K.S. Ellis Bonus Content

Playlist - A Practical Marriage

4/6/2026

SPOTIFY PLAYLIST LINK

READ A PRACTICAL MARRIAGE NOW

Alan & Sally - Bonus Content

2/28/2026

Photo by Joshua Hummell on Unsplash

SALLY
Parking beside Alan’s truck in front of the farmhouse, I grab my laptop and purse, slide out, and hurry up the steps.
  “Hello! I’m home!” I call out, pushing through the squeaky screen door. I told Alan we should get it fixed, but he pointed out that a squeaky door is better than a doorbell, and I couldn’t really find fault with his argument.
  “We’re in the kitchen, sweet pea!” Following Alan’s voice, I move through to the kitchen, my smile widening to a beaming grin as I step into the kitchen, setting my bags on a chair in the corner.
  “Hi, guys! How’s dinner?”
Stan grins gummily at me, banging his spoon eagerly on the table, while Mila reaches for the spoon Alan is attempting to place in her mouth. He looks up from where he’s feeding the twins, grinning at me. I drop a kiss on his lips, moving to the fridge. “You made puree?”
I wasn’t expecting them to be already eating. I rushed straight home from work. Alan smirks at me. “Your mama stocked us up.”
Sure enough, there are enough tubs of carefully labeled puree stacked in the bottom of the fridge to feed an army of six-month-olds, not just two. “When did she leave?”
“About an hour ago. She has a date in Westboro, so I was happy to come in early.”
My eyebrows shoot up as I grab the makings of baked steaks and green bean casserole. “A date? She didn’t mention she was seeing someone.”
Alan nods to my laptop, sitting innocently in the corner of the room. “She said she met him online.”
Rolling my eyes, I make the casserole and crumb the steaks. It took Mom three months after I called to tell her I was pregnant to organize to sell her house in Maine and move here to The Flats. I don’t blame her. She thought, because I told her more than once, that she was never getting grandkids. Well, now she has two, and she is smitten. Alan keeps feeding the kids, his eyes landing on me, watching me cook. “You’re such a farmer’s wife.”
Whipping my head around, I glare at him. What did he say? “Excuse me. I am a newspaper editor.”
“You’re still my wife.”
“Always.”
Chuckling, Alan spoons the last of the pureed carrots into Mila’s mouth, wiping them both with the cloth and standing. Hugging me against his chest, he drops a kiss on my upturned face. “I’m going to take these two terrors to have a bath.”
“Okay. I’ll be up when these are in the oven.”
“All right.” Picking a baby in each arm, Alan winks at me, disappearing out of the kitchen. The stairs creak as he goes up, and I smile to myself. I also suggested we change those, but when Alan found out one of the twins was going to be a girl, he flat-out refused. “Oh no, I need to hear if she’s sneaking out to mess around with a boy,” were his exact words. Ridiculous man. We’re in the middle of nowhere. If a boy is making his way out here to mess around with Mila when she’s older, he’s showing commitment, and maybe we should hear him out. Setting the casserole and steaks in the new oven I made Alan buy, I set the timer and grab my phone.
SALLY: Alan says you’re on a date. Which dating site? I want to see a picture. Call me after. I want to know how it went and that you’re safe x
Dropping my phone back into my bag, I go upstairs, not bothering to skip the super creaky ones. Honestly, Mila will learn which ones not to step on. Alan is wasting his time. Following the happy squeals, I walk into the bathroom, laughing at the sight of Alan, covered in water, attempting to wash a squirming Stan while Mila sits contentedly in her bath seat, happily giggling as she splashes the surrounding water with flat palms.
“Come here, darling, let’s get you clean,” I coo, sinking to my knees and seizing a clean washcloth.
“Good luck with that,” Alan mutters, making another attempt to clean behind Stan’s ears while our son lets out an impressive war cry, twisting his head away. Laughing, I have more luck with Mila, who actually doesn’t mind getting washed at bath time. It’s why Alan always starts with Stan. Mila is a reward after that struggle. Still, we are both significantly damper than we were coming in when both kids are dressed in their footie pajamas and lying in their matching cribs, with little mobiles slowly turning above them. Alan sets the nightlight going, its soft music filling the space as we melt out of the room, blowing kisses to the kids. They are gurgling quietly to each other. They never cry when we put them down. I think they like being left alone together. They have an incredible bond. As only children, Alan and I love watching them together. As I close the bedroom door quietly, Alan wraps his arms around me, his face pressing into the top of my head.
  “Glad you came back to The Flats?”
“Every day.”
Alan chuckles, nuzzling his nose there. “Glad you had kids?”
“Every second. Glad I came back?”
“I thank God every day.”
That’s sweet. “I love you, Alan Cummings.”
“And I love you, sweet pea, a bushel and a peck.”
Oh my god. I groan, stepping out of his arms and slapping at his hard chest. “I can’t believe I know what that means.”
Seriously, I couldn’t be further from Brooklyn if I tried.
“Know and love it.”
Laughing, I follow Alan downstairs. Yeah, I do love it. I’m going to love planning the extension we’re going to need when the kids are older. Alan’s going to hate it. Especially when I plan on fixing those creaky stairs. He has learned which battles to fight, and I think I might win that one.

