“I believe fate took its own course with us,” Lily replied before our lips met in another kiss. We curled up and watched a movie on the couch in the darkened room, which was lit up only by the bright lights on the tree. I held her tightly, thanking God for her as I imagined our future together. In all my relationships and marriages, I’d never felt this way about anybody.
She called Amy the next day with the good news, and soon it was spreading around both of our buildings. It seemed like the next week we were getting married on our favorite beach in Belize, one we had discovered at my friend’s wedding the previous year.
We had our closest friends watching us as we said our vows, Amy beaming beside Lily, whose stomach was rounded with our first child. Lily was into her sixth month and had chosen a dress that flattered her belly, though she looked more beautiful carrying my child than ever before. We had dinner by the light of the setting sun and danced well into the night before I led Lily to the cottage by the water, watching her smile.
We made love for hours as husband and wife before she fell asleep, exhausted from the day. Our daughter, Tinsley, was wearing her out, but Lily loved every moment of it, and I had no complaints about Lily’s overactive sex drive.
I held my daughter three months later, staring down into her beautiful face as tears gushed down my cheeks. She looked so much like her mom but had my dark hair. She was also screaming at the top of her lungs.
“We’re in for it with this one,” Lily told me in a weary voice as she smiled lovingly at the two of us. She’d done an excellent job with the twelve-hour labor, staying calm and focused, particularly once she’d gotten some drugs.
I knew my life was complete, and I kissed Lily as the nurse took the baby to clean her up. I knew that there would be more kids in our future and all the love Lily could stand.
She was my everything. We’d had an intense and rough start of things, but she was mine forever now. She and my daughter were the moon and stars in my sky, and I’d never want anything else.
The End
I hope you enjoyed CRAVE ME. For your reading pleasure, I have included numerous bonus stories. Please refer to the table of contents to choose what to read next.
Filthy Cowboy (another very FILTHY book)
I swear, Luke Daniels is as stubborn as a mule and hung like a horse. He spends his time drinking whiskey, riding bulls, and sleeping with every horny woman in west Texas. I gave him my virginity and my heart when I was just a girl. Now, it’s payback time…
I haven’t seen Luke in six years. He was my first lover, my first love, and the first boy to break my heart. But he had his dreams and I had mine, so I was fine with never ever seeing him again.
Okay, that’s a lie. I’ve missed him every day – and every night – for six years. I long to have him back in my life. And back in my bed. And back between my legs.
Then he’s almost killed by a bull and I’m sent to bring him home. The old spark instantly ignites. All I can think about is riding him like a bucking bronco, like I used to, even though he’s stitched up like a baseball and not supposed to do anything strenuous.
The question is, now that we’re back together, will Luke come to his senses and stay with me? Or will the lure of the rodeo once again tear him from my arms?
Luke Daniels
Here’s a tip for you fellas out there the next time you’re laid up in the hospital after a goddamn bull gores the living shit out of you at a rodeo.
Hell, I guess this is a good tip regardless of why you’re laid up.
Anyway.
If you ever get the chance to fuck a hot young nurse in your hospital room bathroom, I highly recommend you take it. Just grab that bull by the horns and ride her like there’s no tomorrow.
That hot young nurse had been giving me warm-lotion hand jobs for three days, ever since they took the catheter out of my pecker so I could piss on my own. Shit, she’d had my pecker in her hand more than I’d had it in mine.
Started out, she was just gonna help me into the bathroom to take a piss. I wasn’t wearing anything but one of those flimsy hospital gowns, which she untied and tugged down my arms after coming into the bathroom with me and closing the door. I stood there naked as the day I was born, with my long pecker dangling between my legs for the whole world to see.
Without a word, she reached down and cupped my balls with her left hand and started tugging on my pecker with her right. The damn thing went hard in her hand so fast it made her moan.
She let go of my pecker, then pushed down her scrub pants to her ankles and leaned over the sink and stuck out her ass and said, “Fuck me hard with that big old thing, cowboy. Fuck me hard right now.”
