You are invited to the wedding of the century…
700 guests and counting.
All Blake’s tiger wanted was a small wedding in her parents’ backyard.
But with Blake’s controlling mother calling the shots, not to mention the wedding planner from hell, Jennifer’s patience is tested.
Meanwhile, Blake has to deal with a skeleton in the closet: a jealous, delusional woman from his past who harbors a secret…
A big secret…one that threatens to tear the perfect couple apart.
Will Blake and Jennifer get their happily ever after?
The THAT MAN series concludes with the epic, gripping final episode, coming in December 2014.
THAT MAN 4
“Are you ready for Part 2 of this gift?”
My tiger eyed me suspiciously. “And that would be—”
“The fun part. You get to ride me.”
Jen’s face lit up like a little kid about to go on one of those coin-operated mechanical horsey rides. Wasting no time, she tore off the boxers of mine she was wearing and repositioned herself, straddling my lap with my cock impaled inside her. Gripping her hips, I bucked her hard as she rode me up and down. I hissed. Fuck, yeah! This was good. So fucking good and for both of us. Holding on to my shoulders, she got to control the pace while I got to go as deep and as hard as I could. I repeatedly hit her G-spot with each powerful thrust. She shrieked with pleasure each time I did.
I gazed at her heated face. Her head arched back, she looked so impassioned, and I was mesmerized by the way the dangling earrings I’d just given her shook and shimmered. Quivering as if they were having little orgasms of their own. I was tempted to nibble her lobes but worried in my state of lust I might bite off an earring and swallow it whole.
I gripped her hips tighter as she accelerated her pace. The friction and heat of her rubbing against my thick length felt so fucking amazing.
“Do you like your present?”
“Oh, God, yes!” she panted out. “I’m so close to coming!”
“Good, baby,” I groaned.
On the next deep thrust, she fell apart with a thunderous “Yes” and I could feel her throbbing all around my pulsing cock. Her body shook as I grunted out my ownexplosive climax and met hers full on. Spent and sweaty, we collapsed onto each other, her arms wrapping around me. We stayed in that position for several sweet minutes as we rode our orgasms out.
Five minutes later, we were nestled side by side, her head resting on my chest. We were almost recovered. Now close to five, the sun had begun its disappearing act and cast a mellow amber glow.
Jen traced lazy, ticklish circles on my chest. “Baby, I’ll never be able to top that birthday present.”
I playfully flicked the tip of her cute upturned nose. “Don’t worry, you will.”
“Do you have something in mind?”
“Yeah, I do.” I was turning the big three-O.
“How ‘bout a hint?”
“I want to wake up to my wife.”
I felt her jolt against me. “What are you saying, Blake?”
“What I’m saying is that I want to marry you on the day before my birthday.”
“December 20th? Gosh, Blake. That’s only two months away.”
“Jen, we’ve been engaged for over five months and it’s time to set a date. My mother has been driving me crazy.”
Jen giggled. “Mine too. I keep telling her that we’ve just been too busy at work.”
Which was true. Except I’d checked our calendars and had come to the conclusion that Saturday, the 20th, would be a perfect time to get married. With Christmas around the corner, most of our SIN-TV productions would be shut down and our offices would be closed until January 3rd—giving us an opportunity to go on a two-week honeymoon. I explained all this to Jen. She agreed. It made total sense.
She rolled on top of me and gave me a hot spontaneous kiss. “Oh my God, Blake, we’re really going to get married!” The excitement in her voice was contagious. I smashed my lips against hers. “Yes, you’re going to become Mrs. Blake Burns, and tonight we’re going to break the news to our parents.”
“My mother is going to be so excited!” Jen beamed. “She’s been planning our wedding forever.”
I didn’t know if Jen could feel my heart skip a beat. I quietly gulped. And so had my mother. Instead of letting her know this, I urged her to take a shower with me and get ready for our dinner.
The future Mrs. Blake Burns had another surprise in store.
“You spent the day with Grandma?”
“Yes. She’s amazing.”
I heard a spoon clink against a bowl.
“Okay, baby, now try one of my matzo balls.” I felt her warm breath against my neck as she blew on the ball. The sexy sound and sensation made my cock flex.
“Take a bite and tell me what you think.”
My lips clamped down on the fluffy ball and I bit into it.
“Wow! It’s delicious. As good as Grandma’s.”
Still blindfolded, I could imagine my tiger’s adorable smile as I swallowed.
“She taught me the trick to the balls. You have to use club soda.”
“Soda shmoda,” I mock-mimicked Grandma. “Let me have another taste.”
In my mind’s eye, I could see her lips going down on the tender ball. Circling around it. Taking it into her mouth. My pulse sped up, and my own balls tightened as my cock strained against my jeans. What was it with matzo balls and Jen that turned me on every fucking time?
“Are there any other tricks to the balls?”
“Uh-huh. There’s an art to rolling them.”
Seriously? My cock was going stir crazy.
As if she read my mind, she yanked down my fly. Commando, Mr. Burns came flying out. She curled her fingers around my enormous erection, and getting down on her knees, began stroking it, hard just the way I liked it. Then, without stopping her hand action, she flicked her tongue along my smooth sack of balls, hitting a spot on the bottom that made me want to jump out of my skin. Holy shit! And if I wasn’t already on my way to heaven, she wrapped her soft lips around them, rolling them around in her hot, hungry mouth, one big ball at a time. An insufferable electrical current spread from my head to my toes, the blindfold heightening the sparks I was feeling. Squirming on the counter, I fisted her hair.
“Jesus, tiger,” I hissed. “Is this what Grandma taught you?”
“Mmm hmm,” she moaned, feverishly sucking my balls and pumping my dick. It felt fan-fucking-tastic. She was making my soup to nuts fantasy a reality. Who cared if the soup was getting cold when my balls were on fire? An orgasm of titanic proportions was not far away. That telltale tingly feeling of fullness saturated my cock, and in a harsh breath, I came all over Jen’s talented hand.
Back on her feet, she undid the tie. I blinked. My river of release was seeping through her fingers. She gazed at me, her green eyes glistening with pride. “Did you like that?”
Hell, yeah. I took her into my arms. “Is this going to be one of our rituals as husband and wife?”
She smiled sheepishly. “It could be.”
“What other tricks did Grandma teach you?”
“What you can do with an apron is amazing.”
Leave it to my sex-crazed Grandma. I glanced down at the sexy little one strewn her around her waist. “I’m eager to find out.”