ALAN
Drying the last of the dishes, I stack them in the cabinets, turning to where Sally sat back down at the table, flicking through her notepad of story allocations. More work. That will have to wait. I have other plans for tonight. Resting my hands on the table on either side of her notepad, I lower my head, my nose sliding up her neck, my lips pressing kisses as I go. Sally sighs, dropping her pen, her head tipping back as my tongue teases a particularly sensitive spot, and she shivers. “Are you trying to seduce me, cowboy?”
“I sure am. Is it working?”
“It sure is.” With a giggle, Sally shoves her notepad and pen away from her. That means I win. She won’t be doing any more work tonight. She’ll be too busy moaning my name. Grinning triumphantly, I swing Sally into my arms, carrying her upstairs.
“Shh!” she giggles as the stairs creak under my feet. Sally is always at me to fix them, but they’re a built-in intruder alert. She’ll thank me in sixteen years when Mila is boy crazy. Sally thinks I’ve over-reacting, but I was once a sixteen-year-old boy here in Hamilton Flats, and I remember sneaking into Olivia Wright’s bedroom. Her daddy didn’t have creaky stairs, and he should have. Knocking the bedroom door shut behind me, I tumble Sally onto the bed, kicking off my shoes and coming down on top of her. Her giggles turn quickly to moans as I strip off her jeans, slicking my fingers through her folds in search of her clit. I don’t bother with her shirt. Sometimes, she still does overnight feeds, so those bad boys are still off-limits to me. I can’t wait for her to finish breastfeeding. I miss them. Sally’s fingers slide into my hair, gripping it tightly. I have her trained now. She doesn’t even bother bucking her hips to change the pace. Instead, she grabs my hair, or the comforter, to keep herself still, enjoying my tempo.
“Good girl,” I murmur, pinching her clit as I slide deep into her. Sally sighs, her head tipping back. Abandoning her clit, I take my weight on one forearm, my other hand finding her jaw to cup it, and bring her head forward so I can see her eyes. “Right here, sweet pea. Stay in the moment with me.”
“I will,” she promises, panting, her mouth still open. There’s no more beautiful sight in the world than watching my wife’s face as she comes for me. Nothing compares. Sally’s hands slide out of my hair, moving down my back and gripping my shoulder blades as her legs wrap around me, her ankles locking behind my waist. Her eyes widen, and I keep my slow pace, my own eyes burning into hers. Her pussy flutters and clenches at my dick as she comes with a breathy sigh.
“That was perfect,” she murmurs as I take my weight on both arms, hammering into her until I come as well. Yes ma’am, it was perfect. Everything about her and with her is perfect. Rolling onto my back, I draw Sally onto my chest, wrapping my arms around her, the comforter around our waists. Sally talks softly about her day, we talked about mine during dinner, and I gently stroke her hair, listening to all the office gossip with a smile. This is the life right here. The day Sally blew into town was the start of the best days of my life, and I wouldn’t change a thing. Not for all the inheritance money in the world.

The End.

