Authors: Angel Rose
I was the only one feeling that I hadn’t accomplished anything for the New Year and soon the year would be over
,
agai
n
. Working for Dave wasn’t exactly my dream job, but it kept me busy and I was helping Dave out. Tilly was rich and Eddie was going to graduate from the academy soon enough, so he was pretty much set either way. Margaret could hold her own. She created and owned her own online shoe referral business called,
Margie’s Pump You Up
. It was fairly new, but she was doing well. You could find the most expensive shoes for half the price. She really was business savvy, something I didn’t know about her. She kept quiet about a lot of things as if she had trust issues herself. She was still holding on to Dave, but Dave wasn’t having it.
***
Dave hired a wedding planner and they planned the entire wedding together. Everything was top notch, from the intricate details on the table settings, matching napkins and tablecloths, to the limos and even their tuxes. Dave spent a fortune of his own money on it and said he didn’t care… it was all for me,
his little lady, his little girl
. Michael sat back and watched Dave spend all of his money and loved every minute of it. Michael offered, but Dave refused, and when Michael asked him for the last time, Dave’s reaction became violent and I had to get in the middle of them both to avoid full blown throws being thrown at each other. This feud had to end, and would end, the day I married Michael, because I loved them. I loved them
both
.
I was so grateful to Dave. I remembered how lost I was when I moved to New York, and how meeting Dave changed my life. I will always be thankful for the little things he did, like leaving cab money in an envelope for me or giving me the Classical music CD for my pretend birthday. I wasn’t as grateful for the days he was abrupt, moody and a little cruel to me at work. But, I overlooked after I realized how lucky I was to have met a man who took me under his wing, and did anything for me, no questions asked. I finally accepted him as my
father,
the
father
I never had, the
father
I feared and loathed. I knew I no longer needed anyone else in my life except for Michael, Dave and Margaret. I was happy…
really happy.
***
“Happy Birthday,” Michael whispered in my ear.
“Thank you.” I rolled over on my side and gazed into his beautiful eyes.
“Come,” he said.
“Where? I’m naked.” I giggled.
“To the balcony.” We never went out on the balcony before. Michael didn’t think it was safe. “Here put this on.” He handed me my sweatpants and a sweatshirt and his jacket.
“What are you up to?” I smiled.
“Close your eyes,” he whispered. I closed my eyes, and he escorted me out onto the balcony. The crisp, cold breeze made my nipples harden and I hugged myself as I shivered underneath his coat.
“Open,” he said. I opened my eyes. The balcony was completely engulfed with white orchids, peach heart-shaped balloons, a banner that read ‘
To the woman that stole my heart’,
and a huge box that rested on top of the table near a bottle of Krug Brut Vintage champagne. I looked over at Michael, who stood with his hands in his pocket, shirtless, abs tight, as if the cold air had no effect on his body at all.
“Speechless?” he said.
“Michael…I,” I couldn’t get the words out of my mouth. I was choking on the lump in my throat.
“Let’s bring the box inside.” He grabbed the huge box and set it on the bed. “Open it.”
I sat on the bed with my legs folded underneath me. I opened the box to find an array of beautiful silk and lace bras and matching panties in red, black, blue and grey.
“Michael, these are beautiful.” I whispered. I placed them on the bed and found a small box underneath the last bra. I opened it, and it was a chocolate diamond bracelet, with matching diamond earrings.
Oh my…it was beautiful. This birthday was getting better by the moment.
There was another box underneath that box. I was starting to think something was going to jump out of the next box and a birthday joke was going to be on me. When I opened it, it was a charm bracelet, with three charms attached. There was a justice charm, a heart, and a mother-daughter charm. I inhaled deeply, letting out a sigh, staring at the last charm.
“I hope you like it. I know how much you miss your mother.” He sat on the bed and hugged me from behind. I closed my eyes and held his hands gently.
