respond arrogantly, “Hell yes. Now I get to fuck a Yankee. A hot Yankee.”
“I’m not sure I can rise to the occasion again. You’ve drained me.”
Choosing not to respond, I instead resort to my best line of offense. He can’t resist when I shamelessly rub myself on him while sucking on his neck. Instantly, he comes to life, thrusting into me with purpose. He grips my ass with both hands, manipulating my hips to our advantage. It’s not long before he brings me toward a delicious orgasm and follows with a second of his own.
I collapse against him, exhausted from all my hard work. He removes his hat and places it on my head. “Was that my signing bonus?”
Without moving, I mumble into his neck, “First of many to come.”
He wraps his arms around me, drawing lazy circles on my back. I could fall asleep without question. After a few minutes, he asks, “Want to shower with me?”
“Mmm, I’ll be ready for more real soon. We’ll screw in the shower next, I promise,” I murmur against his chest. His warm skin against my cheek feels so good. I would love to stay here in this room all night long and alternate between napping and screwing.
He chuckles at my response. “No, baby. I meant literally. We need to get ready for dinner.”
“Mmm, okay.”
“Baby, are you falling asleep?”
“Just a tiny nap,” I plead, refusing to move.
“My parents will be knocking on that door very soon,” he threatens.
Rising quickly, I blurt out, “Okay, I’m up,” causing him to laugh.
“I knew that would move your ass.” He stands as well and holds out a hand. “Come, let’s shower and then we’ll get dressed. Although, I like what you have on now.”
I glance down at my naked body. “That would make headlines.”
“Good point.” He removes the hat and adds, “Promise me you’ll wear this hat and nothing else when I fuck you later.”
“If you promise the same.”
“Deal.”
We ended up screwing in the shower.
“Now we’re late!” I scold him as I rush to get ready.
“We’re fine. We have at least four minutes.” He sits on the edge of the bed, ties his shoes, and announces, “Okay, I’m done.”
“Shut it.” With a huff, I turn my back on him to blow-dry my sopping wet hair. Deciding it’s easier to put it up in a bun, that saves me two of my four minutes.
Quint zips my dress up just as we hear a soft knock on the door.
“You panic for no reason. You’re done right on time.”
“No thanks to you.” As I check my face one last time, Quint turns to open the door for his parents.
“Quint!” His mom throws her arms around her son, squeezing him for dear life. “I am so proud of you!” When she pulls away, tears roll down her cheeks even though she’s smiling from ear to ear. She doesn’t even bother to wipe them away.
“Thanks, Mom,” he says as he pulls her in for another hug. Over his shoulder, she sees me across the room.
“Oh Annie, look how pretty you are.” Instantly, she strides toward me and gifts me with a strong hug of my own. “You and my son will make gorgeous babies.”
“Mrs. Lawson, you’re making me blush,” I tease.
“When will you call me Mom? I know you have a wonderful mom, but I don’t think my best friend would mind you calling me Mom as well,” she pleads her case with a smile.
“You’ve been Mr. and Mrs. Lawson my entire life.”
“You can’t call us that after you become our daughter-in-law. It’s not allowed.”
I can’t help but laugh at her serious expression. “Fine. I promise once we’re married, I’ll call you Mom.”
“Yay.” She claps enthusiastically. Charlotte Lawson is my second mother. She is a warm, kind woman who would do anything for those she loves. I’m very lucky to have both her and her husband in my life.
“Stop bothering Annie, and let’s go. I’m starving,” Mr. Lawson grumbles. “We’ll take a cab. I intend to have a celebratory drink tonight.”
Quint and I grab our jackets, and it
“I’m not sure I can rise to the occasion again. You’ve drained me.”
Choosing not to respond, I instead resort to my best line of offense. He can’t resist when I shamelessly rub myself on him while sucking on his neck. Instantly, he comes to life, thrusting into me with purpose. He grips my ass with both hands, manipulating my hips to our advantage. It’s not long before he brings me toward a delicious orgasm and follows with a second of his own.
I collapse against him, exhausted from all my hard work. He removes his hat and places it on my head. “Was that my signing bonus?”
Without moving, I mumble into his neck, “First of many to come.”
He wraps his arms around me, drawing lazy circles on my back. I could fall asleep without question. After a few minutes, he asks, “Want to shower with me?”
“Mmm, I’ll be ready for more real soon. We’ll screw in the shower next, I promise,” I murmur against his chest. His warm skin against my cheek feels so good. I would love to stay here in this room all night long and alternate between napping and screwing.
He chuckles at my response. “No, baby. I meant literally. We need to get ready for dinner.”
“Mmm, okay.”
“Baby, are you falling asleep?”
“Just a tiny nap,” I plead, refusing to move.
“My parents will be knocking on that door very soon,” he threatens.
Rising quickly, I blurt out, “Okay, I’m up,” causing him to laugh.
“I knew that would move your ass.” He stands as well and holds out a hand. “Come, let’s shower and then we’ll get dressed. Although, I like what you have on now.”
I glance down at my naked body. “That would make headlines.”
“Good point.” He removes the hat and adds, “Promise me you’ll wear this hat and nothing else when I fuck you later.”
“If you promise the same.”
“Deal.”
We ended up screwing in the shower.
“Now we’re late!” I scold him as I rush to get ready.
“We’re fine. We have at least four minutes.” He sits on the edge of the bed, ties his shoes, and announces, “Okay, I’m done.”
“Shut it.” With a huff, I turn my back on him to blow-dry my sopping wet hair. Deciding it’s easier to put it up in a bun, that saves me two of my four minutes.
Quint zips my dress up just as we hear a soft knock on the door.
“You panic for no reason. You’re done right on time.”
“No thanks to you.” As I check my face one last time, Quint turns to open the door for his parents.
“Quint!” His mom throws her arms around her son, squeezing him for dear life. “I am so proud of you!” When she pulls away, tears roll down her cheeks even though she’s smiling from ear to ear. She doesn’t even bother to wipe them away.
“Thanks, Mom,” he says as he pulls her in for another hug. Over his shoulder, she sees me across the room.
“Oh Annie, look how pretty you are.” Instantly, she strides toward me and gifts me with a strong hug of my own. “You and my son will make gorgeous babies.”
“Mrs. Lawson, you’re making me blush,” I tease.
“When will you call me Mom? I know you have a wonderful mom, but I don’t think my best friend would mind you calling me Mom as well,” she pleads her case with a smile.
“You’ve been Mr. and Mrs. Lawson my entire life.”
“You can’t call us that after you become our daughter-in-law. It’s not allowed.”
I can’t help but laugh at her serious expression. “Fine. I promise once we’re married, I’ll call you Mom.”
“Yay.” She claps enthusiastically. Charlotte Lawson is my second mother. She is a warm, kind woman who would do anything for those she loves. I’m very lucky to have both her and her husband in my life.
“Stop bothering Annie, and let’s go. I’m starving,” Mr. Lawson grumbles. “We’ll take a cab. I intend to have a celebratory drink tonight.”
Quint and I grab our jackets, and it
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