Read A Practical Marriage Today

Playlist - Hold My Heart

4/5/2024

SPOTIFY PLAYLIST LINK

READ HOLD MY HEART NOW

Ryan & Layla - Bonus Content

4/5/2024

Photo by Jochen van Wylick on Unsplash

LAYLA
“Porta qui i tuoi fichi!”
The booming voice of the fruit merchant rings out as I laugh, pressing my hat firmly on my head, my hand gripping Ryan’s as we weave through the busy marketplace.
Our honeymoon in the Seychelles was magical, but this is our first proper holiday since then. It’s been a busy year at the office since our wedding. Well, a busy seven months. Ryan planned this trip and sprung it on me. I was never going to say no. Four weeks in Italy? Yes, please. Tim and Angie came to Tuscany for their honeymoon. They bought a villa, and we’re staying in it.
I love it. Italy is magical. Now I know why Angie says that if Tim could live anywhere, it would be Tuscany. They plan on coming back every year, and William can even say a few words in Italian.
“I want to buy figs!” I call to Ryan, but he shakes his head, still dragging me through the crowd.
“Later! I want to show you something first!”
Okay, but we’re definitely coming back for those figs, they look mouth-watering, and ever since I first glimpsed them when we arrived at this marketplace, I’ve been craving them.
The sky is bright blue, and the sun beats down on us as we make our way through the thronging crowds. Italian is being shouted all around us, and it’s sensory overload. I’m relieved when we walk into a small café. The sound drops away almost immediately, replaced by the lower, quieter buzz of smaller conversations.
Ryan steers me across the flagged stone floor, seating me at a vacant table by the window. He calls something out to the waiter, dropping into the chair across from me and plucking up my hand as he grins.
“You wanted to show me the view?” I guess, tipping my head toward the window. It’s pretty spectacular. The café looks over the top of the ancient wall that runs around the city, down over the green trees and fields spread out below.
“That and the menu.”
My eyebrows shoot up. It’s ten o’clock in the morning. He can’t have ordered wine. Surely. Besides, we only arrived last night. One glass, and we’d be out cold. Well, he would be. The waiter arrives, placing two small cups in front of us. The aroma of coffee teases my nostrils, not smelling as unpleasant as it usually does.
“Coffee?”
“Espresso,” Ryan corrects before the waiter can have a heart attack. The man leaves us with a flourish, and I eye the small cup with trepidation.
“It’s not iced.”
“No. Nor is it sugary, cinnamony, or any other ‘ie’.”
I make a face at his judgmental tone. Maybe if he tried iced coffee, he’d realize it is superior and give up this fruitless exercise.
I fix Ryan with a disbelieving look. “You brought me all the way to this café to show me coffee? We could have stopped and bought those figs.”
Ryan grins, plucking up his tiny cup. “Oh, babe. I brought you all the way to Italy to introduce you to real coffee.”
Wow, that’s rude and also dedicated. I’d expect nothing less from my husband. Well, there’s nothing for it. With a sigh, I pick up my cup, tapping it against his and sniffing the liquid. Again, not as gross as it usually smells. With a grimace, I sip. It is taking everything I have not to hold my nose as I do. I blink in surprise as the coffee warms down my throat. Hey, that’s not bad.
Ryan grins at the look of surprise on my face. “Not as bad as you thought it would be?”
“No. But that’s probably because it’s a million times better than the swill back home.”
“Duh, that’s why I brought you here before I got you to try it.”
“Fine, but I’m only having one.”
“I’ll take what I can get.”
Laughing, I sip my coffee, letting Ryan trace circles on my palm with his thumb. After this, we are getting those figs and stopping back at the villa to eat them on the balcony. Maybe Ryan can rub my feet. That’s my idea of heaven. I only have to battle my way through the hell that is this coffee first. My eyes catch Ryan’s twinkling blue ones. Ah, who am I kidding? I’d walk through hell every day to be with him. Totally worth it.

RYAN
Layla clutches her bag of figs to her chest like it’s an Olympic gold medal. She sure has fixated on them. I lead her through the villa to the balcony I found her on this morning, looking out over the vineyards as she sipped cold water. She looks fantastic as she sinks into the same seat, removing her straw fedora and flinging it back through the open door. Tuscany agrees with Layla. She’s practically glowing.
Dropping into the other chair, I laugh as Layla’s foot lands in my lap, a sure-fire way of her asking for a foot rub without even opening her mouth. Slipping off her sandal, I work the ball of her foot with my thumbs as she eagerly bites into a fig.
“Is it as good as you were imagining?” I tease. Layla doesn’t take the bait, tipping her head back, her eyes closed as she savors her fruit.
“Better.”
Well, I suppose that’s a good thing. “Better than your coffee?”
“Oh my stars, so much better. There isn’t even a comparison.”
Well, that’s just rude. “Come on. The coffee wasn’t that bad. You didn’t even turn your nose up at it.”
“It wasn’t that bad,” she agrees grudgingly. “It’s just not something I plan on drinking every day, even in Italy.”
“Not even a small cup?”
Tipping her head forward, Layla smiles at me, her head tilting to the side. I know that look. She’s planning something.
“And exactly how much coffee a day is a pregnant woman allowed to drink?”
Wh-what? My tongue has swollen in my dry mouth as I stare at her, my lips moving and absolutely no sound coming out. Layla watches me mimic a guppy with amusement, taking another bite of her fig.
“You’re pregnant?” I manage to splutter out, my brain still not fully computing. Slowly, Layla nods, shrugging and giving a little grimace.
“Sorry. Not much wine and coffee for me on this trip. A bit of a waste, really.”
I drop her foot, surging out of my seat to scoop her up and carry her inside. Layla shrieks, laughing as I set her down on the bed with infinite care.
“I’m pregnant, not breakable,” she scolds me. “And I’m only, like, just pregnant. Like nine weeks.”
Shaking my head in disbelief, I tug her striped linen maxi dress up, exposing her slightly rounded stomach. It’s barely different from normal. No wonder I didn’t notice anything. I pepper her stomach with kisses as Layla squeals with laughter, trying to shove my head away.
“What are you doing?”
“Kissing my wife and baby.”
“You’re such a sap.”
“Yeah, but I’m your sap, and you wouldn’t want me any other way.”
Layla holds my gaze, rolling her eyes, though her giggles somewhat ruin the gesture. “That’s very true.”
Lowering my face to her stomach again, I press another kiss right below her belly button. “This is the best vacation of my life.”
Layla grins, but it’s a little absent. Oh, right, she’s here in Tuscany, in the middle of a working vineyard, and she can’t drink any wine. Maybe it’s not the best vacation of her life. I grin back at her, waggling my eyebrows.
“I’ll bring you back next year so you can enjoy it too.”
Well, when I make that promise, she reaches for me eagerly. I chuckle as I slide up her body, my lips tickling her ear.
“Are you going to be a good girl?”
“You know I am.”

