Buzz…buzz….buzz….buzz….Oh, it can’t be time for Katie to go to work yet. I don’t want to get up. I love sleeping next to her and waking up to her cute and adorable face next to me. I reach over and turn off her alarm. My gaze drops beside me to my adorable Katie, who is pressed up against my side with an arm and leg draped over my body. Her bare shoulders invite me to pick up where we left off last night.Desire ignites within me as images from last night pop into my head. My breath becomes shallow and comes out ragged as heat rushes through me. Like a movie projector, pictures flash in my mind of Katie moaning underneath me and…. Gulp. No. Not now. I gently rub her back. “Baby, you need to get up. It's time to go to work.”She shakes her head and snuggles closer to me, sending another wave of heat rushing through me. Her leg brushes against manhood, which is already on high alert and is proudly standing tall with morning wood. I suck in my breath and choke down any no
I follow her order and insert another finger as I increase the speed of my fingers thrusting in and out of her wet entrance. As my finger brushes against her sweet spot, her walls clamp around them and pull them in deeper.In a raspy voice, Katie demands, “Hurry… Mark… Time…. Running…. Out…” She reaches back and slaps my thigh.I want more time to prep and savor my morning delight, but I’m leaking, and my shaft is throbbing. My baby’s needy voice and her begging pushes me closer to my limit. I pull my fingers out and whisper into her ear, “As you wish.”Before I’m even done with my few words, I move my hips and thrust hard into her tight, quivering hole. This is my heaven. As I bottom out with her warmth wrapped around my manhood, I clamp my lips down onto her sensitive neck, biting and nibbling, hoping to leave my mark. A sense of pride and possessiveness washes over me as the thought of my mark being on her and on full display.Pleasure rushes through me and I don’t wait li
“I want to go see Jenny!” Casper stomps his foot and pouts as he glares at me. After a few seconds, he then turns his efforts to my mother, who is standing beside me and appears unphased. Our son has got my talent for making the cutest little faces to get his way. But he is forgetting I’m the king of it and my mom is immune to it, after dealing with me for years. I smile at him and gently put my hands on his shoulders. “Cass, you will only be allowed to visit Jenny if you behave. I’m not sure about grandma, but in my book, whining to get your way is not called behaving. Now stop whining, pouting, or whatever you think you can do to get your way.” My mom presses her lips together and shuffles Casper off. “Should we make something to take to your mommy? Maybe an afternoon snack she can eat?” Casper reluctantly agrees as he is trying to fight back a smile, trying to pop out. As my mom walks past me towards the kitchen, she quickly turns to me and signals she has it all unde
Casper wiggles in my lap and looks at the women coming to the table. Confusion swirls around on his cute little face. I turn towards the women, and my mouth nearly hits the floor. These women are clearly visitors and don’t think anything about showing some skin. Their skirts are extremely short, and their tops are skintight. There is nothing left to the imagination. Unfortunately, if they think they will get some reaction out of us, they are sorrily mistaken. Gagging. Maybe. Anything else, no. I turn my son’s face away and whisper, “Don’t look at them, son.”He doesn’t fight and turns his attention back to the others at the table. I don’t know what these women are planning on doing, but a part of me can’t wait to see what kind of show they do. Glancing around the table, I look at mom and Brenda, who to my surprise are looking at me and oblivious to the impending trouble. I subtly motion head to the side towards the approaching group. My mom’s focus darts towards them, an
KatieI narrow my eyes at the stupid woman standing by my man. What is she thinking and right in front of me? I don’t feel any comfort with my future father-in-law’s remarks. A part of me is happy he has spoken with an authority I don’t think I could have. But another part of me wants to catapult forward and rip not only her hand off her, but her entire arm, too. My blood boils at her arrogance. My upper lip twitches as my eyes bore holes through her. She isn’t even that pretty. The blonde woman beside Evan ignores the older man’s warning. She isn’t going to give up that easily, but Evan stops her in her tracks as she opens her mouth. “He is being nice. None of us are going to leave our fiancé for women like you, so you need to stop and walk away now.”Frank nods and quickly adds, “My Izzy is the best thing I’ve ever had, and there is no way I’m giving her up for you.” His eyes scan her from head to toe before he shakes his head. Mentally, I scream and dare them to disobe
Jenny hasn’t stopped smiling since yesterday when we asked her to be in my wedding. This is exactly what she needs. She has been so down in the dumps since her mother works so much, and she is often in her room all alone. I have asked some volunteers to come and spend the day with her, so she isn’t so lonely, but I’m not sure if it is working. But now she is practically glowing and her eyes sparkle. I never thought the idea of being a flower girl would have this kind of effect on her. I think this is helping more than the medicine is. As I put Jenny’s chart to the side and look through some ones, Brenda peeks her head into my office. “Dr. Katie, do you have a few minutes?”I smile as I look up at her. “Sure. What’s up?”She steps into my office carrying a folder, which I recognize as the folder she is using to keep all my wedding stuff in.She takes a seat in front of my desk and opens her folder, quickly scanning down her list of to-do items. “I hear you haven’t picked out
Brenda continues for several more minutes, asking me questions and I try to answer the best I can. However, there were some I couldn’t give her an answer to. Mentally, I take a note to myself to ask Mark later.Once she has gone through her entire list and I have answered the best I could, she gets up and leaves my office.My head swirls from her rapid-fire interrogation. I’m amazed at everything she has completed already, with the help of Mark’s mother and our friends. I will never tell her she can’t do something on short notice again. My mind drifts back to one particular item from her list. What am I going to do for a wedding gift? What can I give Mark that will show him how much I love him? Ugh, I’m going to be thinking about this all the time now. As I debate my options for his gift, Casper runs full speed into my office. His eyes glisten and fill with tears as he looks up at me with his big eyes as charges towards me. Fear flashes across his face. “MOMMY!!! SAVE ME!
I don’t know how to do this. I also really don’t want to do this, but I must. Casper was so scared, and he was still trembling while he was visiting Jenny and even now when we got home. I gather my strength and remind myself Casper’s safety is the important thing here. He must know he can’t do this again. It is too dangerous. Shortly after we get home, we all gather in the living room and Casper is still really quiet. At least he has stopped trembling now. My heart aches seeing him like this. He has been clinging to me ever since this whole situation has happened. Right now, he is curled up on my lap on the couch with his little arms wrapped tight around me. As everyone watches, I softly ask, “Cass, can we talk about today?”He keeps his head buried in my chest as he mumbles, “Do I have to?”The corners of my mouth curl downward. I gently rub his back and reply, “Yes. We have to talk about today.”He shuffles closer to me and whines, “But I don’t want to.”Oh, this is goi