She smiled and did as she was told, without comment. I decided that deserved a reward and shuffled over to position myself right behind her. “Up onto your feet,” I encouraged her. Sitting on my heels, I was at the perfect height, and I gripped her ass cheeks and spread them so I could lean down and lick her pussy. She shuddered at the first feel of my tongue and it urged me to keep going.
My cock was strung so tight, I worried it might break the skin, and it was leaking a steady stream of pre-come. But she tasted so good, I tried to shove away the pain as I ate her to orgasm. Her legs shook violently as she came and I helped her drop carefully back to her knees.
Lifting up, I grabbed my cock and traced the little metal balls through her lips, burning at the sound of her whimpers. The sight of her creamy, white flesh beckoned to me and before I thought any more, my hand landed on one cheek with a crack. Aspen gasped and tensed. I watched to make sure she was okay and smiled when I realized she was practically vibrating with passion. Her thighs were wet, her arousal dripping out and coating the skin.
I slapped her other cheek and she cried out, her ass thrusting back into me. Fuck. I had the perfect woman.
Grabbing my cock, I lined it up and thrust balls deep into her pussy. My eyes glazed over at the intense pleasure and I held still for a beat, savoring the feeling. Her hips bucked backwards slightly, trying to force me to move.
I slapped her ass again. “Impatient, beautiful?”
“Please.”
Gripping her hips hard, I pulled out and drove back in. “No need to beg, baby. I’d rather hear you screaming my name. Unfortunately, that might wake our little cock-blocker.” I repeated the in and out movement. Then I lifted her with my hand around her throat, administering just a little pressure. “Can you be quiet or do I need to gag you?”
I shifted my grip so I could turn her head and steal her lips for a wet, soul deep kiss. Then I helped her back into position, holding on to the headboard.
“I don’t want to hear more than a whimper while I fuck this pussy, understand?” She nodded, and I loosened the reins I’d held on my control.
Again and again, I dragged my cock along her walls until I was almost all the way out, then thrust in hard, our skin slapping together as I bottomed out. Little by little, I lost every thread of my sanity until I was fucking her so hard, I knew she’d be sore for a week. I loved the idea that she would feel me for days and it urged my frenzy, fueling my powerful drives.
“I could live in your pussy, Aspen. So fucking tight. Damn, you’re going to be sore as fuck tomorrow and that makes me so damn hard.”
She started to shake, and I slid a hand up her dewy back and into her hair. Clasping a handful of the silky strands, I yanked gently as I pushed inside again. She moaned and her knuckles turned white from gripping the headboard.
“You’re close? Aren’t you, beautiful?” She bounced her head up and down frantically. “Together,” I ground out through clenched teeth. My balls were drawn up tight, shots of electricity seemed to be shooting straight to my dick from every nerve. With one finger, I circled her little bud, driving her closer and closer to completion.
“I fucking love feeling you come around my cock, Aspen. It’s like nothing else in this world. So tight and hot. That’s right, I feel you there.”
I pinched. “Come, Aspen,” I growled. She exploded, throwing her head back in ecstasy, biting her lip so hard I saw a tiny drop of blood.
“Fuck! Yes! Aspen, you’re so damn good. Fuck, yeah!” I was doing my best to keep my voice down, but when my orgasm finally barreled through me at warp speed, I shouted, “Fuck yes, beautiful!”
We both froze and our eyes strayed to the baby monitor. After thirty seconds of silence, the sensations roared back and I pumped hard as I emptied myself into Aspen’s greedy pussy.
I collapsed onto my side, taking her with me and dragging her over top so I could push back up into her silken heat.
She giggled. “Seems like you’re the one who needs a gag next time.”
I swatted her ass, but chuckled along with her. She wasn’t wrong.
“I love you,” she whispered. “And, I do trust you, I promise.” Her fingers traced my tattoos idly.
I looked down and lifted her chin with a finger. “Thank you.” Brushing her hair back off of her forehead, I stared into those chocolate depths and felt every emotion inside me reflected back. “You are everything to me, Aspen. Don’t ever doubt how much I love you. You and Carter both.” I grinned. “And all of our other babies.” My cock immediately hardened, as though it knew it had a job to do and there was no rest for the weary.
Aspen’s head popped up and she gaped at me. “Just how many time are you planning on knocking me up, Weston Davis?” she snapped without any real heat.