The End.

Read Hold My Heart Today

Beau and Nic - Bonus Content

3/1/2024

Photo by Ryan Spencer on Unsplash

BEAUMONT
My eyes drink in the sight of my gorgeous wife picking her way across the polished deck. A gust of wind blows her flimsy wrap up, exposing miles of tanned, shapely legs that have my mouth dry. She ignores the flapping wrap, laughing as she grabs at her oversized sunhat. She drops onto the sun lounger beside me, stretching out and reaching eagerly for the fruity cocktail that has recently been delivered.
            “How is Granny?” I ask. Nic glances over at me, dropping her oversized sunglasses down her nose so we are locking eyes.
            “She asked if I was pregnant yet,” Nic deadpans. I choke on my cocktail, earning a mischievous laugh from my wife.
            “We’ve been here for two days!”
            “Hey! The woman managed to get a marriage promise out of you after a few hours. I think she’s trying to plant the seed of suggestion.”
            My eyes drop to those gorgeous legs again. “I don’t mind the trying.”
            Laughing, Nic rolls her eyes, reaching for her cocktail. “You just like the idea of me not working in a school anymore.”
            I grin, tapping my glass against the side of hers, holding my tongue. Nic is still teaching Kindergarten at Bay Area Elementary, but she’s right. I would prefer her not to work in a school. I can’t go through that shit again, and I don’t want her to have to live through it. One lockdown and bomb scare was more than enough for my heart.
            Nic purses her lips, lowering her glasses to study me. “And what would you have me doing, instead of teaching?”
            I shrug, sipping my drink. “Come work for Haven Publishing.”
            “And do what?”
            “Whatever you want. Head up our cozy mysteries staff. Start a charity arm organizing events to give free books to kids and do library readings.”
            I’m throwing out options off the top of my head, but I can see that last one intrigues her, so lean into it.
            “We could work out an annual budget for you. You’d still get to help kids, but you’d get to work with me every day. It’s the best of both worlds.”
            “Maybe….” Nic sounds pensive, sliding her glasses back on and turning her eyes to the stunning blue Aegean Sea. I let her sit and think. Soaking up the sun’s rays, I watch her out of the corner of my eye. I have no idea how I got so lucky, but I’m glad I did. This is the life. Greece, cocktails, sun, sea… Nic. I can’t think of anything better.
            Well… my eyes slide over her legs again, and I picture them wrapped around my head as she writhes on the king-sized bed in our spacious bedroom here on the yacht, I can think of one thing better. Maybe when she’s finished her cocktail, I’ll suggest it.

