Blake ended up taking the Dallas Cowboys’ offer and is now their starting quarterback. The stadium is amazing. Watching him play there is beyond a dream come true. It’s a dream I never even could have imagined. It’s about a million times better than anything I could have imagined. He loves playing for the Cowboys. It’s been his favorite team since he was a little boy. He’s so in his element on that field it’s just a joy to watch him. So far this season they’re undefeated. As far as his pay check goes, it’s more money that I ever expected to see in about twelve lifetimes.
Only two months after we met, we got married in a tiny but wildly romantic ceremony on top of the Empire State Building. I didn’t even know you could, but Blake reserved the observation deck for us and had the whole thing decorated with white roses and fairy lights and we said our vows under a full moon at the top of the world. It was the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Well, actually, every second I spend with Blake Travis is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. He showers me with gifts and flowers and tells me he loves me every chance he gets. I had to tell him to stop buying me diamonds. I have more than a girl could ever wear. I told him I only need one car but he insisted I have three. The best gift by far is the art studio he had built for me on our ten-acre property. It sits next to a stream and has views out over the rolling hills of our land. It has plenty of space for all my projects. Every minute I’m not with Blake, I spend working on my art. So far I’ve had ten major commissions and have actually earned quite a lot of money myself selling my work. More than I ever dreamed I would. I’ve even been written up in a couple of the top art magazines. Blake’s had all the articles framed and they hang on the walls of my studio.
He bought us a house in Dallas with five bedrooms. I said we don’t need that many but Blake begs me every day to go off the pill. He wants to fill up the house, he said, with our babies. Even though we’re still young, I’ve decided it’s time.
I’m waiting for him to get back from practice. I’m taking a bubble bath and I’m excited to see him. It’s always hard when we’re apart. It’s like my body and soul crave him when we’re not together.
I hear the roar of his car’s engine as he drives into our six-car garage (why anyone would need so many I have no idea, but Blake’s even thinking about expanding it). He drives the latest Mustang GT350R. I think it’s actually a race car. Black, of course. His favorite color for cars. Mine’s red.
I hear his footsteps as he runs up the stairs. “Skye?” he calls out. Then he storms in to my palatial bathroom. A huge smile breaks out on his face, as it always does, from that very first time, when he sees me. I smile, too. He’s so handsome. He fills up the room with his male energy and his dazzling presence. “My perfect wife is naked and so damn gorgeous it blows my mind every single time I see her.” He always talks like this. Like he still can’t believe he found me.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” I tell him.
He pulls off his shirt, which messes up his thick hair. His muscles are bigger now than they were when we first met, and they were big even then. He works out all the time and with all the personal trainers the football team has, his body has been honed into a specimen of prime, beefed-up perfection. Then he steps out of his jeans. Wow. He really is happy to see me. His cock is colossal and rock-hard. He steps into the bath and lowers himself onto me. He’s so big he splashes half the water out of the tub and I squeal as he playfully bites my neck.
But then he kisses me and it’s a kiss full of devotion and love. He gazes into my eyes. I love how his eyes almost seem to change color depending on his mood. Right now they’re as blue as sapphires. “How’s my beautiful girl? Did you have a nice day?”
“Yes. I worked on that piece for the art museum’s courtyard. It’s almost done. Just a few finishing touches to do this weekend.”
“I still think you should have charged them more than half a million.”
“Blake, half a million is a huge amount of money.”
“You could have gotten more.”
I gasp as his massive cock slides against the skin of my thigh. I wrap my arms around his strong neck, letting my fingers glide across the hard, sculpted muscles of his shoulders and arms. I kiss his lips. “There something I wanted to talk to you about. I have to tell you something.”
He cocks his head to one side, and his eyebrows knit together. “Is everything okay?” He’s so fiercely protective of me, any sign that I might be unhappy makes him wildly concerned. “Skye, what is it?”
