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“You like that?”
“I fucking love it,” she moans, eyes barely open. She off in her world, riding her pleasure to the next level.
Molly slides her hands up, and I lift my head to suck and feast on the fullness of her breasts while I thrust into her at this new angle. She’s so wet, and so fucking tight. It’ll be damn hard not to fill her to overflowing. Any second now. Molly reaches a hand down in between us, pressing two fingers over her clit, whimpering from all the stimulation that gets her closer and closer to orgasm.
Her hips move wildly, and I can’t help but to grasp the flesh of her ass and raise her higher, almost to the tip of my dick, then thrust back into her hard and fast. She starts to shake.
“Yes,” she moans and gasps into my shoulder. “I’m gonna come, baby. Yes.” She arches her back and lets out a deep, throaty moan. Her whole body convulses as she comes.
I don’t stop. My thrusts get deeper, harder. I’m enjoying the tightness of her as her inner walls pulse around my cock, pumping and milking me, taking me closer to the edge. Her muscles tighten around my shaft some more, gripping me like a fist, holding me inside of her, coaxing me to come too.
Molly is weak, spent, sated. I take over. Wrapping my hands around her waist, I flip her onto her back. She smiles absently and plants her hands on my hips as I piston deep inside her. Her nails anchor into my ass and squeeze each cheek, begging me without words to give her my seed, nice and deep. I’m in the moment, too far gone to say a word. She finishes me off that way, her hands gripping on tightly until my body tenses and I explode inside of her.
“Fuck,” I groan, enjoying the heights of coming so completely. I’m breathless, gasping for air as I finish. I open my eyes again after a short while and find Molly looking up at me with a satisfied smile.
“You’re full of surprises, woman?”
“Always. I want another one.”
“For real?”
“Yes. A girl I think. Can you hook me up?”
“I’ll have a good time trying until it happens,” I tell her, grinning broadly.
I pull out of her and stretch out beside her. Pulling her into my arms, I breather in her scent and catch my breath as our bodies come down from that natural high. I’m not in a hurry to get up, but just then, the door swings open.
Aiden is up and crawling into our room again. Molly somehow finds the edge of the sheets and pulls it up over us to her breasts. I’m not too sure why. The kid has had his fill of her tits and got to know every inch before he weaned himself off of them.
“Good morning, Aiden,” she coos to our eight-month-old. “Who’s so good at sneaking out of his crib?” She stretches out her arms to him, and he crawls further inside the room, babbling his baby talk as he goes. I look at the two of them from my spot on the bed. Never in a million years did I think this would be my life…and I love it.
“Get over here, little hell-raiser,” I call to my boy.
Aiden changes course and crawls to the foot of the bed and around to my side. When he makes it there, the kid puts his hands out in front of him, straightening his legs until his diaper is up in the air. Then he grips on to the side of the bed and stands. On his feet now, he shakes his head of blond locks to get some of his hair out of his face, blinking his sparkly bright blue eyes at us.
“Da-Da.”
Molly sits up as quick as lightning. “Tate. Did you hear that? He just called you Da-Da!”
“Yup.”
“He hasn’t said Ma-Ma yet, but God, this is awesome! Say it again, Aiden,” she coaxes him. “Say Da-Da.”
“Da-Da?” little Aiden repeats as a question.
My heart explodes with more love that I thought was there, and my chest swells with pride.
“Hell, yeah, it’s your Da-Da.” I reach over the side of the bed and sweep Aiden up into my arms, pulling him tight to my bare chest. “You just made your old man so proud, little man. Keep buttering me up like that and we’ll have you in your own little leather cut and all patched up with the Saints in no time.”
“Just be sure not to say that when my mother’s around.” She grins and looks at the two of us. “Oh, and Aiden, Ma-Ma’s next. Not Granny. That can wait, or you and I are gonna have a problem.”
