Guarding His Obsession

Sucking her clit into my mouth, I graze it with my teeth, making her legs shake with need. I curl my fingers up, hitting her G spot, and start to work them in and out of her. Flicking her little nub with the end of my tongue is enough to send her over the edge.

Her legs tense, and her back bows off the bed while she screams my name into the pillow. Even after all these years, I haven’t gotten tired of that sound. There’s never been another woman who’s caught my attention or made me question for one second my devotion to Zoey. She’s the only woman who ever saw me for who I am, and she’s my reason for breathing.

Kissing the inside of her thighs, I rub my nose against her, just letting her ride her orgasm to its end while I pet her and give her little pecks of love.

“Mom?” I hear Brock’s voice and then a knock on the door.

Zoey giggles into the pillow, and I turn my head back toward the door. “Go away!” I yell as I climb up the bed and on top of Zoey. She’s shaking with laughter, and I move the pillow to whisper in her ear. “That was your fault this time.”

“What are you guys doing in there?” Amelia shouts from the other side of the door, and I roll my eyes.

“There’s money in my purse. Go get ice cream. Leave us alone!” Zoey yells, and then I hear the girls head back downstairs.

It’s all I can do not to fall on top of her laughing, but then she reaches between us and grabs my cock. All the laughter leaves me, and my desire shoots to the forefront.

“Orgasms, Hart. I want all of them.”

She guides my cock to her opening, and I thrust in the rest of the way. “Whatever you want, cupcake,” I grunt out as I start to move inside of her.

Leaning down, I suck on her hard nipple, needing something in my mouth to keep me quiet. It’s been almost two decades since I first got inside her, and her pussy still grips me tighter than anything I’ve ever known. Her warm, wet heat sucks me inside her, and I have to bite down on her nipple to keep from cumming. Her hands go to my back, her nails digging in, and I feel her clenches start again.

“Drake,” she moans, and she cums all over my cock.

There’s nothing sweeter than the feel of her pleasure on me and under me. Getting Zoey off is what gets me off, and I follow her into sweet oblivion.

When we both catch our breath and I take my mouth off of her nipple, I look up into her eyes.

She reaches between us, rubbing her hand over the space on my chest where her pink cupcake is tattooed. All these years later, she still looks at it and smiles. Just like the first time she saw it. I even had two more little cupcakes tattooed beside it to represent my little girls.

Seeing her like this is what makes my life worth living.

There are little fine lines around her beautiful eyes as she smiles up at me, and I can’t help but fall in love with each of them. Each one represents a smile she’s given me or our girls. Each crease is a memory I’ve shared with her, and each one I cherish.

“What?” she asks, smiling up at me.

“I love you, cupcake.”

“I love you, too, Drake. And I want another orgasm.”

Elle and Daniel aka Pink

It’s been fifteen years since the day I first saw Elle, and I never get tired of looking at her. She’s in the kitchen setting out lunches and making sure everything is ready to go for in the morning. I walk up behind her. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I bury my face in her neck and just breathe her in.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” she laughs as she rubs her ass against me.

“Who’s saying I won’t finish it?” She turns in my arms and gives me a kiss as she reaches down and grabs my ass. Leaning my forehead against hers, I think about all that we’ve shared these past years.

We’ve had six kids together—three boys and three girls—and Elle runs this place like a drill sergeant. I’m so proud of the mother she’s become and of how amazing she is, but I still like to get her riled up. She keeps us all organized, and I make sure to mess her schedule up every now and then to remind her that chaos can be fun, too. She gets bent out of shape, but getting her steamed up is half the fun.

“I’ve got to finish this and then set the coffee, fold the laundry, and get the hockey bags ready for practice after school. Then I need to—”

I put my finger over her lips and give her a look.

“Don’t give me that look, Pink,” she says, pushing my hand away. “I have too much to do.”

“Not tonight,” I say, and raise an eyebrow. “I’ve already done all that shit. It may not be the way you like it, but it’s done.”

She starts to talk, but I put my hand in her hair and grip a handful of it.

“I’m taking you upstairs. I want you to take your clothes off and get in the bath I ran for you. I’m going fuck you in it and then rub your feet.”

I feel her melt in my arms, and I know I’ve got her. I’ve always known Elle to be highly strung, but all she needs is a little control taken away and she’s like warm butter for me.

She likes everything done a certain way, but her dominance can only last so long. We both know who’s really in charge, and most of the time she needs reminding.

I reach down and grab her ass with both hands, picking her up. Her arms and legs go around me, and I carry her up the stairs to our bedroom. I kick the door closed behind us and lock it before taking her to the master bath.