“I just wanted to tell you than I’ve stopped taking the pill. I want to have your baby, Blake. I love you so much.”
He stares down at me and his expression is layered with raw happiness and deep emotion. And hot, hundred-proof lust. “I’ve been waiting so long to hear you say that, my sweet angel. God, how I love you. I love you so much it makes me fucking crazy.” He kisses me, parting my lips with his tongue. “I’m going to give you a baby right now, sugar pie. I’m going to give you every inch of my big cock and fill you up with my hot seed. I’m going to flood your sweet pussy with my cum all night long. Are you ready for me?”
Blake doesn’t wait for me to answer him. I guess he can’t wait to get on with the task at hand.
He lifts me out of the bath and gently places me on the bath mat. As he dries me, he kneels down in front of me and starts licking my pussy. His tongue dips into me, parting my intimate folds. “Mine,” he growls. “Mine.” He circles my clit, sucking on me until I moan. His fingers rove and explore, poking silkily into the tiny cove of my ass as his greedy mouth eats my pussy. It’s like he’s is going a little crazy. With lust. He’s absolutely ravenous. His inner caveman is breaking free..
His mouth and his hands feel so good my knees go weak and I sway a little but he lifts me up and carries me to our plush, enormous bed.
Blake lays me down and kisses me tenderly. Then, impatient with desire, he latches his mouth onto my nipple, playing my breasts with his strong hands. “Soon our baby’s going to be sucking on these sweet cherry nipples. But he’s going to have to share with daddy. Because daddy loves them. I could suck on these sweet nipples for the rest of time and die a fucking happy man.”
He moves lower. His tongue pokes wetly into my navel and I squirm. He pushes my legs up and open. I let him do whatever he wants. I give myself to him completely, like an offering.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, kissing my pussy, parting the saturated folds with his tongue. “Do you know how much I fucking love this juicy pink pussy? Every inch of you is my favorite thing in the world, but this part, right here, might be my most favorite of all.” He finds the hyper-sensitive nub of my clit and licks it with his clever tongue, until I feel the pleasure rushes start to clench deep inside me. But he avoids a rhythm. His tongue circles around my clit and it’s torture. He’s teasing me.
“Blake,” I breathe. “More. I need more.”
“You’ll get more, sweet baby. You’ll get everything you can handle.” He continues this delicious torment, bringing me to the brink but not letting me come. “Are you ready for my big cock, sweetheart? Because I’m not letting you come until I’m deep inside you. Those tight little clenches are going to grip my cock while I shoot my cum deep, deep inside.”
He climbs up my body, pushing my knees wide. Then he takes his engorged cock and slides the head of it against my slippery pussy, pushing his thickness deep, stretching me and filling me entirely. With his hands, he reaches under me and grabs my ass so I can’t retreat even if I wanted to. His weight is bearing down on me but not crushing me. I love how big he is. How strong and heavy. His thick cock is stretching me and my body is gripping him so incredibly tightly. If I wasn’t so wet it might almost be painful. But it’s not painful. There’s only pleasure. Thick, skewering pleasure. His cock is so deep inside me I can feel the broad head of it pushing against my womb.
He’s whispering to me as he thrusts into me. With each thrust he doesn’t pull back, but lunges deeper. I worship you, angel girl. My sweet goddess. My beautiful wife.
Blake. Blake. I love you.
He thrusts again, forcing the pleasure higher. And higher. I can feel every rock-hard inch of him and it’s the most beautiful thing. The swell of pleasure reaches a high that’s so damn good it’s almost unendurable. I squirm with the overload but I can’t move. He’s gripping me and holding me in place under him, forcing me to take everything he has to give. The wave spreads through me in warm, sweet rushes of pleasure. Silky spasms grip his big cock in lush tugs, milking every inch of him.
Blake’s groaning my name and I feel him: that hot surge of his gushing seed, flooding me and filling me. I have never felt so full and so complete.