Mac
MY BALLS ARE FUCKING the bluest blue ever. Kenzie is having a rough night, and I feel bad for the kid, but I’m near the end of my own rope.
We took turns eating a cold dinner standing up at the counter. Hillary is back in her flannel sleep pants and nursing tank top, her hair back in its messy knot. Long gone is the siren in the little black dress and stiletto heels. And while I appreciate the image of her standing in that doorway practically falling out of that dress that hugged her in all the right places, I’m just as turned on by the vixen in plaid pajamas.
Turned the fuck on.
I take advantage of a chance meeting in front of the fridge when neither of us have a baby in our arms. My lips find the back of her neck, and I plant soft, tender kisses from the base of her neck slowly up behind her ear. She gasps and presses into me, gasping again at the rock-hard dick in my pants.
“Soon, baby.” God, please let it be soon. The only thing I want is to bury myself balls deep in her slick core. And her mouth. And God help me, her ass.
I spin her to face me, looking deep in her eyes right before I lock my mouth with hers. My tongue traces her lips slowly, and her hips press against mine. She comes alive suddenly, plunging her tongue into my mouth, exploring and sucking on my lips, pressing and rubbing her tits against me. I growl, grabbing handfuls of ass and grinding my hard dick into her body. “You’re being a very naughty girl.” I bite her neck lightly.
She writhes in my arms, reaching with one hand to hold the back of my neck, holding me in place. “I want to be so much naughtier.”
I growl before I let her go. I have to, or I’ll fuck her right here, right now. And tonight should be special, not a quick fuck against her fridge.
Later, Kenzie finally loses some steam and some of whatever baby angst is keeping her so fretful. I take her from Hillary’s arms and put her in her crib. I love this kid. I didn’t know I liked babies. But this one, this one I like a lot. I kiss her as she snuffles into sleep.
A quiet falls over the apartment like a sigh of relief.
Hillary wraps her arms around my waist, her breasts cushioning me from behind. “I don’t know what I would do without you, Mac.”
“Let’s agree never to find out.” I turn so I can hold her. Hillary is too young for me. Too sweet for me. Too good and funny and sexy. But none of that matters. “You’re it for me. You know that, right? This isn’t one of those let’s see how this works things. This is for real. Forever.”
“Forever?” Panic darts across her face. She’s not sure she trusts the word forever. I’ll just keep showing her until she believes me.
“Forfuckingever,” I say and start walking her backwards to the bedroom. I close the door and turn her into it, shoving her back against it. I pull her shirt off roughly, checking her eyes to make sure I shouldn’t be more gentle. All is I see is heat. It’s the fire of passion. Of need. I know instinctively what she needs from me. I always have. And it isn’t gentle and sweet lovemaking. My woman needs to dance close to the flames.
I sucked at her tits, softly biting them, then come up and growl in her ear. “You need this, don’t you?” I suck her earlobe. “You need me.”
“Yesss.” She grinds her hips against my aching, hard cock.
“You.” I grip her pajama pants and pull them down forcefully. “Are.” I completely rip off her panties. “Mine.”
She moans. Fuck. I feel like an animal. My cock is straining against my jeans. I kiss her again. Bite her neck. Kiss her collarbone. I press her higher against the door and her legs wrap around my waist so I can grind my cock against the entrance of her pussy.
“Whose are you?”
“Yours,” she answers with no hesitation. “I’m yours.”
“Mine,” I growl and suck on her earlobe again.
She tugs the shirt out of my jeans, and I shrug it off onto the floor, kissing her deeply, my tongue thrusting in and out of her mouth. Fucking her mouth the way I want to with my cock.
I have enough sense to pull a condom out of my pocket while she’s undoing my pants. “Someday, we’re going to do this raw. I’m going to fill you up with my come.”
She fumbles with my zipper and stares into my eyes. “If we do that, I might get pregnant.”
“Oh, you’ll get fucking pregnant.” I finish getting the rubber on because she looks too dazed. “Kenzie needs a brother or sister someday, and I fucking love your body when it’s pregnant.” I position the head of my dick on the mound of her slick pussy. “I told you forever, and I meant it, Hillz.” I ease in slowly and her tight channel eases around me like a glove. “I’m going to give you everything I have. My love, my name, my babies.”
“Your dick. Right now, I just want your dick.”
“Naughty girl.” I tighten my grip around her hips and moved her higher up the door to fuck her better. I pull almost all the way out, slowly, and move slowly back in. My thrusts are mercilessly slow. Thorough. Deliberate. She starts moving her hips against mine, faster, gyrating greedily as I torture us with my pace. “You’re so tight. So good.”
I get my hand between us and thumb on her clit. That’s when she starts going crazy.
“You like that, sweetheart?” Her pussy clenches violently around my cock. “Oh, you do. Are you going to come on my cock?” I growl and fuck her harder. Faster. She’s whimpering, her body convulsing with need. “Come for me, you dirty, dirty girl.”
She flies apart in my arms, her pussy clenching and milking my dick. So beautiful. I’m barely holding on, but I don’t want to come yet. I want to watch her soar.
Her body starts trembling and fuck if mine isn’t shaking too. I somehow step out of my pants without toppling us to the floor and grip her ass tight as I take her over the bed. She opens her eyes, a little surprised to find herself lying down.
“Oh, we’re just getting started, sweetheart.”