“We can’t do it in here. What about all the coats?” She panics.

“Fuck the coats. You gonna tease me all night in this white dress?”

“I wasn’t teasing you, I—”

I want my mouth back on hers. Our tongues are in a battle, feverishly fighting until she lets out a deep moan, the one that makes me rock hard, wanting to explode. I don’t have much time so I quickly flip her around, pushing her against the wall again, this time with her back to me until all I can see is that sweet ass of hers. I lift the corner of her dress, exposing one cheek. She’s wearing those French laced panties that made me blow in my pants last time. Fuck. With her skin in full view, I grab my palm and slap her ass hard enough for her to let out a squeal.

“Guess you can’t be quiet, huh?” I mock.

There are fancy coats hanging beside me. Designer labels, probably. I grab the white one closest to me and pull the belt off the coat. It’s soft and will do the job. I take the belt and place it over her head, then cover her mouth. Pulling it back around her head, I tie a knot so it’s firm but not too tight.

Moving her hair away from her ear, I lean in to whisper, “I’m going to fuck you now. It’s going to be hard, and you’re going to scream.”

Her body is waiting, the goose bumps forming along her precious skin. I don’t want to waste any more time and I unzip my pants till my cock is free. I slide my fingers into her panties and feel how soaking wet she is. Fuck me. My girl is ready for me. No more waiting. Just fuck her hard and make her come.

I grab my cock and just the slight touch causes me to moan. Pushing her panties aside, I slide myself in nice and hard, watching her arch her back as her knees begin to shake. I fucking love when her knees shake.

The tightness of her pussy feels like heaven. This is fucking torture…c’mon, your cock should be able to hold out for a couple more minutes.

Placing my hands on her shoulder, I push her against the wall, gripping tight as I continue to thrust into her. Sweat is dripping off my forehead, and unable to control my thirst, I slam harder while I lower my hand against her clit. Such a beautiful clit. It’s perfect…just the way I like it. Pink and swollen. I want it in my mouth. I want everything right now.

But time is running out.

I can’t be a complete jerk.

I loosen the belt enough for her to talk and let her dictate our happy ending by asking her how she wants me to make her come.

“My ass.”

When your girl tells you to make her come by fucking her in the ass, you better pull your cock out of her pussy fast before she changes her mind. My cock is dripping with her juices. I rub the tip and shaft against her hole. Her moans escape and I swiftly tighten the knot on the belt.

I always worried how she would cope with my piercing, but I soon found out that it gave her mind-blowing orgasms. So anal, yeah…that was my favorite fucking style.

I slide my cock into her ass slowly. As soon as I’m fully in, her body gives me the green light. Her skin against mine is making this delicious sound and as I lean in to rub her swollen clit again, my cock goes in deeper and her body shakes instantly. Her wild screams are muffled, but hey, I’m not  Superman. I ain’t got no superpower to stop what’s about to happen…

I’m fucking seeing stars, exploding inside her as the sensations ravage every part of me. I let out a deep, grumbling groan, tightening my grip on her shoulders. I didn’t want to hurt her but the marks I’ve left…they are red.

Our heavy pants echo through the confined room, and with a gentle kiss on her shoulder I ease my way out, slowly causing her to flinch. Untying the belt around her mouth, I throw it somewhere into the pile of coats as she turns around and adjusts her dress.

“You okay?” I ask while helping her with her dress.

With a wicked smile she fixes my shirt and straightens my tie. “If that’s the reaction I get out of you for wearing this dress, then I picked the right one for tonight.”

I stare into her eyes with a stern face. “No, that’s what happens when other men are trying to take what’s mine.”

“We talked about this. You’ve got to control your jealousy,” she reminds me gently.

“No, you talked and I refused to listen.”

“And I told you there’s nothing I can do to stop that from happening.”

Oh, there was something she could do. I just needed to get her home.

“Let’s go home,” I tell her, shutting down our disagreement.

On the cab ride home, she quietly leans her head against my shoulder, trying to stay awake. Her eyes begin to droop; I’ve learned that when you make Presley orgasm, she gets knocked out quick. It was cute, and many times I just have to go for round two with her half asleep.

The lights are off as we walk up the garden path and onto the porch. I fumble for my keys, nervously taking longer than usual.

“You want my keys?” She yawns.

I shake my head, finally getting the door open. She kicks off her shoes at the front door and bends to pick them up. God forbid you leave a pair of shoes at the front door. Miss OCD would have a heart attack.

“Come with me outside.”

“Now?” She yawns again. “I love you babe, but you took it out of me in the cloak room. How about you wake me up in a couple of hours and we’ll go again?”

“I don’t want you outside for that. I want to show you something,” I answer, slightly anxious. “And I’ll take you up on that offer of waking you up.”

She lets out a tired laugh and follows me to the back porch. I flick the back switch that lights up the entire garden. I’m proud of this fucking garden. Who would have thought that Haden Cooper had a green thumb? This backyard was a complete dump when we moved in and I turned it into something amazing. It wasn’t huge. Enough to have a small grass area for Masen and our dogs to run around in. The trees have been trimmed, and because California has warm nights, I decorated with fairy lights so we could enjoy being outside longer.

“Have I told you how much I love what you’ve done with our yard?” She beams.

I lean across to kiss the side of her neck. “Yes. But you can tell me again.”

She gently swats my arm as I walk her along the pebbled path to Masen’s swing set.

“Stay right here. Actually…close your eyes.”

“Okay,” she says with a curious smile, sitting down on the swing.

Around the back corner, I have hidden the two surprises that terrify me to the point that I’m going to have an anxiety attack. I grab the small one first and walk back towards her, placing the box in her hands.

“What’s this?”

“Open it.”

She cautiously unties the pink bow and lifts the lid of the box. With a loud gasp, she says, “It’s my Peaches ‘n Cream Barbie! How did you get this?”

Her beautiful eyes light up as she admires this precious childhood memory. “Your mom sent it to me. Now that you have a proper home, she thought you needed something that means a lot to you.”

“It does mean a lot. My god…she was everything I wanted to be.” She hugs the box and closes her eyes for a moment. Seeing how happy she is gives me the confidence to move forward with the next part of my plan.

“I was more of a GI Joe dude, but I’ll take your word for it.” I smirk. “I’ve got one more surprise for you if you sit here and behave, eyes closed.”

“I’m on my best behavior.” She salutes.

This time, I nervously walk behind the large oak tree. Taking deep breaths, I bend down, lift the surprise up, and walk back towards the swing. Placing it on the ground before her, I position it carefully and then ask her to open her eyes.

The look on her face is priceless. Shocked, she falls to her knees.

“How on earth did you get this here?”

“I have my ways.” I grin.

Barely able to speak, she places her hand inside and touches all the small furniture. “This was my dream house. I played with this every day when I was kid,” she tells me. “I spent hours in my room pretending that when I grew up, I would live happily ever after in this house. With my Ken.”