Page 10 of Pleasure Lessons

RHETT

One year later…

Clang, clang, clang. Hammer against nail. Sweat drips down my face, and the sun burns hot against my bare back. I’ve been working all day, and my body is on fire, but nothing compares to the heat that rips through me when I see her .

Cassandra, my wife.

My angel steps barefoot out of the little white farmhouse we’ve been fixing up together, here in the gorgeous hills of Virginia. Her belly is nice and round with our baby, and her tits are stretching the fabric of her shirt to its limit. She’s gained at least a cup size over the last eight months.

She’s holding a glass of lemonade as she walks toward me and smiles in a way that lights me up inside. Every time she looks at me or lets out a cute little giggle, I feel like the luckiest man in the world.

I toss my hammer aside and go over to her and sweep her into my arms. I may be sweaty, but I know she loves it. She loves it when I’m a raw man for her–in more ways than one.

The thing that really gets me is the fact that she chose me.

Not for my wealth or a big estate filled with gadgets and gold.

But for me .

She chose a man who would tear the world apart to keep her safe. She loves me for me, and I love her for her. And nothing will ever change that.

“You better take a break or you’ll get heat stroke,” she scolds me with a smile, handing me the lemonade. I reach for it but don’t take it. I take her.

I lift her effortlessly into my arms and hold her against my chest, inhaling her scent.

Somehow, I think she smells even more attractive the deeper into her pregnancy that she gets.

She giggles, kicking her feet, and holds the glass so as not to spill it.

Her breasts are soft against me, and her belly fills me with joy of the life we’ll soon welcome into the world.

I carry her into the shade beneath the porch and lie her down on the cushion of the porch swing. Its chain snapped yesterday, and I haven’t been able to fix it yet on account of working on the new tennis court I’m building for us by hand.

“You didn’t even drink the lemonade,” she says, giving me a fake-pouty face. I smile and lean in for a kiss.

“You taste sweeter.”

She giggles against my kiss and smacks me on the shoulder. “Rhett! Try it! I made it by hand just for you! It has mint in it!”

“Okay, okay,” I chuckle, pretending to groan as I lift the glass to my lips. I take a deep gulp and smile. “You’ve done it again, baby. It’s delicious.”

“Sweeter than me?” she teases.

I shake my head. “Not even close.”

I lean in and kiss her hungrily, slipping my hand up her shirt to cup her healthy breast. It won’t be long now before she’s nursing our first child, and seeing her like this–a mom-to-be–has me hornier than ever. I just cannot keep myself off her. And she loves it.

It’s hard to believe it’s been a year since I broke down that door to rescue her.

One year since I dropped Arthur, since she slapped Clarisse, and we ran off through the woods like fugitives.

One year since she threw away that awful ring and let me place mine on her finger.

It may not be as big or as expensive, but it’s tasteful, and filled with love.

Our cabin is small, but it’s ours, and every day that goes by is a day we fill it with more memories.

The front yard is a growing garden of beautiful flowers that Cassandra planted, and out back is the tennis court I’m working on.

I rebuilt the kitchen, put down new hardwood floors, and all because I love her.

Because she deserves it–she deserves everything .

“You’re so sweaty,” my angel whispers, wiping my face with her sleeve.

“And you’re glowing,” I counter.

Her nipple is hard against my palm, and my cock pulses beneath my jeans. I slip my hand down and tug her shorts over her hips. She’s not wearing any underwear, and I’m instantly hard as a steel rod.

“Just can’t keep your hands off me, can you?” she asks, eyes gleaming. I tug my fly open, letting my hard-on slap down on her mound. Her body twitches. She giggles.

“Not just my hands.” I grin as I push inside her.

I love watching her face when I first spread her open. Even after a year of her taking my massive girth, her pussy is as tight as the first time I fucked her. And she’s soaking wet for me.

I feel her walls stretch to accept my shaft as I lift her shirt up and expose her perfect breasts.

A gasp escapes her mouth as I lean down and take her nipple between my lips, circling it with my tongue.

She runs her hands over my back as I move to her other breast, tenderly teasing her as I rut deep, hitting all the spots that I know drive her crazy.

“Rhett…” she whimpers, mewling my name as I pick up the pace. The wood of the porch creaks with each thrust as I pound her. My wife. My love. The future mother of my children. My forever.

“Good girl,” I say softly into her ear. “You take it just right.”

“Just like you taught me,” she says proudly. “Do I please you, Daddy?”

I grin, dragging my teeth gently across the soft skin of her neck. “You know you do, angel. You’re my everything.”

There’s nothing better than seeing her face light up at my praise, except maybe watching it twist with delight when I make her come. Which is next on my agenda.

I sit back on my feet and snatch her by the hips, giving me all the leverage I need to pound her hard. Her breasts rock with each thrust, and she gasps, her slick dripping down my balls as her excitement grows.