NICOLA
Tracing slow circles on Beau’s chest, the white sheets settled over our lower halves, I sigh with contentment. The man sure knows how to use his tongue.
            “What are you thinking about?” Beau’s voice rumbles above my head as his hand comes up, his fingers closing around mine, stopping the circles. I lift my head, propping my chin on his pec as I look up at him.
            “Were you serious about the Haven Publishing charity arm thing?”
Beau would be within his rights to grin and crow – after all, me not working in a school is exactly what he wants – but he doesn’t, looking thoughtful and nodding.
“I was serious. I think you’d be amazing at it, and it would be a fantastic promotion for Haven Publishing, while still helping kids and libraries.”
            “And you think your uncle would back you to the board to find the funds for it?”
            Again, Beau looks thoughtful. “I think if we drafted up an amazing proposal, he would eat it up.”
            “And it wouldn’t be too hard on the budget?”
            Beau snorts, rolling his eyes as he toys with my wedding and engagement rings.
            “Babe, the profit margin for Haven Publishing is obscene. It wouldn’t even make a dent.”
            Well, when he puts it that way…. “I think I like the idea.”
            Beau’s grin flashes across his face as he rolls on top of me, his thighs nudging mine apart.
            “I more than like it,” he breathes, kissing his way down my neck, his lips closing around one of my nipples as his cock slips inside me, moving slowly. My fingers thread through his hair, my mouth falling open on a sigh as my head tips back.
            “You’d be in the office almost every day. I think I’ll get them to make some structural alterations. I want you next door to me, with an adjoining door. Then, I could do this all day, every day, whenever I felt like it.”
            I moan, sliding my legs up the outside of his. Okay, I’ve never really thought about having sex at work – mainly because I have always worked in schools, with kids – but now I’m thinking about it, it seems like a fantastic idea. Lifting my hips lazily in time with Beau’s slow thrusts, I cling to him, sighing as my nipple slips from his mouth, but mewling when he shows the other one some love.
            “I could definitely get on board with that,” I gasp. The yacht rocks gently on the waves as I lose myself to the sensations of Beau’s mouth, fingers, and cock. A honeymoon sailing around the Aegean Sea, a possible new job, and Beau all day, every day? Moving into his house in Seattle is the best thing I ever did.
            I come with a gasp, slumping back on the bed as Beau lifts his head, grinning at me. “Let’s see if we can get two more orgasms out of you before dinner.”
            I giggle, cutting off into a moan as Beau lowers his head again, still thrusting, his teeth nipping at my tender flesh. Two more orgasms sound good. The perfect way to prepare for dinner out on the deck, looking over the water and back at the stunning view of Santorini. Beau’s fingers find my clit, and I’m not thinking of dinner, or work plans, or anything, I’m too busy losing myself in my gorgeous husband. How did I get so lucky?

The End.

