Six months later.
“Roger?”
“Yes.” I recognize her voice immediately, but I still confirm, “Anna?”
“Yes, it’s me.”
“Thank God!”
“What’s the matter?”
I smile at the concern in her voice.
“Nothing’s wrong,” I assure her. “I was just hoping that you would call today.”
“You were?”
“Yes.”
“Does that mean that you’ll see me again?” she asks.
“More than see you,” I reply and decide to get straight to the point. “Are you seeing anyone at the moment?”
“No.”
“Has there been anyone else?” I make no attempt to hide my jealousy. Although I had given her those business cards and told her to go out and meet other people, the thought of her with anyone else had kept me up at night. It had taken less than a day for me to realize that I’d been a complete ass to let her slip through my fingers.
She had spoiled me for other women.
Fucking my first client after Anna had been tough. I’d tried, but it had been little more than a chore. Being Anna’s first—being the first man to breach both of her sweet holes—had been a rush. But it was remembering the way she had been able to take me deeply, fully and so willingly that had stayed with me. That and the way her body hugged my cock like a long-lost friend.
“Only my bunnies.” She laughs. “I’ve been too busy enjoying being me.”
“I’m glad,” I reply.
I know what it’s like when you start to love yourself. The journey of self discovery can be an all-consuming one.
“So, can I book you again?” she says.
“No,” I reply and hear the sharp intake of her breath at the other end of the line. “I no longer take bookings.”
“Oh,” she said softly and her disappointment is tangible.
“I haven’t taken another booking since you,” I tell her. “And I cancelled as many of the previously-booked ones as I could.”
“Since me?”
“Yes, since you and your sweet little pussy.”
“Roger!”
“It’s Greg,” I confess.
“And I’m Annabelle,” she responds.
“Have you missed me, Annabelle?” I ask.
“Like crazy.”
“I missed you too,” I tell her. “I should have taken your number before you left that morning.”
“I would have gladly given it to you.”
“I want to see you.”
“Yes!”
“Do you want to come over, or do you want me to come to you?”
“I’ll come to you.”
“Come now.”
“I’ll be there in less than an hour.”
***
I watch her step out of the London taxi and feel an immediate rush of blood to my cock.
The red dress she’s wearing stops mid thigh and shows off her smooth legs and matches her shoes—the ones I bought her—perfectly. Her flaming red hair is unrestrained.
Redheads should definitely wear red, I think, as the car drives off and she turns to see me standing at the door.
Looking neither left nor right, she smiles as she comes toward me, walking unselfconsciously, full breasts jiggling and ample hips swaying.
She walks so differently.
She’s lost maybe twenty pounds, but still has her fabulous curves.
I want to run down the long driveway and swing her up in my arms, but my cock’s so hard I can barely move.
As soon as she’s within arm’s reach, I grab her and kiss her hard.
“You look incredible!” I tell her when I finally get my fill of her sweet lips.
“I feel incredible.” She places her hands on my shoulders and rubs her hips against mine. “And so does your cock.”
“This is not for one night only,” I warn her. “This is forever.”
“Yes,” she replies eagerly, as I slip my hand under her dress, move her tiny thong aside and press two fingers deep inside her slippery wetness. “Oh God, yes!”
“You’re the only woman I’m going to fuck from now,” I tell her. “Prepare to have me in your tight pussy and sweet asshole at every given opportunity.”
“Yes.”
“I’m going to teach you to deep throat my cock,” I tell her as I lead her to the settee and bend her over it as I free my cock. “For now I just need to be buried balls deep inside your warmth.”
“Please!”
I reach into the low-cut dress and palm her left breast as I guide my cock between her slippery nether lips.
“I’m going to plant my seed deep in you womb.” She rotates her hips as I thrust myself forcibly into her tightness. “I want to see you swollen with my child. I want to see you breastfeed my baby. I want you to breastfeed me.”
“Yes.”
“I want you marry me.”
“What?” Her body stills in shock.
“Marry me?” I cup her other breast and slide my cock deeper.
“Oh, Roger...Greg.”
“Marry me!” I command as I bury my cock to the hilt and then withdraw almost fully. “Say yes!”
“Yes,” she says obediently and tries to back up and impale her pussy on my cock.
I prevent her effortlessly.
“Are you sure?” I ask, giving her a few teasing thrusts.
“Yes. Yes! Fuck me please!”
“Now, my future wife, I’m going to fuck the living daylights out of you.”
“Yes, please!”
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The End