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“What…Ander! We can not make love in the same room our son is going to have his wedding dinner in less than twelve hours!”

“We can’t? Hmm, I see it more as offering good blessings for the couple. If they can be as happy as we are then it doesn’t matter if tomorrow goes perfectly or is one big, chaotic whirlwind of mishaps. They’ll be happy and have a good life. Just like the life we have with one another.”

“Blessing the couple? Really?”

“Oh, yeah! I’m sure that’s a custom somewhere or other.”

He peels my dress down so I am left standing in nothing but my panties and bra.

“What if someone comes, Ander?”

“We’ll bless them too. As long as they keep their fucking eyes off you and leave as quickly as they come in.”

I laugh and all the stress I was feeling melts away. My husband sweeps me up in his arms and sets me down in one of the large settees found at the sides of the room. He drags his lips down my neck before taking the straps of my bra down letting my breasts pop out for him to capture with his mouth.

I cry out as I cup the back of his head and pull him closer. My back arches as he tongues the hard nub while playing with the other one, his nimble fingers plucking the furled peak into a painfully tight point of pleasure for me. He switches sides before running his mouth down my body until he comes to my panties. He gently rolls them down my thighs before running his tongue through my bare folds.

“Oh God, Ander!”

I try to spread my legs wider for him, but my damned panties are trapping me.

“Patience, little one. We have all night and I’m not rushing this.”

God, I love when he calls me ‘little one’ in that low, rough voice. I whimper as he tweaks my nipple with one hand and squeezes my ass with the other. Somehow he’s moved so he is sitting on the settee and I am in front of him. When he runs his fingers down the swell of my ass and over to the tight pucker of my asshole, my legs give out on me.

He laughs as he yanks my panties all the way down and off me. He pulls me fully into his lap after undoing his pants and pushing them over his hips. When he enters me, it wrings a gasp from me. My nails sink into his shoulders as he throws his head back and moans. “God damn, you feel so fucking good!” “Same.” It’s the only thing I can get out as he fills me even more by slowly spearing me with his finger where he was playing in between my cheeks before. I move my body into his touch. It’s taboo and a dark thrill that always sends me right over the edge into an instant, intense orgasm. I ride him through my release before slumping against him. He takes my hips and moves me up and down on his shaft. It doesn’t take long before I feel him jet cum into my trembling body.

Our lips meet and I realize how right my husband really is. If my son can be as happy as Ander makes me then he is headed for the best of lives and nothing will ever change that. It might have taken me a little while to learn it but Ander was patient and loved me enough to wait for me to learn my most important lesson…there is nothing sweeter than love!!!

The End!

Taffy

Sweet Treats: Book Four

By:

Jisa Dean

Taffy

Sweet Treats: Book Four

Some Rules Are Meant To Be Broken!

The Rules of the Game!

Taffy

- No cute nicknames

- No visiting his house

- No funny business

I’ve been hurt before by a football player so even though I should tell him no when he asks me to be his tutor…I agree. As long as there are rules that we both follow, there will be no way for me to do something stupid…like fall in love with my new student who just happens to be a football player. But Rip is a lot more charming than my high school crush. And a lot harder to say no to. Can I keep this powerful man in line, or will I give him more than I ever thought of giving the kid in high school?

Rip

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