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That cocky son of a bitch. I shake my head as he walks away and turn to the woman who played a part in distracting me. Had it been anyone else, I wouldn’t have paid any attention, but Gwen has that power over me. My little wife can erase any thoughts from my brain, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Matthew has been wanting to do that for over a year,” she says, and I groan deeply at the reminder of that day more than a year ago when the cops finally arrived at my apartment for our statements. My brother had gotten plenty of shit from his captain for allowing us to leave the scene of a crime, not that he could have stopped me anyway. Still, Matthew never lets me forget about the extra paperwork I’d caused him.
I guess I deserve the punch even if it’s been over a year since the incident.
“Oh, baby, that must hurt,” Gwen says with a chuckle, running her soft fingertips over the bruise on my jaw when I climb out of the ring. “I’ll ice it for you later,” she offers.
“Why later?”
“Because now I need . . . my Daddy,” she whispers, trailing a finger down my chest. “Something about you half-naked with battle scars gets me all hot and bothered.”
All blood rushes south, and my cock jumps at her words. My eyes narrow on her as I tear off the boxing gloves and toss them aside. “How long do you have?”
“All afternoon,” she gasps, wrapping her arms around my shoulders when I lift her into my embrace, her legs going around my hips. “My mother and sister were practically fighting each other to babysit our baby girl.”
“Good,” I say, carrying her out of the gym and up the stairs to my office, thankful that we don’t pass anyone, as they’ve all broken for lunch. My lips are on my wife’s the second we’re in my office. I settle between her legs and rock my erection against her clothed pussy, swallowing her whimpers as I do so.
Gwen is . . . everything.
She became the center of my world the second she came into my life, and I would have done anything and everything to ensure she never left. As it turns out, I am not the only one who did the saving. Gwen was quite adamant about me seeking therapy to help with my PTSD, and while that helped some, having her by my side played a huge role in pushing back the demons that plagued me in my sleep.
She gave me something else to live for when she gifted me our little girl a couple of months ago. Protecting my two girls became my goal in life, and I know I would kill to protect them. They are my whole world.
“Daddy, need you,” my horny little angel cries, scratching her nails down my naked chest. “Want you now!”
Fuck!
It seems I created a monster who matches my hunger just as deeply. I run my fingers up her thighs and slide one past her panties to her sodden sex. “Goddamnit, baby, you’re practically dripping, and I haven’t even touched you.”
“Told you, I get hot every time I see you in those boxing gloves.”
“My kinky little angel,” I hiss, pulling her off the desk and spinning her around so her back is to me. “Next time, I’ll wear the gloves when I fuck your hot little pussy.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpers, which quickly morphs into a gasp when I grab her panties and yank them down her thighs before tearing them off her completely. I don’t waste time as I tug down my shorts and guide my throbbing cock to her dripping sex. She cries out as her hands slap the desk in a move that sends files flying to the floor, but I don’t care to stop to check the damage.
“I love you, baby,” I say roughly, gripping my wife’s hips and driving into her pussy like a savage beast. Her legs start trembling and her ass cheeks shake from the sheer force of my thrusts, my body hungry for her no matter how many times we do this, which is still every day. “Mine!”
“Oh, God!” She sobs when I wrap my fingers around her long blond hair and tug hard as I fuck her in rough slams that move the desk a little. I don’t care to mute her cries as I sink my shaft into my gorgeous wife and breed her. “Faster, Daddy!” she cries out, tilting her hips to meet my thrusts, and I give in to her demands, hammering into her hard until I feel the familiar tingle at the base of my spine. I drop my finger between her thighs and rub her swollen clit in circles as I drill into her wetness.
“Ready to coat Daddy’s cock with your creamy juices?” I rasp into her ear, and my words are not fully out before she clamps down hard on my cock, triggering my own climax. I bury my face into her hair as my balls erupt so hard I see spots in my eyes. Her sobs mingle with my deep groan as our bodies move together in the most erotic of dances until she’s milked me dry.
“Oh God! Jax, that was . . .”
“I know,” I respond, assuring her she doesn’t need to voice what we both feel. It’s always been like this with us, and no words can really express what Gwen and I share. This deep connection is unlike anything either of us has ever experienced, and we’ll treasure it forever. I lean down and kiss her shoulder. “Want to grab lunch together?”
“Yes,” she beams. “I want tacos.”
“Tacos it is,” I respond, spinning the mother of my child around and brushing our lips together. “I’ll get you all the tacos you want.” I take my wife’s hand and help straighten her clothes, so we can head out for lunch. I plan to worship this woman for the rest of my life and help her achieve all her dreams, but today, I’ll settle for tacos.
I have the rest of our lives to offer her the world.
~The End