Read Stay With Me Today

Playlist - Stay With Me

3/1/2024

SPOTIFY PLAYLIST LINK

READ STAY WITH ME NOW

Max & Sam - Bonus Content

2/2/2024

Photo by Steven Van Elk on Unsplash

MAXWELL
The cheers follow us out of the room, but all I can hear is Sam’s low, throaty voice, tinged with excitement. “Uh, where are we going? It’s not time to leave yet.”
“We’ll go back.” Not for a while, and maybe not looking the same, but… eventually.
Sam giggles as I drag her into the elevator. There is another couple in there, who share a knowing glance and slip out. Sam’s face flames and she calls after them, “You don’t need to leave, really!”
“Enjoy yourselves!” the woman calls back, while the man lets out a piercing wolf whistle. Sam’s cheeks are cherry red, but I share a wink with the guy as the doors close between us. Finally, a moment alone. I tug Sam into my arms, lowering my head to tease her lips with my tongue. As much as I’d love nothing more than to get on my knees and get my head under her floaty dress, these things have cameras, and I have no intention of giving anyone a story to sell to the press.
A ding alerts us to the fact that we’ve reached the top floor. I reluctantly lift my head, scooping Sam up and carrying her out of the elevator, in search of the honeymoon penthouse suite. It’s where both Timmy and David spent their wedding nights – and they’ve both happily knocked up their wives, so it’s clearly a good luck charm. Shrieking as her feet leave the ground, Sam clings to my shoulders, wrapping her arms around my neck.
            “What the hell are you doing? You’re crazy.”
            “Carrying my wife over the threshold.” Isn’t it obvious? Sam pouts, frowning at me.
            “You said we’d go back down.”
            “We will. But it doesn’t count if I carry you over the threshold the second time.”
She rolls her eyes, but obviously sees sense, because she falls silent, craning her neck to see when I manage to extract the keycard from my pocket. Sam watches me fumble a few times before giggling.
            “Give it here, genius.”
I poke my tongue out at her, but surrender the keycard, holding her tightly as she unlocks the door, and I shove it open with my shoulder and hip.
            “Ohh, fancy.” Sam’s eyes are wide as I carry her inside. They’ve done a rose petal trail to the bed, which is also covered in red rose petals, with candles lit around the room, and a bottle of champagne chilling. Hmm, maybe we won’t be going back downstairs. Hell, we could FaceTime to say goodbye to everyone, surely.
            I set Sam down, waggling my eyebrows expectantly. She arches a brow at me. “What?”
            “I would like to see my surprise under your dress, please.”
            Giggling again, Sam rolls her eyes, turning as she holds her hair out of the way, exposing the back of her dress. “You’ll need to unzip me.”
            I don’t need to be told twice, hurrying across the room to her, my lips tease her bare shoulder blades as I unzip the dress, holding it as Sam steps out of it. My breath catches as she slowly turns around, the flickering candlelight caressing her like a glorious bath. My tongue darts out to wet my now dry lips. Fuck me. Getting married is amazing. I highly recommend it. We should do it every month.
            Sam smolders at me, standing in nothing but a blush pink strapless corset that matches the color of her dress. My gaze trails down, my mouth drying up again. The corset flows into barely there, see-through lace panties, offering a tempting glance of her bare pussy, and matching garter belt holding up her stockings, her long, slender legs finishing in strappy stilettos. I’ve died and gone to heaven. Officially.
            “You’re the most stunning person in the fucking world, babe,” I breathe. Sam smiles, her eyes hooded as she strikes a pose.
“Can I put my dress back on and we go back downstairs to our guests now?”
What? No! My eyes tear away from her tantalizing pussy, flying back up to her grinning face. My words are almost a whimper, torn from me. “You can’t show me the most amazing sight I’ve ever seen and then take it away from me. That’s against the Geneva Conventions.”
Sam’s eyebrows shoot up, but I think my reasoning impresses her a little bit. “The Geneva Convention. You think it has a whole section related to being a cock tease?”
            “No. I think it has a whole section on cruel and unusual torture.”
            Sam rolls her eyes, making sure her dress is carefully laid over the back of the couch, and disappears into the bathroom. No. I wasn’t done looking at her! Where’s she gone? Thankfully, she appears quickly, tying her hair back in a barrette. Okay, that’s an idea I can get behind. Finally, she sits carefully down on the bed, stretching her legs out, leaning back on her wrists and pouting sultrily at me. My tongue darts out to wet my lips again as she spreads her legs, the barely there lace not moving as her pussy lips spread, displaying the treasure there to me.
            “It’s all yours, Max.” Her throaty voice is back, my cock throbbing painfully in my trousers. I kick off my shoes, losing my belt, socks, and tie before I land on my knees in front of my gorgeous wife.
“Fuck yeah, it’s all mine.”
Tearing her panties off, I discard them on the floor, my fingers spreading her pussy lips further as I lean in, delving into my prize. My tongue laps at her folds, licking up to flicker at her clit as I eagerly shove two fingers into her now dripping pussy.
“Max!” she squeals, her fingers digging into my hair as she curls her body forward, holding my head right where she wants it. That’s it, babe. Come for me. I did promise we would go back to our guests, so I’ll have to take my time later. I’ve booked our month-long Caribbean honeymoon, so I’m going to take my time a lot.
I suck Sam’s clit into my mouth, nibbling it and she squeals again, her fingers tightening in my hair as her pussy grips my fingers, fluttering as she comes with a gush. She slumps back on her wrists, her glorious chest heavy as I rock back to sit on my heels, slowly sucking her tasty juices off my fingers. Our eyes burn together as I stand, releasing my aching cock, and flipping Sam over until she’s on her hands and knees, in her stunning lingerie, amid the white sheets and rose petals.
I eye her ponytail thoughtfully. Yeah, I can work with that. Gripping her ass, I position my dick at her dripping entrance and reach forward, my hand wrapping around her ponytail. I slam balls deep into her pussy at the same time I tug her ponytail back toward me. Sam squeals again, her pussy pulsing tightly around my cock as she moans.
            “Fuck, Max! Do that again.”
            “Happy to oblige, babe.”
            I keep my hold tightly on her ponytail, keeping her head tipped back as I hammer into her. After the glorious feast I just had, I’m not going to last. Thankfully, neither is Sam. Her pussy is fluttering again, and she comes, hard, right as I tip over the edge, slamming into her a final time.
I slump over her, my lips trailing the back of her neck. “You’re amazing, babe.”
“That was amazing,” Sam gasps, moaning a little as I slip out of her, my hand releasing the hold on her ponytail. She’s a little wobbly-kneed as we climb off the bed, but heads straight into the bathroom. “Get dressed! We need to get back downstairs.”
            Seriously? Ah well, we ditched our guests, and if we go back downstairs, we get to come up again, and I get to have two wedding nights. What more could a man ask for? Sam emerges, her hair billowing again, her makeup fixed, still dressed in her lingerie, minus her torn panties, that are lying on the floor in a tiny heap of lace. She steps back into her dress, holding it against her tits as she smiles over her shoulder.
            “Can you zip me up?”
            I wet my lips – dry again. “You’re not wearing any panties.”
            “I didn’t bring a second pair. Hurry. I want to make sure no one has left before we can say goodbye.”
Fuck. Me. This is the best night of my life. I zip up Sam’s dress, sneaking in another kiss to the back of her neck and stepping away. She grins, leading me out the door as my eyes are glued to the floaty skirts of her dress. She’s completely bare under there. Best. Night. Ever.