“Thank you Michael. I love everything. This is the best birthday…ever. I turned around to face him. “Happy Birthday to your mother, too.” I touched a nerve. The smile on his face disappeared. He let me go from his embrace. “I’m sorry,” I whispered.
“It’s okay.” He leaned his back against the head board.
“Michael…what was your mother’s name?” I asked.
“Mimi…that was her nickname. Her real name was Miriam. Why?” I swallowed hard.
“Just wanted to know. Happy Birthday, Mimi.” I smiled and hugged him a little tighter than usual. The cold case file of Miriam H. Hunter ran through my mind. The cold case file I shredded in Dave’s office. I trembled internally.
Could it be her? Was she Michael’s mother? It couldn’t be. That headless woman who died a horrible death couldn’t be his mother.
I changed the subject quickly to get that thought out of my mind.
“Hey, Mr. Thirty-year old. You never told me your birthday?”
“June 27
th
” he chuckled.
“Michael, it already passed. Why didn’t you tell me?” I whined like a child.
“Looks like you’re not the only one who doesn’t like to celebrate her birthday.” He smiled. “I’m getting old.”
“I’m going to change into this beautiful silk bra and panties you bought me. Then you can show me how old you really are.” His eyes lit up and I shook my ass all the way to the bathroom. I turned around to look at him and there was a solemn look in his eyes.
He had a memory of his…and he
didn’t want to share.
Margaret and I shopped for my wedding dress, and though I wanted it to be a traditional white dress, I wanted to stand out in some way. I tried on about twenty-five dresses and I asked the salesperson if they could dye any dress peach. By the look on her face, she thought that I was crazy. So I skipped the idea and tried on the last dress, a Duchess Satin wedding gown with an elaborately beaded waistband.
That was it!
My heart skipped a beat…it was beautiful, and it was perfect. Margaret said I looked like a princess and Michael would fall in love with me all over again the day I walk down the aisle.
My mother would have been proud of me today. I had finally made up my mind about something. She would have loved Michael. I’m sure on that day my father will be rolling over in his grave. No need to worry, I thought to myself, I’m not marrying an animal like you Dad. You’ll never be right about Michael.
Never.
***
I woke up the next morning holding on to my belly. I had the worst dream in the world and it didn’t involve the monster underneath my bed, my father. I was reliving the nightmare the day I walked into the emergency room at Mount Sinai, and I was bleeding, but in my dream I was holding a baby boy with beautiful deep dark blue-grey eyes. I inhaled deeply staring at Michael’s angelic face as he slept on his side. My guilt brought all sorts of pain shooting through my body
,
and I hated myself for what had happened. I shook the thought and admired the god-like specimen that I had the honor of viewing all to myself. His broad shoulders, tight chest, and beautiful oval eyes closed tightly, made me want to slide my hot, naked body against him. I slid over an inch and skimmed my breasts against his chest. He moved a little and I moved in a little closer. I took his hand and placed it on my hip then slid it over my ass. His eyes opened and he smiled.
“Good morning,” he said as his arousal pulsated against my thigh.
“Good morning,” I blushed as I pushed closer against his erection.
“You’ll soon be Mrs. Hunter,” he whispered.
“Jenesis Hunter, sounds beautiful and…perfect,” I said softly. I pressed my body against his, and he wasted no time lifting my leg and sinking his arousal slowly into me. I pushed back into him and he slowly, gently, filled me up completely. I could never get used to his size, it was abnormal…but in a good way.
“It’s always like making love to you for the first time.” He whispered in my ear as he turned me flat on my back against the mattress.
“You can use the word fuck, you know.” I giggled against his lips.
“I know, I could use the word fuck, the word me, the word hard,” he murmured against my mouth, sucking on my bottom lip gently and sliding his tongue inside of my mouth. His kiss made me instantly moist between my legs, starting a fiery yearning for his love only he could extinguish.
“Fuck me hard, Michael, Fuck me really hard,” I said as I pulled away from his lips. He flipped me over onto my stomach.
