Maci Kate Atwood
Our life has been a whirlwind since we found out I was pregnant with our baby girl. I gave birth to Layla about five weeks ago, and she’s as needy as her daddy. She wants all my attention. I love her beautiful face, though, and can’t deny her anything. Bennett is absolutely in love with his little sister, but he has mentioned on more than one occasion, when she won’t stop crying, that we should take her back to the store where we got her.
David spent a few weeks in the hospital, recovering from the beating Reese gave him. We spent that time pressing charges and making sure they stuck. He sure did make it easy on us. Mr. Wilson, David’s dad, encouraged him to take a plea deal. He was charged with Especially Aggravated Kidnapping, and sentenced to eight years in prison. When he’s released, he must live at least thirty miles away from wherever I’m living, and not have any contact with me. I had that last bit put in there before I would agree to the plea deal the Assistant District Attorney brought to them. They didn’t need my input, but the ADA was a friend of Panthera Security Company, and was more than happy to meet my requests.
Part of the plea deal was that David give up his parental rights to Bennett. Sadly, that wasn’t an issue like I thought it might be. As much as he sucked as a father, it hurt to know he didn’t care for his son. Reece adopted Bennett a couple of months after we were married—which, yes, was a week after he demanded. We married in front of the justice of the peace, surrounded by our parents and Bennett. Our moms put together a reception fast, and we celebrated with the people we hold most dear to us.
“What’s wrong, Maci love?” Reece asks, walking into the kitchen after putting Layla down for a nap. I shrug my shoulders, feeling restless, and continue to cut up a watermelon. “I’m just bored.” He laughs at me. I turn and point my knife in his direction. “Oh, shut up. I know we’re always busy with the kids, but I need some adult time, too. You get to go out with your friends all the time, and I’m stuck at home.”
He gives me the side eye. “Those are jobs I’m working, Maci. Jobs, not guy time.”
I stick my tongue out at him and turn back to finish cutting the watermelon. “Same difference.” I place the knife in the sink and put the watermelon chunks in a bowl. I hand the bowl to Reece, who puts it in the refrigerator. “Hey, I know. Let’s go out tonight. We could go to Murphy’s. It will be fun!”
His smile fades. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea, babe. Paul said Logan and Garret were on the hunt again. I don’t want to be anywhere near that. The last girl they brought around was a bitch to you and was hitting on all of us. She may have been a woman, but I’d slay anyone who hurt you. I was damn near close to breaking some laws that night.”
I lean my butt against the island counter and hang my head. I cover my face with my hands I groan in frustration.
“What’s this really about, Maci? Because I think I have an idea.” He moves closer to me, staring at me like a hungry wolf. He knows me better than anyone, and it doesn’t surprise me in the least that he knows what I need.
My nipples pebble in anticipation, knowing what I need from him and hoping he finally gives in, even if it is a week too early. He steps up to me, towering over my frame. He cages me in on one side, while he barely touches my hard peak with the back of his other hand. That whisper of a touch has my clit pulsing, begging to be touched. “You need me, Maci love? You need my hands on your beautiful body?”
Reece pushes one of his knees between my thighs, up against the spot that’s vibrating in need. He pulls my braid, so my head goes to the side, making room for his tongue to mark my neck. “How much do you want to come, angel? Ride my leg like you’re begging to ride my dick,” he rasps into my ear, sucking my lobe into his mouth.
I moan and shift my pussy against his muscled thigh. God, that feels so good. It’s been too long since I’ve had him inside me. With one hand on my hip, guiding my pleasure, he palms my aching breast and squeezes. As soon as he does, milk drips from my nipple, soaking my shirt. “Whoops. Better change your shirt, angel.” He makes quick work of my top, pulling it over my head and tossing it to the floor.
Reece sucks one hard nipple into his mouth, milking me. “Damn, I’ve wanted to do that since your milk came in. So sweet, my love, so fucking sweet!” With his other hand, he plucks at my aching breast, making milk spurt down me. He releases my nipple from his mouth and licks up the mess he made on the other. He sucks my leaking breast into his hot mouth, where he pays equal attention to this one, sucking and swirling his tongue perfectly.
My panties are dripping wet, making the slide of my pussy over his leg effortless. Caught up in the moment, I pull his basketball shorts down, so they fall to his feet. His cock bobs against his stomach, hard with precum drooling down his shaft. I can’t waste it. Grasping his cock, I jerk him in rhythm with my movements. He moans when I suck him into my mouth, sucking his seed down my throat.
“Fuck. Maci, stop, I’m going to come, and it’s not going to be down your throat.” He pulls out of my mouth and pushes away from me. Grabbing my hips, he turns me around and pushes on the center of my back, making me lie against the counter. I hiss when the cool counter touches my hot tits. Reece flips my skirt over my ass and rips my panties from me. I moan when the head of his dick touches my slick pussy lips. “Yes, Reece. Fuck my pussy,” I moan, pushing my pussy over his dick, loving the feel of his girth inside me.
“God, Maci. Hell, your pussy is so fucking hot, it’s almost burning me.” He holds my hips tightly, probably leaving bruises I’ll wear like a badge of honor. His grip is so tight, making it so that I’m unable to move with him. This is what he wants. He wants me completely under his control, unable to move without his permission. He strokes into me, slow and deep.
Reece picks up the pace, pumping into my channel slowly, then pounding into me. I grasp the other side of the island, holding on for the hard ride I’ve been aching for. He lays over my back, heaving air in and out of his lungs. Holding onto my hip with his left hand, he grabs my shoulder and continues to own my pussy, pulling my body into against his.
“I’m going to come, baby. Reece, baby, I’m going to come so hard. Please let me come,” I whine, knowing he needs the words. He possesses all my orgasms, and he knows it. He pummels into me faster and harder, hitting my sweet spot. “Come on my dick, angel. Soak me with your tight pussy.” I let go, screaming my release. I begin to come down from bliss, when the first splash of Reece’s cum coats my pussy walls, making me come again.
Spent from the hard loving my husband gave me, I rest my head on my arms, breathing heavy and catching my breath. He runs his big hands up and down my back, soothing my erratic heart. After I’ve come down from my high, he kisses me in the middle of my back and pulls out of my pussy. I wince when his cum runs down my thighs. Shit, we shouldn’t have done that.
I stand up and turn to look at his smirking face. I smack his arm, and he rubs at it. Like I hurt him, please. “Why’d you come inside me? You know I’m extra fertile right now. You probably just knocked me up again,” I gripe at him.
He turns serious and hugs me to his front. “I come inside your body, Maci. Nowhere else. That hasn’t changed. You still bored?” I poke his side, and he laughs.
“I’m good. Love you, Reece.” He holds me tighter and kisses the top of my head.
“Love you always, angel.”