Her Reluctant Husband by Erica Marselas (books to read for 12 year olds .TXT) 📕

I need to have you,” he mumbles and steps back to unbutton his shirt. He slips it off and I watch as he undoes his belt, the click of the metal a reminder of what was missing last time.

“Wait. Condom,” I demand, slapping at his arm.

He reaches into his back pocket, and pulls out a foil wrapper, showing it to me, cockily. “I remembered.”

A little ball of hope and trust blooms in my belly. And once again, a huge action that shows me my Alex is here.

“Thank you,” I mumble, as he slips off his pants and boxers all the way. His erection bobs in front of me and part of my aches to reach out to touch it.

“I’ve been dying to feel you again,” he growls as he rolls on the condom. “Lay down.”

He presses my stomach as he lays me flat back on the table and lifts my right leg, pulling me to the edge of the table, and puts it on his shoulder.

“Alex,” I moan as he fills me completely.

“That’s right, honey bear, say my name.”

“Mmm, Asshole,” I groan.

He chuckles darkly and thrusts hard into me. “Try again.”

“I thought we were using our nicknames for one another.”

"Try. Again." He slams into me, making the table screech as it scooches back.

"Ahh, fuck,"

"That's not it."

"Close enough," I stutter.

He picks up my other leg and props it over his other shoulder. “You’ll be saying my name again.”

He grabs my hips and drives into me. My eyes roll into the back of my head, loving the way he fills me, and I lift my hips to match his pace. Wanting more. “God, yes.”

“I’ll take that.”

My arms flail looking for the edge of the table or something to grab onto, but I hit my bowl, knocking it to the floor and I hear the sound of the glass crack. “Shit.” Alex freezes and I stare at him, feeling like we’re both about to get in trouble for breaking the china. I bite my lip, to control my laughter.

“Bad girl,” Alex murmurs before he cracks up laughing himself. “You’re in trouble now.”

“I blame you.”

He chuckles darkly and tsks, pulling his dick out to the head, and then slamming into me. I scream.

“Like I said, it looks like you’re the one in trouble,” he growls, a hint of playfulness in his voice that keeps me at ease. He does that move again. And again. The table below me is getting sent across the floor for the ride as well.

“Fuck, Alex.” It’s all too much and I fall apart.

He drops my legs and scoops me to sit up as my body still trembles. “Told you, you’d say my name, Ju.” His hand tangles in my hair and he kisses me as his strokes come faster. I wrap my arms around him, letting my fingers run through his soft hair. I taste myself on his tongue, and I moan as my mind wanders to what he would taste like.

There’s a deep rumble from his throat as he pulls away from my lips. My eyes dart to his face, wanting to watch him as he comes. His eyes close tightly, and he softly mutters my name a couple of times. I feel him soften inside me as he rains little kisses down my shoulder before he slips out.

“I’d say both of our appetites have been met.” He winks as he walks over to the trashcan to dispose of the condom.

With shaky legs, I slide off the table to find my dress and panties. I find my dress first and slip it on.

“Do you have to do that?” He smirks as he picks up his deserted pants. “I was enjoying looking at you.”

“Sorry.” I shrug. He rolls his eyes and slips on his slacks.

As I glance around the kitchen seeing the destruction we’ve made with my soup splattered all over the floor, and the nice china broken, I wonder if it is semi wrong all the fucking we are doing in this kitchen.

“You wanted me to eat, but now half my meal is on the floor,” I tell him waving to the mess as he slips on his shirt.

“Don’t worry, I made plenty.” He walks over and kisses the side of my neck. “You can have seconds later.”

“Will you be having seconds too?”

He licks his lips and bends down to pick up the pieces of the fallen bowl. “There’s a good chance.” As he stands his hand moves up my bare leg.

“Knock, knock,” Ms. Gandy announces herself and steps into the room. A smile creases her face as she spies the mess of stew strewn across the floor. “Well,” she mutters, her eyes perking up to Alex, and his shirt hanging undone, “what happened in here?"

You can’t deny what happened here. It smells of chicken soup and sex, not to mention it looks like a hurricane went through the kitchen.

"Food fight?” Alex chuckles, his eyes dancing mischievously. I grab the broken bowl from Alex and throw it in the trash, trying to hide my embarrassment.

“Maybe I should’ve called first.” She looks between us knowingly. “If I was a few minutes earlier it seems I would have been in the middle of the battle.”

“You could say that.” I hide my face.

Ms. Gandy chuckles. “It’s nice to see for once you both look happy at the same time."

10JUNE

Alex used to be the ultimate country boy. When I would see him in the summer, he was always in a pair of Levi’s, a flannel, and his boots, ready to help Liz with whatever she needed. He wasn’t afraid to get his hands dirty.

Now, he might look the part, but I think at some point the country in him jumped ship because I’m watching