“Put your ass up, baby. I’m going to fuck you the way you want it, hard and fast.” He slammed into me without a moment’s notice and I let out a yelp. He slid his hand around underneath my belly until he felt my throbbing clit. He used his thumb to massage it, his fingers coated with my arousal. I turned around and glanced at him. He placed his fingers seductively against his lips and licked them with his velvet tongue. My arousal intensified and I gasped for air as he pumped into me
…
har
d
. I gripped onto the bed sheets tightly, trying not to lose my balance with each mind-blowing thrust. He was fucking me senseless and I couldn’t help but cry out as he slammed into me, the feeling was harsh, but erotic at the same time. He was rock hard and he rattled my body like no other. His breathing was erratic and he grunted as he banged into me continuously. I could feel my core tightening. My release was overpowering my body making my legs tremble beneath him.
“Baby, you feel so fucking good.” I pushed my ass against him as hard as I could, contracting my muscles around him to grab a hold of his thick, hard arousal. “Don’t do that, baby!” he said through gritted teeth trying to contain himself. “You’re gonna to make me come.”
“Come with me, Michael” I whispered. He flipped me over and threw me down on the bed on my back. My head went back as I arched my back and lifted my hips to keep my grasp on him tightly. He pumped into me in a merciless rhythm the way only he could, taking me to heaven over and over. He pinned my wrists against the mattress with his hands, leaning over me, kissing the side of my neck tenderly. I could feel his tongue tracing my earlobe as he released one hand from my wrists and slid it down to my breasts. My nipples hardened immediately as he pinched them between his fingers gently, then pulled on them hard, circling his tongue around them. I glanced up at him, our eyes locking in that split second. I could see how much he wanted to hurt me, his eyes lit up, his hands groping every inch of my body, claiming it as his own. At that moment, his thrusts became harder and faster, I wrapped my legs around him so tightly I could feel him tearing right through me. I could feel myself ready to explode.
“Michael, I’m so close,” I shouted, my muscles starting to contract around him.
“I’m coming right now baby.” His head snapped back. “Yes baby, fuck!” He bit his bottom lip and thrust into me at full speed. “God, Baby, yes!” he yelled.
I shattered around him as he came inside of me, losing my mind in the process, seeing stars and fucking rockets as I closed my eyes yelling out his name.
“Michael!”
He fell on top of me, barely breathing, sliding his chest against my sweaty, shuddering body. He grabbed my hair and pushed inside of me as hard as he could. His hand was gripped tightly around my pony tail, yanking it to the rhythm of his thrusts. I cried out and bit my lip until it bled. I could taste the coppery mixture of blood and sweat on my tongue and I came again so hard it actually hurt. The feeling of pleasure was soon masked by the throbbing pain of my swollen insides. I tried to push him away with my hands against his chest. He didn’t budge.
“Michael! You’re hurting me!” I yelled.
“Baby, hold on!” He glared into my eyes, but his stare was dark and indifferent. He continued slamming into me, jerking inside of me as he held me down, yanking my hair, moaning and grunting like he’s never fucked me in his life.
“Michael, please.” I whispered. I lost my breath, I felt dizzy, and I wanted him to get off of me. My body was aching and my swollen, tender flesh was throbbing in agony. He finally let out of cry of relief, enough to stop pushing himself inside of me. I pushed Michael off of me with my hands, and he plopped over to the side of the bed, panting and sweating as his manhood jolted on top of him, releasing whatever was left in him.
I sat up slowly, covering myself with the blanket then glancing over at Michael. His eyes were closed and he was breathless. I got up and walked over to the bathroom. I turned on the bath water and let the tub fill up. I sat on the toilet placing my hands between my legs to wipe myself clean. I shook my head as my fingers skimmed my tender folds that were engorged and sore. I stepped into the tub, sliding under the warm water, submerging myself underneath it to alleviate the discomfort.