Her pregnant belly is gorgeous. She’s all curves now–curves that drive me wild every time I look at her. I run my hand over her maternal mound, feeling her pussy start to clench down on me.

I reach forward and slip my thumb into her mouth, pressing down against her tongue. She sucks obediently, wetting it perfectly. She knows what’s coming next, and the blaze in her eyes shows just how excited she is.

Her back arches up as I press down on her clit.

I can practically see the shock of sensation that runs through her as I move back and forth, short circles just like she likes it.

She moans my name again, and her eyes close as she starts to get lost in the waves of pleasure that I exist to provide for her.

“That’s it, angel,” I coax her gently. “Come for Daddy. Let me feel that pussy come.”

My balls tighten. I’m getting close too. We normally make love for a long time–really lose ourselves sin each other. But this is just one of our midday quickies. We both have things to do today, but neither of us can keep our desires at bay.

I plunge in and out of her, my heart racing, the walls of her sweet little cunt gripping me like a clenched fist. No one had her before me. She was mine first, and she will always be mine.

She moans faster. I watch as her body goes tense and she tilts her head back. She’s close.

“You gonna come for Daddy?” I ask her. All she can do is nod and moan. I lean down and drive deep , buying my entirety inside her. My balls slap against her ass as I give her all I’ve got.

She’s so cute. Still shy sometimes, even after a year of going at each other non-stop. She’s sexy and adorable at the same time.

“Come for me,” I tell her. She loves it when I instruct her–tell her what to do. “Let me feel it.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she mewls, her voice trembling as the orgasm rocks her.

It’s such a sight to behold. Such beauty. Her breasts shake, her body quivers, her back arches up off the cushions, and her jaw hangs open, not a single sound escaping her gorgeous lips as her pussy clamps down on my cock.

I go off at the same time, spraying a hefty load of my seed into her hole. Each pulse causes her body to shake. My jaw clamps shut as I grab her tits tightly and press my lips to her throat.

We come together, wrapped in mutual bliss. Me and my angel. My innocent darling. My forever.

As we come down, Cassandra finally lets out her breath that she’s been holding and smiles. “That was incredible.”

“It always is,” I say. I’m just about to move when I feel a little jolt beneath me. I press a hand to her belly. “Did the baby kick again?”

She nods, absolutely beaming. “I think he likes hearing your voice. Whenever you start going on a tangent about how one of your tools isn’t working, he starts doing backflips.”

I chuckle and rub her stomach reverently. “That’s my boy. Already fiery.”

“Yeah, you’re happy about that now,” she laughs. “Just wait until he’s running through the house breaking all the things you made.”

“Then we’ll have another who will help him fix them!” I tease. “And another, and another, and another, until I have to build an addition to fit them all in.”

My wife’s eyes go dreamy. “Are you serious?”

I cup her face and gaze directly into her eyes. “I want as many babies as you will give me, angel.”

Tears glisten in her eyes. Sometimes, when I talk to her like this, she still looks at me like she can’t believe I’m real.

But I am. And I’m not going anywhere.

“So, let me ask you something,” she says softly, the edge of her lip twisting up.

“What’s that?”

“Did I learn how to please a man?”

I laugh and kiss her deeply before pulling back to stare into her eyes. “Angel, you please me just by existing. But if you want to keep doing what we just did so I can analyze your…abilities…?”

She cocks her head to the side. “You’d be happy to do that?”

“ More than happy,” I smirk, kissing her again.

I just came, but I’m still hard inside her. I have work to get done, but it can wait. We can get in another round before I head back to the court.

I grab her by the waist and roll her on top of me, guiding her up and down with both hands, showing her just how to ride my sensitive cock. Her gorgeous eyes gleam down at me, and our lips meet in a desperately hungry kiss, the kind of kiss that makes me forget the rest of the world exists.

There was no life before Cassandra. I don’t even remember who I was before we met.

She rubs her nakedness all over my sweaty body, fawning over my muscles with her fingertips.

I may be messy. Life may be messy and imperfect. But Cassandra is mine. And every single day, we prove to each other just how much we belong together.

Now and forever.

THE END

Breaking Her In

(A cowboy bully age-gap instalove forbidden romance)

Her daddy told me to stay away from her. But one look at Lena, and I knew I was screwed.

She’s all grown up now—long legs, a sassy mouth, and fire in her eyes. When she's sent to the ranch, it’s my job to keep her in line. Teach her some discipline…not put my filthy cowboy hands on her.

She doesn’t understand why I keep my distance. Why I clench my fists every time she sways those hips. Why I walk away instead of pinning her to the barn wall and showing her who she belongs to.

It’s not because I don’t want her.

It’s because I want her too much.

Not for a night. Not for a taste.

Forever.

If I take her now, there’s no undoing it.

And when her father finds out, all hell’s gonna break loose.

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