Tays and Mari were the best part of our daughters’ lives. They taught us so much, helping us be the best parents we could be to our little girls. We didn’t hold them back from their culture or stop them from experiencing life. Carrig even introduced them to his family, giving them even more people they could look up to and appreciate. We taught all of our kids how racism affected others, especially their sister Addie.
We wanted them to be prepared for life and were willing to do anything to protect each other if anything were to happen. With them all being so close in age, it reassured me they’d all be close.
“Awe, love,” Tays cooed, holding my daughter to her chest. “You can come over anytime. We can have a sleepover and do makeup.” The offer had Addie wiggling with joy.
“Daddy, can I?”
“Whenever they can have you, baby.” Her eyes lit up and she blew me a kiss. I couldn’t keep the appreciation from my face. Tays looked at Royce, her expression filled with love.
“We going to tell them?” she asked him.
Royce took a big gulp of his water, then looked at me. The pride in his expression made my skin prickle with awareness.
“We’re having a baby,” he boasted, his face a little red from nerves, but the way Tays stared at him in adoration let me know he felt so fucking proud.
“That’s phenomenal!” I shouted, trying not to be so loud. Andy came in with the rolls, veggies, and potatoes. Her eyes widened.
“What’s phenomenal?”
“They’re having a baby.” Andy bit her lip, the little mischievous look telling me she already knew.
“Congrats!” she practically yelled, setting everything down to go to her best friend. They hugged, holding little Addie in between them
“Does this mean I’m going to have another best friend?” Addie asked, her little eyes lit up with excitement.
“Yes, baby, another best friend.”
Tays’s eyes prickled at the edges, wetness pooling. Andy hugged her for a long time and the way my life felt so whole at this moment made my heart soar.
My life wasn’t always easy, but now that I had Andy and my family, it was the best feeling in the world.
Andy
Watching Madden take care of our children, doting on each one, loving them each the way they needed, had me emotional constantly. We had four healthy, beautiful, and happy children. There was nothing I wanted more than to love them endlessly.
They grew so quickly and my heart ached, knowing we only had them for so many years until the world got to take them.
All I ever tried doing was being the best mom and support system they could have. Madden kissed all our babies’ heads before shutting each of their doors.
He eyed me with love and I was sure the lust seeping from me stained the air with a spectrum of colors. There was nothing more attractive about my husband than seeing the way he took care of our kids. He was patient, kind, loving, and he sacrificed everything for them.
He strode over to me, his expression morphing from amusement to fire. In seconds, the molten way he ate the distance between us had my skin prickling with awareness. I fucking loved this man more than living and he never ceased to amaze me.
Gripping my throat, he shoved his tongue into my mouth, taking me by storm. He lifted me soon after, my legs wrapping around him subconsciously as he carried me to our room. His cock was already hard, pressed against my center, the heat driving me wild.
He opened our door, shutting it behind us and locking it. Our kids didn’t know what knocking was yet. At least not when it came to us. While we always made sure to give them their privacy, they didn’t offer us the same.
He practically tossed me on the bed as soon as we got there, ripping at his shirt and pants right after. No time was wasted, we knew our sex usually had to be rushed, a few quickies here and there.
Having kids taught us how to fuck quickly and in the most random places. He took me where he could get me and I had to bite him to silence the moans. Right now, though, he devoured me slowly with his eyes, so many promises in them.
Lifting up my shirt, he threw it, then took off my bottoms. He didn’t bat an eye when I spread my legs. We wanted it too much to test our edging limits. I’d been thinking about him fucking me all night. He teased me under the table while Royce and Tays sat there, eating their food. He fingered me while we were watching a movie in the theater room with them after our kids had already gone to play.
As he sank to his knees, leaning into my clit, my body throbbed with the torture he put me through for hours.
His tongue slowly glided against my swollen flesh, his fingers spreading me so he hit the spot every time.
Swirling, he flicked my clit purposefully. I squirmed, unable to help the neediness. “Please, baby,” I begged, needing more. I wanted him to fuck me so hard for so long and over and over.
“Please what, wife? Use your mouth before I fuck it and force you to.”
“Please fuck me, make me come, please, Madden,” I begged, feeling the wetness seep out of me like a faucet.
He lapped at my pussy, groaning loudly. “You’re such a fucking mess. I guess I’ll have to clean it up myself,” he chastised before fucking me with his tongue. He dipped in, thrusting repeatedly. Then his fingers joined him as he speared me with them and his tongue.
After a shuddering orgasm, he climbed over me and thrust into me harshly. “Fuck, your cunt was handmade for me, little demon.”
He rutted into me fast, then slow, then hard, then deeper. My body shook as he continued to pound into me, holding my tits as his leverage. When he shook above me, releasing, I cried out, following him too.
His mouth came down on me, kissing my mouth. He pulled out of me, climbing above my chest, all the way to my mouth, tapping my lips with his spent cock.
“Suck me clean, wife,” he besmirched, rubbing his cum-covered cock over my lips and cheeks. I flicked my tongue at him, teasingly.
He slapped my cheek with his length, his eyes dark, a warning. I smiled at him, taking him into my mouth. One of my favorite parts of sex with Madden was his ability to make me feel like a whore and queen in the same breath. I loved him degrading me, using me, then kissing my cunt until I screamed. He knelt at my feet and let me sit on his face as if it were a throne. And fuck, did he have a nice face.
His cock hardened as I took him into my mouth, licking him clean. His stamina hadn’t died over the years; if anything, he became more insatiable.
He fucked into my mouth, reaching back and fingering my pussy. We gyrated and got more and more worked up.
When I thought he’d blow, he pulled out and laid flat on our bed. His grunts as he stroked himself had my skin tingling.
“Sit on my face, wife. Your throne is all polished,” he commanded. I didn’t have to be told twice. Madden wasn’t embarrassed about wanting specific things, and one of those things was having me sit on his face backward. So he could stimulate me from both holes and watch me squirt.
Climbing his body, I put my pussy and ass up toward his mouth, where I could reach his cock and ass too. He put a pillow behind him, inclining his head so I could reach him better and he could fuck me deeper.
Leaning forward, I slapped his thighs like he did mine on so many occasions. He spread them and I went straight for his asshole.
Madden let me play with him early on in our marriage. He liked being fucked, and being pansexual, he experienced a bit of ass play before me. Unfortunately. Not full-on sex, but he knew how good it felt to have his prostate played with.