up to be a florist knows what flowers she wants on her wedding day. It’ll be a peaceful reprieve for me from all the chaos.”
“It is a lot of chaos.” Jacob sighed. “I know we wanted to have something small and you let my mom convince you that we had to have a bunch of hoopla.”
“Hoopla is good. It makes people happy,” I replied. “I want your mom to be happy. And our guests, of course.” I smiled. I didn’t really care if it was a huge affair or an afternoon at the courthouse. I was simply thrilled to become Jacob’s wife. Something about it becoming official, however it might happen, just felt so meant to be.
“But does it make you happy?” he asked. “Because that’s all I really care about.”
I leaned further back, letting him tend to his coffee before it got cold. Propped against the counter, I folded my hands over my chest and made my admission. “It makes me very happy, Jacob. I know that in the beginning, I said that I just wanted to have a small wedding, but I have to confess… being a princess for the day is fun. I’m enjoying it. The hoopla is exactly what I wanted after all.” I giggled like a giddy schoolgirl getting ready for prom.
Jacob laughed. “Ah, I see. So you actually do enjoy the attention?” he teased, knowing full well that I hated to be the center of attention.
