“You doing okay, Doc?” I whisper to her sometime later.

We’re laying in my bed at the club. It has to be almost seven in the morning. Daylight is starting to break through the window. Skye’s been in Matty’s room most of the night. I finally convinced her that she needed sleep, and we could spend time with him tomorrow. She agreed, reluctantly. That was about an hour ago, and I’m starting to feel guilty. I wanted to hold her, but if she’s not going to rest, then…

“I love you, Bull,” she says, interrupting my thoughts.

I’m lying on my back, she’s curled into my side. It might be my favorite way to sleep, or like now, just watch the sun come up. Her head is on my chest, and I’ve got my fingers curled in her hair.

“I love you, too.”

“Thank you for bringing our son, home,” she whispers, turning her head slightly to place a kiss on my chest. The arm that she has haphazardly wrapped around my stomach tightens, and hugs me closer.

“I’d die before I’d let you or Matty go, Doc. If you aren’t here, I don’t have a reason to keep taking breath.” Her arm flexes, once again tightening on me, and I feel moisture slide down my stomach. “Hey now, I didn’t mean to make you cry!”

“I know. I’m just emotional.”

“We have Matty home now, Doc. It’s going to be okay.”

She sits up, and before I know exactly what she has in mind, she pulls the covers out of the way and is straddling me.

“Doc?”

“How come no matter when it is, it seems your dick is hard?” she asks, her hand pinning the tip against my stomach.

Fuck! That feels good. I’m not sure anything could feel better. Even as I think it, I know it’s a lie. Inside her is the sweetest heaven I’ve ever known.

“Because, I stay hard anytime you’re near me,” I answer, honestly. “You probably think that’s a line, but it’s not, Doc. Jesus, from the minute I met you, my dick has been permanently locked and loaded. I don’t see that changing. I’ll probably be ninety years old and chasing you around the nursing home, begging you to straddle me on my wheelchair.”

She giggles, but I barely notice. Instead, my head goes back against the pillow in pleasure. My hands bite into her sweet ass, and my eyes follow her body as she moves. Skye’s fixed it so my dick has the lips of her pussy spread open, and she’s sliding that sweet cunt back and forth on my dick—grinding and coating me in her need.

“God, Doc. You’re fucking soaked,” I moan, because she’s drenching my cock. Her body picks up speed, her hands press into my shoulders, as she takes what she needs.

“Am I wet enough?” she pants. I can hear it in her voice, and the way her pussy spasms against my cock. She’s close to coming.

“You’re perfect. Let me watch you come, sweetheart please,” I tell her, and I’m rewarded when her eyes open up, and she smiles down at me.

She lifts up, and I grunt in disappointment, because as close as she was, I wasn’t far off. Then her sweet little hand wraps around my cock and she positions him right where she wants him and slides down on me.

“Fuck. I love the way you stretch me, Bull.”

She knows what it does to me to have her sweet little mouth whisper fuck, while I’m getting her off. Eventually, I’m going to have her talking dirtier than she could ever imagine. Because, I know that I’m the only one who she will let go for. The only one to make her lose complete control.

“Hold onto the headboard and lean over me, Skye. Now.”

She does as I order, and the position brings her tits to my face, and I capture one in my mouth and suck it firmly in, letting my tongue play with the hardened nipple.

“Oh fuck, that feels good. Suck harder, Bull. Bite it,” she orders, and her hips are bucking as she tries to ride my cock.

This time, I do as she orders. My fingers bite harder into her luscious ass. I use one of my hands to explore the valley of her ass, pressing it between the cheeks, and searching out that sweet little hole. My other hand is on her hip, and controls the speed of her ride. Correction, she’s not riding me. I’m making her ride me. I control her speed, and the angle my cock. I make sure I scrape her inner walls. Every-fucking-thing, I control. She can do nothing but accept the pleasure I give her. My fingers breach the opening in her ass. Not deep, I can’t do that from this angle, but enough so the extra presence spikes her pleasure.

“Fuck me. Oh God, fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me,” she repeats the words like a mantra. And I do exactly what she asks. I’m sliding her up and down on my shaft, with my fingers pushing against her ass. On each downward thrust, I grind that sweet cunt into me. I can feel my cum gathering, and I know I’m about to blow, but I’m not about to go before my woman. Her body is convulsing, and her breath is coming in hard, short gasps. I know she’s there. She just needs the tiniest of pushes. So, I bite down on the nipple I have trapped in my mouth.

The spike of pain, makes her scream out my name, and then she’s done for. Her climax comes hard and strong. I thrust her up and down on me, she grinds the hell out of her cunt, using me without realizing it. Her sweet cream covers my shaft, she bucks and yells out the word fuck as she rides me harder than any rodeo queen.

Watching her and seeing her pleasure, combined with the way her greedy pussy is sucking on my cock, sends me over the edge. I shout as I unload inside of her, coating her womb. She drains me dry, and when it’s over, she collapses against my body. I’m still buried inside of her; our combined juices are running down her thighs. Her head rests to my shoulder, and she kisses my neck.

“I think I can sleep now.”

“Do you want to…?”

“Just like this Bull. Feeling your cum and you inside of me. This is exactly how I want it,” her tired voice says. “I love you, honey,” she yawns.

I think she’s out before she can hear me tell her I love her too, but as she snuggles into me, and squeezes my cock in her sleep, I figure she knows. If not, I’ll be sure to show her, later. I fall asleep with a smile on my face, and my cock in the only place in the world it ever wants to be.