A moan hit my ear and snapped my attention to the woman writhing on my bed. She was close. I could tell by the uncontrollable roll of her hips. I smacked her hand away before grabbing her thighs and pressing them against the bed.
“She-devil,” I whispered before biting the soft flesh of the inside of her thigh. I ran my tongue across her opening, taking my first taste in days of her sweet musk. A groan left me and I licked deeper, then flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue, making her jump before starting over again.
I’d barely begun when her hands gripped my hair, holding me against her as she moved across my face.
Not today.
I tightened my grip on her hips and held her still, going in for the final blow.
“Fuck!” she hissed when I took her clit between my teeth. Another low whimper, thighs clamped around my head, her body shaking almost unable to contain the pleasure that rocked her.
She shattered, and I slowly lapped at her until she calmed down.
With a last kiss, I slipped her panties back in place and stood. I knew my eyes were dark with lust. All I wanted to do was bury myself between her thighs and find release.
“Daddy! We go!” Kinsey called from the doorway, then ran back out.
Roe looked pleasantly sated as she smiled at me. I loved that look, but right then I hated it because I needed a release I wasn’t going to get.
“You owe me. I’m talking balls-deep, throat-fucking blow job.”
Her eyes flashed in excitement. “Whatever my husband wishes.”
I glared at her. “Your husband wishes not to go to the park at full fucking attention. If I go to jail, you’re going to tell the judge why I’m in this state.”
“Yes, my love,” she said sweetly.
I moved to the bathroom to wipe my face off before returning to the bedroom. Roe was almost asleep again, and I bent down and pressed my lips to her forehead.
“I love you.”
“Luf you,” she managed to whisper, though almost incoherent.
“We’ll be back,” I said and found her completely gone to the world.
On the elevator ride down I tried to will my dick to calm down, but I knew that was going to be a problem, because what I felt couldn’t be cured by cold water thoughts and baseball.
No, not today. My wife was pregnant, and we were going to expand our family.
“Ready, Daddy?” Kinsey asked.
“Yes, baby boo,” I said with a smile. It was the absolute truth I felt in my soul.
I was ready to spend the rest of my life happy in the arms of my family.
A last note from Roe…
On March first, Malcolm Alexander Carthwright was born. It was Thane’s idea to name our son after my father.
I no longer had one foot out the door. No, both feet were snuggled under Thane’s leg. He kept them nice and warm, just like my heart.
I used to believe that I wasn’t destined for true love. It was just in fairy tales and romance novels, but Thane proved that real life could offer a deeper love than any story. That love was more powerful than all my self-doubts and trust issues.
Our story was just beginning, with the first pieces in place, and I couldn’t wait to spend the rest of my life surrounded by the ones I loved.
The End
To Danielle for helping me wrangle the arrogant ass.
To my boo, Massy, for always believing in me and all of her “You know I love you…” nuggets of wisdom. You are my rock.
Come & Go—Juice WRLD
Savage Love—Jawsh 685
X—Jonas Brothers (feat. KAROL G)
Break My Heart—Dua Lipa
Blinding Lights—The Weekend
What A Man Gotta Do—Jonas Brothers
Capital Letters—Hailee Steinfeld & BloodPop
Before You Go—Lewis Capaldi
Bang!—AJR
Raising Hell—Kesha (feat. Big Freedia)
Trampoline—SHAED
Senorita—Shawn Mendes & Camila Cabello
K.I. Lynn is the USA Today Bestselling Author from The Bend Anthology and the Amazon Bestsellers, Breach and Becoming Mrs Lockwood. She spent her life in the arts, everything from music to painting and ceramics, then to writing. Characters have always run around in her head, acting out their stories, but it wasn’t until later in life she would put them to pen. It would turn out to be the one thing she was really passionate about.
Since she began posting stories online, she’s garnered acclaim for her diverse stories and hard hitting writing style. Two stories and characters are never the same, her brain moving through different ideas faster than she can write them down as it also plots its quest for world domination…or cheese. Whichever is easier to obtain… Usually it’s cheese.
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I am the ruler.
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