Never let it be said that Luke Daniels didn’t follow a medical professional’s advice. I dug my fingers into her hips and squared up behind her, then drove my big old pecker into her tight little twat like pushing a sausage through a straw. Hot damn, this little girl was tight, man. Tightest little pussy I’d ever seen. Course, any pussy’s gonna be tight when you stick something in it as big as my pecker. Still, I looked down to make sure I’d stuck it in the right hole.
That little nurse grunted every time I thrust it into her, like it was pushing all the wind out of her lungs. I put my hands on her chubby little ass cheeks and watched my pecker slide in and out of her. I could only get about half of my pecker inside her, but it felt like heaven on a stick. My balls were tight as walnuts and I could feel the blood pumping in my loins.
There is no better medicine, in my opinion, regardless of what ails a man, than a piece of sweet, young, tight pussy. I love the way it feels, the way it looks, the way it smells, and the way it tastes.
I’m telling you, fellas, if they could bottle this little gal’s pussy the world would be a healthier place. And you and me would be addicted with the first dose.
As I hammered into her, listening to her gasp and moan, I thought about what sweet, caring individuals nurses were, especially the ones who had to put up with the likes of me. I was a lousy fucking patient, no pun intended. If that goddamn bull’s horn hadn’t ruptured my appendix and spleen, I would have just put a Band-Aid over the gash and gone on about my day.
Not that I had any say in the matter when it happened.
As I understand it, I was laying there in the goddamn dirt with my guts spilling out all over my sterling silver National Rodeo Champion belt buckle and the fucking rodeo clowns were all puking their guts out around me. If there hadn’t been a veterinarian there wrapping a horse’s leg I would have probably bled to death right there in the Houston arena, like goddamn Spartacus or something.
Fucking rodeo clowns. Goddamn pussies, every single one of them.
Anyway, like I was saying, nurses are such caring, sweet individuals who go above and beyond to take care of their patients. God bless their souls and God bless this little girl riding my pecker who was now making sounds like her top was about to blow.
She was bent over the sink with her cheek pressed to the mirror, holding onto the sides of the sink for dear life, saying she was about ready to cum. I was right there with her, buddy. The moment she slid home I was coming in right behind her.
I suddenly learned that not all nurses are that dedicated to the health and rehabilitation of their patients. The one that jerked open the bathroom door and started screaming when she caught me slamming my sausage into the young nurse’s twat did not see the humor of the situation.
She was a fat old hag with a butch haircut and a face that could stop a clock. She stood there in the doorway, getting all red-faced and fuming like she’d caught us fucking in the back of the church or something.
I gave her an “I’ll be with you in a minute” smile, but didn’t stop what I was doing. I just kept hammering it to the young nurse while she stayed bent over, grabbing the sink and grunting each time my big old cock slammed into her tight box.
I could see sweet thing’s face in the mirror. She didn’t acknowledge the nurse standing in the doorway watching us. She just kept her eyes closed and her mouth hanging open. I reckon she figured she was screwed anyway (again, no pun intended), so she might as well hang in there long enough to get her rocks off rather than stop midstream. Or mid-stroke...
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” the old nurse wailed after she had watched us for ten of fifteen seconds. I reckon it took her that long to comprehend that she wasn’t imagining things.
“I’m just doing my physical therapy,” I said, my hands tight on the girl’s hips to hold her steady while I rammed it to her good. I shook my head and grinned at the old bat without missing a beat. “I had no idea how much better this would make me feel. You ought’a give this little gal a raise. She’s a goddamn miracle worker.”
“Stop that before you bust your stitches!” she yelled, waving her hands at me.
“Darlin’, I’m not gonna stop till I bust this nut,” I yelled back, ignoring the pain that was ripping through my left side where the bull had gutted me. His fucking horn stabbed into my guts about six inches they said, then he picked me up like a rag doll and shook his big old head, twisting my guts around like a meat grinder before tossing me to the side.
The doc had patched up my guts and sewn up the gash about a week ago, so I was still healing. There was a big bandage on my left side covering the wound, with a mile of gauze wrapped around my waist to keep it in place.