I smiled crookedly and watched her melt, right before my eyes. “I don’t know, beautiful. I’ll tell you when I’m tired of seeing you swollen with my babies and watching you feed them with your spectacular tits.” I bucked my hips and grasped her tits in my palms. “So . . . a lot.”
Epilogue
Aspen
Walking just inside the foyer of our home, I paused to listen to the sound of Carter’s giggles, mingled with Willow’s cooing noises, and Weston’s deep laughter. It was one of my favorite things to hear—my family’s happiness. Knowing how easily it could have all been taken from me by that crazy woman who’d stalked me in her attempt to have Weston for herself had made me value them even more.
Lifting a finger to my lips to let Macy know I wanted us to be as quiet as possible, I set my purse and shopping bags onto the side table and followed the noise to the living room, where we found them sprawled on the floor.
Carter was scooting around the floor on the ride-on giraffe toy his Auntie Jenna had given him last week for his first birthday. It was by far his favorite gift, which had prompted Weston to go out looking for something to top his sister’s present. The floppy-eared, brown puppy chewing on a bunny-shaped, squeaky toy under the coffee table had been his solution. Carter had squealed with joy when he’d brought the puppy home, waking up his baby sister who hadn’t seemed too impressed with Jazz when he’d licked her face and made her cry.
My gaze swept across the room to land on Willow. My sweet three-month-old baby girl was happily batting away at the toys hanging from her baby gym play mat. Weston had gotten his way, knocking me up again as soon as he’d swept back into my life. We’d only been in our new home for a couple weeks before morning sickness had kicked in and I’d finally realized what I hadn’t realized in the flurry of the move—I’d missed my period.
My second pregnancy had gone much more smoothly than the first, largely due to the fact that Weston wouldn’t have had it any other way. He’d been with me every step of the way, going to all my doctor’s appointments and reading just about every single pregnancy book that had been published in the past decade. He’d insisted we take Lamaze classes all over again since he’d missed it the first time around. And he’d held my hand without complaint throughout the ten hours of labor it took to give birth to our baby girl.
“It’s a good thing he’s tall,” Macy whispered behind me. “Or else he wouldn’t be able to play with both of them at the same time like that.”
I laughed lightly at the sight of Weston sprawled between our children, flicking at the teddy bear on Willow’s gym with one hand and using his other arm as a gate each time Carter circled around. His green eyes were shining with happiness when he glanced up and found us standing there staring at him. He rose to his feet with coiled grace and strode towards me to pull me into his body and capture my mouth with his own.
“Be gentle with her,” Macy warned. “She had a tough time this afternoon.”
Weston lifted his head and looked at my best friend like she was crazy. “Since when is shopping tough?”
“Shopping,” Macy drawled sarcastically. “Right.”
“Macy!” I hissed, elbowing her in the side.
“As much as I’
d love to stay and see how this all shakes out, I’d better run since I’ve got a hot date tonight.”
“Anyone I need to look into?” Weston asked, making me melt into him even more. I loved that my best friend and husband had grown into friends, once Macy had forgiven him for the misunderstanding which had left me alone for a year.
“Nah,” she laughed. “It’s nothing serious. Just a first date, but I’ll definitely take you up on it if the need ever arises. You’re way better than the usual internet searches a girl usually has to resort to using.”
She twirled away, offering us a wave over her shoulder as she headed out the way we’d come in.
“Your best friend’s a nut.”
“That she is,” I agreed.
“But what did she mean about you having a tough time today?” he asked worriedly, taking hold of my shoulders and setting me away from him so he could look me up and down.
“About that,” I sighed, twisting to the side and lifting my hair up. I knew the moment he caught sight of the bandage that had been hiding underneath. He tensed up, a muscle ticked in his jaw, and I swore I felt his anger fill the room.
“How the hell did you get hurt?”
“It’s not an injury,” I reassured him. “Nobody hurt me. Well, not any more than I asked them to.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” he growled.
“It’ll be easier to show you than to explain. Can you help me with the bandage?”
His fingers were extra gentle as he peeled back the tape and lifted up an edge on the white gauze. “Aspen,” he groaned. “You went and got a tattoo without me?”
“I wouldn’t have been able to surprise you if you’d been there.”