“And what are your plans now?”
“Whatever keeps you in my bed.” He captures my mouth kissing me hard with tongue, deep, sloppy, and wet.
“What movie you want to watch?” Wylla Mae calls down the stairs while I get our popcorn and drinks.
“You pick. Something with some action.” Last time she picked some sissy drama shit.
When I get upstairs, she’s bent down with her ass in the air going through my DVD collection. Her tan ass cheeks are hanging out the blue jean cutoffs she’s wearing. It’s taking all my control to not keep her right there once I’ve gotten them shorts off her and take her from behind.
Wylla Mae looks over her shoulder at me. “What are you doing?”
“Staring at your ass. Thinking about how fast I can get you out of those shorts and my dick in you.”
“East! I’m being serious.”
“So am I, baby. My dick’s been sad all day.”
“Stop it. We’re going to watch a movie.”
“What if we make our own movie.” I get rock hard at the thought.
“That and horny.”
She rolls her eyes and pops a movie into the blue-ray player. “Did you salt the popcorn?”
“Yes and added extra butter too. Just the way you like it.”
“Thank you, honey.” She hits me with that smile that could light up the world and my chest squeezes tight. Wylla Mae curls into me on the couch and the movie starts.
“What’d you pick?”
“A Bronx Tale?”
“You been taking notes.” I kiss her temple and she pops popcorn in her mouth.
We’re getting closer to her move in day for college. I don’t want her to go but fuck if I’ll be the one to hold her back. I can’t afford to be selfish though everything inside me screams to claim Wylla Mae and make her my Old Lady. I know when the time comes I gotta be strong for her and send her out into the world. If I could keep her right here like we are now forever I’d do it in a heartbeat. She’d resent me though for making her settle down too early. If I’d never fucked her it’d still been hard, but I’d been okay with it. But now I know how damn good she feels when I’m inside her. I know the sounds she makes when I make love to her. I know how she tastes. I know it all, and now I’ll never be whole until she’s completely mine and tied to me in every way possible. I could be an asshole and try to knock her up. Hell, we’ve not been careful about it all. Not even talked about it. It’s irresponsible as hell on my part. I know better but part of me wants that. To knock her up and tie her to me forever. The selfish bastard side of me wants nothing more than to see her stomach swelled with my baby in her.
“What are you thinking so hard about?”
“All the ways I’m going to make you come.”
“Is sex all you think about?”
“When you’re around, wearing these little fuckin’ shorts that should be illegal…hell yeah. My cock stays hard around you, baby. Makes me feel young again.”
“Stop it. You’re not even forty.”
“No, but I’m getting there. I don’t want to be sixty and raising a kid, Wylla Mae.”