“I understand, but there’s a problem.”
His hesitation makes me a bit concerned. Danny has always been extremely forward and direct. “What’s the problem?”
He sighs, and then finally speaks. “If it’s the person I’m assuming it is, it has just gotten a lot more complicated.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s your father.” White-hot rage fills my belly as I consider the pain he’s caused and the fact that he had a hand in my wife’s abduction.
“What do you know?”
“We need to sit down and discuss this. I need to be completely sure he’s involved and not just a fall guy.”
“I want to meet in my home office as soon as possible,” I grit out.
“I’m at home, but I can be there shortly.”
“Good, thanks.”
“Landon, what’s going on,” Lara asks softly, sleepily as she stretches.
I walk back to the bed and help her lie back down. She’s not supposed to walk on her feet for the next couple of days at the very least as she heals, so there’s a bucket next to the bed if she wakes up sick. I brush her hair back, looking to see if she’s feeling well. I don’t see any signs of illness. “Just some business stuff. Danny’s on his way here. It’s early morning, so go back to bed, love. Unless you need me to take you to the bathroom.”
She huffs, “No, I’m good. You promised not to lie to me, but I’m too tired to ask right now. I won’t forget this, Mr. Black.”
“Then we’ll talk about it after you rest. That’s the most important thing to me. I want you to be back to normal, and you need to recover. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“Do you promise?”
“That I love you? Of course.”
“No. That you’ll tell me.”
“I promise.” I kiss her lips softly and then a groan escapes from me because I can’t get enough, so I thrust my hands into her hair and press my tongue inside. “Lara.” I climb back on the bed, forgetting about Danny because all that matters is getting more of my wife. My dick grinds on her pussy through the sheets and our clothes. I push them away, wanting to get closer. We haven’t had sex since the abduction, and I crave my wife more than air.
“Landon, I need you,” she whimpers.
“I know, but you’re too hurt, baby.”
“I’m hurting for you.”
“Okay—how about I take care of that little kitten and then you get back to sleep.”
“What about you?”
“Honey, I know the second you’re coming and calling my name, I’m going to nut in my boxers.”
“That seems like a waste.” She licks her lips, and the thought of shoving my cock down her throat while I grip her fucking hair roughly floods my brain.
“I’d love to be inside you, but I don’t think I could control myself right now with the way I’m feeling. I worship you, Lara, and hurting you is the last thing I’d ever want to do.”
“Please, Landon. I need to feel you. I promise my feet are protected and the baby is safe.”
“If I hurt you, tell me to stop, okay?”
“Yes, my lover.” I lift her nightgown up her body, dropping my head down to her pussy, swiping my tongue along her wet lips. She spreads her legs wide for me, and I quickly stand to remove my boxers because I need to be inside her. The last vestiges of my control have faded. I press my fingers to her hot entrance, testing her, and feel her need matching mine.
“I love you, but you’re going to have to be quiet. Your parents are in the other room.”
“I’ll be a good girl.”
“Good, because I can’t spank your ass yet.” She pouts prettily like she wanted to get a good spanking, but that’s pushing me past the brink and she’s hurt. I gently press the tip inside until her hole sucks me in, sending me a few more inches deeper. I want to be buried balls deep, but I’m trying to go slow.
“Landon, please. I can handle it. Give me that big cock.”
“Suck on my finger, babe, so I can keep that mouth quiet, and then I’ll fuck that pretty cunt.” I stick my index finger between her lips and watch as she wraps it up, giving it a good lick before sucking. “You’re such a good girl,” I grunt, slamming my cock until she can feel me in her gut.
She moans around my finger as I pump in and out, sweat and heat spreading down my spine as my orgasm stings my nerves, itching to shoot my load with every stroke. “I love you. Whatever I do, I do for you.” I pull my hand away from her mouth and replace it with my mouth. I have to kiss my love as I lose it. My hips roll faster and faster, driving into her, banging our headboard against the wall, leaving no doubt that I’m drilling her to the mattress. Still, I have no intention of stopping until I catch her cries with my kiss.