SAMANTHA
It feels naughty to be making our way back down to our guests, having just had wildly hot sex – my scalp is still tingling, as are my lady bits – and wearing no panties. I’ve walked away from Max a few times with no panties on. But that was to go back to my hotel room, not to return to a room full of family and friends to smile, and laugh, and drink.
Max’s eyes are burning into me whenever I catch his gaze. Hell, I feel crazy powerful right now. He takes my hand, tugging me against him as the elevator takes us back down to the ballroom. His lips are tickling my ear as he breathes a long, dirty list of everything he’s going to do to me and my body, tonight, and the entire month-long honeymoon he has planned. My pussy clenches and by the time we walk out of the elevator, I’m so slick between my thighs it’s like a water park. Maybe this wasn’t the best plan I’ve ever had.
My thoughts are taken off Max’s naughty words as we slip back into the ballroom to more cheers than when we left. Max immediately snags two flutes of champagne off a waitress, handing me one and swatting my ass as he strolls away with a wink. I glare after him but flash a smile as Ani approaches. She waves a hovering David off. He leaves, but mutinously, his gaze never leaving her as he joins his cousins, who are all drinking whiskey and laughing.
I follow Ani to where Angie Westerhaven – Timothy’s heavily pregnant wife – is seated at their table, sipping on a glass of water.
“Not long to go now,” Ani tells her cheerfully. Angie sighs, rubbing her protruding belly.
“I can’t wait. The heartburn is rough.”
I wince as I take my seat. I’ve never had heartburn before, but I’ve heard it’s bad. “When are you due?”
“Two more months.” Angie sighs again, rolling her neck. “Nine months is way too long.”
Ani is cradling her barely there bump. “Don’t tell me that.”
Angie laughs, taking another sip. She eyes me speculatively. “I heard a month in the Caribbean awaits.”
I make a face. “I know this probably sounds bad, but I don’t know if I can do a month of vacationing.”
Ani shakes her head, wrinkling her nose. “You two are crazy. I would live on vacation six months of the year if I could.”
Laughing, Angie nods to me. “A year ago, I was with you. But Tim has taught me a thing or two about relaxing and taking a vacation and I have to say, I’m a convert.”
“Where did you take your honeymoon?”
“Florence, and Paris. It was amazing,” Angie smiles dreamily. I turn to Ani, who flashes me a grin.
“The South of France to look at art galleries.”
“Those both sound amazing.”
“So does lying on a yacht or beach in the Caribbean,” Ani reminds me. True. It sounds nice. Mom crosses to me, taking a seat and drawing my hand into her lap.
            “Happy, Sammie?”
            “More than I’ve ever been.”
            “Me too. I expect you to learn properly how to relax and enjoy yourself. Our Christmas LA trip is going to be even more amazing if Max has already done all the hard work to get you ready for it.”
Rolling my eyes at her, I lean my head against her shoulder, my eyes finding my husband, where he laughs with his twin and cousins. Sharon has joined us, and she, Mom, Ani and Angie are discussing a possible Christmas party here in Chicago. I smile to myself. Before I went to New York to fight that lawsuit, I had no friends, no family but Mom, and a life that was work and little else. Now I have a full, large, loving family, Ani lives in New York, so I can see we’re going to be firm friends, and Angie and I have already exchanged WhatsApp details. Max might have filled my life, but everyone he has brought with him has definitely made it complete.
            Meeting Max was the best thing that ever happened to me. My eyes meet his burning hot ones and I smile lazily, even though my pussy clenches. I’m looking forward to tonight, the next month, and hell, the rest of my life. It’s going to be amazing.

The End.

