Carter

A s much as I want to strip Hannah bare and fuck her on every surface of Garrett's house as payback for not telling me she was staying with him, I rein in my lust and continue eating the pizza with Hannah.

"How does a twenty-seven-year-old find herself in a first-year culinary class with a bunch of teenagers?" I coax, wanting to hear what led Hannah into my life.

With a sigh, Hannah throws her piece of pizza down on the paper plate on the coffee table next to the pizza box. "It's the most cliche story ever. I met Jeff four years ago when I was fresh out of college. I was working in the accounting department of his parents' law firm, where he also worked as a lawyer. At first, he was funny and charming, buying me little gifts and leaving them on my desk. We didn't start dating until a year after I started working there. I didn't want my co-workers to think I was getting special treatment for sleeping with the boss's son. Our relationship progressed, and the next thing you know, he proposed, and we moved in together. But I should have seen the signs that our relationship was falling apart when he would stay at work late or go on weekend work trips without me."

I set my slice of pizza down next to hers and scoot closer to her on the couch, "You couldn't have known, guys like your ex are good at fooling people."

"That's what you would think, but I was in the accounting department—my job was to go through expenses and pay them. When I saw the purchases for flowers and jewelry my ex made with the company credit card, I assumed he was buying them for his mother. Since I knew I wasn't on the receiving end of those gifts anymore, who else would he be buying them for?"

I scoot closer, wrapping my arm around her shoulders, "Love is blind, Hannah."

"The truth is, I never loved my ex. If anything, I was relieved when I caught him cheating on me—but I didn't realize everything I would lose because of it. But thanks to Grace and Garrett, I'm getting my life together again. And now you've come into my life to complicate it." She snuggles into my arms, showing me she's not mad I invaded her life.

"How about this? Everything we do or don't do is up to you. We'll take things as fast or slow as you want, but you have to tell me what you want."

She tilts her head to look into my eyes, and I hold my breath, waiting for her reply. After what feels like an eternity, she finally answers, "I want it all, and I want it now—hard, fast, slow, gentle, good, bad—I want all of it with you, ." she runs her hand over my cheek and I kiss her palm.

"How do you want it tonight?" I smile against her hand.

"Definity hard and fast." Just like that, my little spitfire straddles my lap and begins pulling at my clothes. Her eager hands fly over the buttons of my shirt, pushing the fabric over my shoulders and down my arms before leaning back and lifting her tiny top over her head, exposing her beautiful breasts to me.

I don't hesitate as I latch onto one of her nipples as my hands pump each one, causing her to moan, "Do you like how I touch you, Hannah?"

"Yes." She moans as her hips roll against my throbbing cock.

"Good." I take turns licking and sucking each nipple until Hannah is a squirming mess on my thighs. I let go of her breasts and grip her hips, thrusting my hips to meet hers, letting her grind on me.

The pleasure is almost too much, and I hold her hips still, "I need to taste you."

She nods and slides off my lap, stripping off those tiny shorts and pulling them down her long, toned legs.

I strip off the rest of my clothes and shoes and lie down on the couch, "Come here, beautiful. I want you to ride my face." Hannah doesn't hesitate, settling herself over my starving mouth. "That's my good girl." I groan against her pussy before licking a trail up her slit to her hidden bud, waiting for my attention.

She moans and works her hips faster over my face, grinding her hot pussy into my nose and chin as my tongue laps at her juices. I grip her hips harder as I dart my tongue in and out of her pussy. Her body tightens, and she comes all over my face.

I slide her body down mine as her juices leave a trail on my chest and abdomen, marking me with her scent as I place her on over my cock, "Are you ready to ride my cock since you rode my face so well?"

"Hmm, yes." She moans as she slides down all nine inches.

Once her body accommodates to my girth, she begins to rock her hips, testing her depth and speed. Her tits bounce faster, and her fingernails claw at my chest as she picks up her speed.

I rub my fingers over her clit, encouraging her to find her release because I'm not sure how much longer I can hold on. "Come for me, Little Spitfire." obeying my command, her body tightens, and she comes all over my cock, finally collapsing on my chest.

"Such a good girl." I praise her before shooting load after load of my hot cum deep inside her, hoping to create a life so she will be bound to me forever.

Her body jerks at the feel of my cum flooding her, "Um, we didn't use a condom." She tenses on my chest and tries to sit up, but I wrap my arms around her and hold her close.

"It's okay, I trust you, and I'm clean. If a baby comes from what we just did, it will be a blessing."

With a sigh, she relaxes back against my chest, her hand running through my chest hair. "I trust you, and I'm clean, too. And maybe a little baby wouldn't be so bad." She snuggles deeper into my chest, and the part of me that was empty feels whole.

I reach for the blanket that fell on the floor and cover us both up, feeling more content than I ever thought possible. The sound of the front door opening has me sitting up on the couch, pulling Hannah tighter to my side.

"What the hell are you guys doing back? I thought you were out of town." I grump at my best friend and his wife.

"My parents called when we were halfway there. They're sick and didn't want Jessica to catch it from them." Garrett bounces Jessica on his hip as he eyes us. "Pay up. You lost the bet." He turns to his wife with his hand out.

Grace pulls some money out of her purse and slaps it in Garrett's hand, "Fine, you were right— and Hannah are perfect for each other."

"Wait a minute—you bet on the two of us getting together? Is there nothing you won't bet on Garrett?" I glare at my best friend.

"I only bet on a sure thing, and you and Hannah, my friend, were a sure thing from the start."

"He's not wrong." Hannah shrugs with a smile. "Now take me downstairs and make love to me again."

I tuck the blanket around Hannah and pick her up bridal-style, moving to the door that connects to Garrett's basement, only to have Garrett call after us, "You know I'm going to have to burn that couch now."

I turn to face him, "Well, it's a good thing you got home when you did, or you'd have to burn your whole house down." I laugh at the shocked look on Garrett's face, then carry Hannah to her basement apartment, where we spend the rest of the weekend making love and planning our future.