Last night, before I put Serenity to bed, I grabbed her conditioner and coated her hair. I remember she said she wouldn’t ever go to bed with wet hair. She said it can be a bitch to comb later. So she always added conditioner when she didn’t have time to blow-dry her hair. I love knowing everything about the only woman I ever loved.
I slam into her mouth and listen to her choke on my cock. “My wife is the absolute best,” I grunt.
Saliva dribbles down her lips and chin, and her eyes water.
“That’s right, baby, breathe through your nose,” I order.
Her hand glides along my muscled thigh as I come down her throat.
“Serenity,” I call out at the top of my lungs.
I don’t miss the satisfied expression on her face as she swallows every fucking drop. I release her hair, and she steps back, smirking.
“I see you missed me sucking your dick, too.”
I chuckle. “Yup, no more beating off and imagining you sucking my dick.”
She tucks my cock back into my swim trunks. “I plan to suck your dick whenever I feel like it.”
I lean over and take her lips. “And you’ll drink my cum every time.”
Serenity says nothing. She slicks her tongue across her lips seductively before she stretches her arms out and swims across the pool. Her thick thighs gracefully move through the water.
I’ve waited so long to have Serenity as my wife. I will savor every moment, knowing she’s mine. Always.
Chapter Seventeen
SERENITY
My fingers thread Nico’s as we stroll through the farmers market. We stop at a smoothie stand. Nico orders what he thinks I’ll like. He doesn’t meet my gaze to get my approval. I smile. This man knows me so well. He orders a smoothie packed with blueberries, strawberries, mango, and peaches.
I blurt out. “Make that two.”
He glances at me. “I wanted the banana and kale smoothie.”
“Yeah, but you’ll complain later about your stomach hurting.”
He chuckles. “You remember that, huh?”
I lean into his arm. “I do.”
Nico had one of his bodyguards pick up the ingredients and bring them to my home when he stayed over. I’d watch as he’d rub his stomach later and then head for the bathroom.
It appears I paid attention to him as well over the years.
Our bodyguards are not too far behind us as we walk through the market. I purchase cute clothing items along the way. I see a hat that would look cute on Madden.
“Nico, check out those sunglasses.” I point.
He steps over and tries on a few pairs. While he’s distracted, I purchase the hat for our son. It reads: Don’t let the cute face fool you.
Sometimes Madden can act just like his dad. It’s wild to think about how similar Madden is to Nico.
I pay cash for the hat and bracelet and shove the items into a bag I already have.
Nico turns to me. “What do you think about these?”
They are gold aviators with a navy tint.
