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WEST, AKA THE REDEEMABLE BONEHEAD
As if my day wasn’tfricking awesome enough, Alexis works my cock into an erection and tries riding it. Of course, that doesn’t work. She isn’t wet or relaxed enough to shove my size into her body. However, I’m more than eager to suck on her tiny pink nipples until her pussy’s willing.
Alexis has a lot of power in her lanky body. She straddles me while wearing a sweet little grin. Moving her hips, she takes me deeper until I bottom out. Alexis groans at the feel of being so full. Her hips find their rhythm as she rests her hands on my chest and smiles at me.
The sight of her so beautiful and confident leaves me nearly too stunned to participate. I finally remember how this is really happening and not another one of my fantasies. My fingers tease her hard little nipples, making her pussy clench tighter around my cock. We groan together from the added pleasure.
My dream girl makes me feel fearless. She inspires me to change my entire life. Nothing is more certain than how I love Alexis.
When she comes hard, riding my dick through her powerful orgasm, her pussy demands I submit and spiral into the same hot, intense pleasure. Alexis kisses me, seeming startled by how she commanded both of our bodies. I wrap her in my arms and promise her life will always be bright and warm.
But first...
“My mom wants you to come to dinner tomorrow,” I say as we relax against each other in the quiet room.
“Is that something I can fake an illness to get out of?”
Taking her hand as we rest on our backs, I explain, “I’m very close to my family, and I love you. Avoiding them isn’t the answer.”
Alexis doesn’t respond immediately. Her silence acts as a shock up my spine. I’m edgy now, torn between my family’s need to embrace Alexis and her urge to feel safe from their judgment.
“Do I have to bring anything to dinner?” she finally asks after her fingers tease my palm.
Grinning, I turn over and kiss her lips. “I’ll have your back the entire time.”
“Are they a terrifying force of evil? Should I get my will in order? I suspect Juno would like to inherit my crystal ball. Zelda would probably like my shoes.”
Unable to lie when she’s gloriously, nakedly vulnerable next to me, I explain, “They’re true believers in our family’s superiority. But that’s not as bad as it sounds.”
“Uh-huh,” she mutters and rests my hand on her belly. “I knew people like that in Fork Falls.”
“But it’s different. People used to look down on my family. Now, people smile and treat us with fearful respect. That wasn’t always the case. My family had to build up their reputation through sheer unwillingness to view themselves as anything less than the best.”
“Hey, I do that,” she says and turns over to smile at me. “I give myself pep talks about how I’m a savvy business owner and own an adventurous spirit. I figure if I say the words enough, maybe they’ll come true.”
“See, you get it. You’re just lower on the success ladder right now.”
Alexis strokes my jaw, seeming to consider a better future. “How do I impress your family?”
“Don’t do anything different. If this was a family you’d only see on holidays, you could put on an act. But you’ll see mine every day, so be yourself.”
“Every flippin’ day?” she asks, wearing a horrified expression.
“We’ll live on the homestead.”
“Why exactly? Like, is it a rule?”
“No, but that’s where my people are,” I explain, uneasy with her unease at living around my family. “We have our own community. We’re always hanging out at each other’s places.”
Alexis gives me a weird scowl. “What if they hate me?”
“They won’t. They’ll give you crap in the beginning, sure. We never stop screwing with each other. My brother and cousin are my best friends, but I constantly knock them down and refer to them as ‘spunk waste.’ That’s just how we goof around.”
“But their insults for me will be real.”
“In the beginning, maybe,” I say, worried my family might hurt Alexis’s heart. “Eventually, they’ll just pretend.”
“So, I could theoretically pretend they’re pretending now, right?” she asks, revealing her savvy, scrappy side.