READ LOVE ME WELL NOW

Playlist - Love Me Well

2/2/2024

SPOTIFY PLAYLIST LINK

READ LOVE ME WELL NOW

David & Ani - Bonus Content

1/5/2024

Photo by Nick Karvounis on Unsplash

ANICA
Sighing contentedly, I fold my arms on the windowsill, resting my chin on top of them. Spring in the South of France is amazing. My eyes move back to the fancy train carriage, where David is lounging on the seat across from me, reading a creased paperback. The Great Gatsby.
            “Your favorite book?” I tease him, still remembering our clash when I pushed that first week about his favorite color.
            David looks up from the page, a half-smile playing across his full lips. “I read it at least once a year.”
            “Seriously?”
            “Yes. Surprised?”
            Am I? Honestly? Jazz, the suits he likes wearing, how much of a gentleman he is unconsciously. “No. It suits you.”
            He closes the book, sitting up in his seat, eyeing me with intrigue. “If you had known it, would you have done the Haven Property design differently?”
            I purse my lips, studying him carefully. He’s not in a suit at the moment, wearing jeans and a polo shirt. He looks relaxed. More relaxed than he ever looked in New York.
            “No. I think I captured that aspect of your personality.”
            David grins, vaulting out of his seat to drop on mine, tugging me into his lap and teasing my temple with his lips.
            “You know my personality better than anyone else on earth.”
            My cheeks flood with heat. That’s so sweet. I don’t know how true it is, but it’s a nice idea. My eyes find the green landscape rolling past us. “Why the South of France?”
            “Why not? I asked where you wanted to go on our honeymoon, and you said I could pick wherever.”
            “Yes, but why did you pick here?”
            “Because they have some of the loveliest art galleries in the world, and I want to show them to you.”
            My heart thuds in my chest. “That’s so incredibly sweet.”
            “Don’t tell anyone. I don’t want to ruin my reputation as a complete asshole back in New York.”
            “Your secret is safe with me.”
            David chuckles, his lips finding mine. “Did you want to fuck me here in this seat with the wind tangling in your hair?”
            My heart isn’t the only thing pulsing now. Oh my. Yes, please. My arms slide around his neck, and I twist in his lap, shifting until I’m straddling him.
            “That’s what I’m talking about,” he murmurs appreciatively against my lips, his hands kneading my ass. I’m glad I’m wearing a sundress. It will make things easier.
            David’s fingers skate up my thighs, under my dress, raising goosebumps as I grind down on him.
            “I need to be inside you, sweetheart,” David pants against my mouth. I won’t argue with that.
            “Please.”
            I set my knees on the plush seat on either side of David’s thighs, lifting off him slightly. With a groan, David releases his cock, shoving my panties aside and stroking my folds. The sun is shining in through the window, and the lovely breeze is ruffling my hair. This is heaven. His hand grips my hip, guiding me down until he is fully sheathed. I sigh against his lips, rocking my hips gently. No, now this is heaven.
            “That’s it, sweetheart. Ride me.”
            I don’t need to be told twice. Sliding my fingers through David’s thick, tousled hair, I find my rhythm, breaking our kiss so I can press my forehead against his. Our eyes burn together as I bounce on his cock, chasing my release. David’s hand cups my cheek, his thumb stroking softly as I pant and gasp.
            “You’re so fucking beautiful, Ani. Did you know that?”
            I don’t know if that’s true, but the fierce way he says it, with his eyes shining into mine, I almost believe it. My inner muscles clench and I come, unable to fight the look on David’s face and his intoxicating words.
            “I love you, David.”
            “I love you, Ani. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”
            Now look who's stealing my lines.

DAVID
Ani dances across the hotel room, a strawberry in one hand, and a glass of champagne in the other. She’s wearing my polo shirt, and nothing else. She’s an absolute vision.
            With a giggle, she settles down on the bed beside me, popping the rest of the strawberry into her mouth, and chasing it down with some bubbles.
            “Thank you for bringing me here. The art is out of this world.”
            Outside our hotel room, Nice is shutting down for the night. My arms snake around Ani’s waist, anchoring her to me.
            “What do you think Tim and Angie will call their baby?” Ani asks. I grin, nuzzling her neck with my nose. Tim told me the morning after the wedding that Angie is due in October. I still can’t wrap my head around the idea of Timmy being a dad, or me being an uncle.
            “They’ll name him William if he’s a boy.”
            “After your uncle? That’s sweet.”
            “It’s very Timmy. And Angie, actually.”
            I lean back, stroking Ani’s hair out of her face as she sips her glass of champagne, watching me.
            “What?” she laughs, setting her glass down on the nightstand beside her and turning back to me.
            “Have you thought about kids?”
            Ani frowns, her lips twitching. She fidgets with the hem of the polo shirt. “Thought what about them?”
            “Whether you’d like them?”
            “Oh.” Ani’s frown clears, and her cheeks flame. I trail my thumb over one, feeling the heat against my flesh. “I mean… I guess… I hadn’t… what are your thoughts?”
            “That you’re cute when you’re flustered.”
            Ani scoffs, slapping my bare chest with her open palm.
            “Uh, ouch.”
            “Man up.”
            “Stop distracting me. We were having a serious conversation.”
            Ani’s giggles disappear and she eyes me carefully. “And what was your answer?”
            My answer to what my thoughts are about kids? “I want to have kids with you.”
            “Oh.” She flushes again, looking adorably pleased. “Uh, when? I mean… what’s your timeline?”
            My hand drops to her stomach, smoothing over it. “I want my kids to be close in age to Timmy’s. Like all us cousins are.”
            There is silence as Ani stares at me, her lips slightly parted. I hold my breath. Shit. I didn’t realize until right now how important this is to me. What if she doesn’t agree? Ani wiggles out of my arms and my heart thuds in my chest. Fuck. My mind goes blank as Ani strips the polo shirt over her head, letting it flutter to the ground as she eyes me, completely naked.
            “We’d better get trying then.”
            I growl, launching myself at her. Ani giggles, as she tumbles back, and I land on top of her, my lips finding hers. I know that she is on birth control, so having sex right now won’t have any effect on a pregnancy, but there’s no harm in practicing.
            Ani moans as my fingers slick through her folds, entering her, my lips teasing her throat. Maybe, if I try really hard – and we visit a doctor while we’re over here – I’ll have her pregnant before we return to New York next month. I’ll certainly do my best.

The End.

READ NEVER LET ME GO NOW