“You’re such a fucking asshole,” she finally says. “Why would you do this with your mother a few feet away?”
“I just wanted to tell you.”
She pulls away from my chest, and her eyes meet mine again.
“You’ve always been so thirsty.”
“Only for you, sweetheart.”
She takes a deep breath. “You know that I love you, too.”
“I know, but I can’t get enough of hearing you say it.”
“Is this why you’re saying these sweet things? When you’re not being all super villain and thinking of ways to trap an innocent girl into—”
“Sweetheart, you’re a lot of things, but innocent isn’t one of them. You’re Shakespearean, and that’s the way I like it.”
“Well, you can be sweet when you want. And giving.” I rub myself on her.
“I’ll give you some of this dick right now.”
“Shh.” She looks around to make sure my mom isn’t there. “But I admit, the dick is huge, and you know how to use it. The body is nice, too. But the main reason I love you is Haddie. She’s the best.”
I tighten my arms around her and hold her close. She cries into my chest while I rub her back.
“Your nipples are pressed against my chest. Now my dick’s getting hard.” Her head whips up, and she looks at me with wide eyes before she bursts into laughter.
“What’s so funny?” My mother strolls back into the kitchen and takes a seat at the table.
“Cori told me she loves me. Her nipples got hard, and now I’m turned on.”
“Daxton!” Cori punches my arm and shoves me, but my mom laughs.
“Well, let’s eat, and I’ll get out of your hair. Get started on my grandbabies. Dax, get us some wine.” While I do what she says, she takes my wife’s hand. “And no pressure on the babies.”
“No pressure. You only mention it every chance you get now," I remind Mom before I pour three glasses of wine.
“But I volunteer to provide childcare. Whether you want me to watch the baby full-time or a few days a week, I’m here. Don’t worry about a thing.” She serves herself food as if everything is decided.
“Mom, you act like Cori is already pregnant.”
“Bite your tongue. I have zero maternal instinct.” Cori shoves a forkful of potatoes in her mouth before she mumbles, “I think it’s harder for women with no maternal instinct to get pregnant. It’s backed by science.”
I try not to roll my eyes. Instead, I wink at her.
“Nonsense. I got pregnant with Daxton when I was just fifteen. I had never changed a diaper or held a baby, but the moment they placed him into my arms, I became a mother.”Mom slaps her hand on the table to prove her point. She reaches over and taps my cheek. “I birthed two great kids, and now I have a bonus daughter.” She taps Cori’s cheek, too. “Who will give me grandbabies.”
“I thought we’d never get rid of her.” I lift her shirt over her head and toss it into some dark corner. She’s braless, and my hands cup her soft breasts. She jumps into my arms, and I nearly sprint up the stairs and into our bedroom. Finch is fast on my heels, but I manage to close the door, keeping her out.
I drop Cori on the bed, and we quickly undress ourselves. By the time I’ve removed all my clothes, she’s naked and spread-eagled on the bed. My head goes right to her pussy, and I eat her like a hungry man.
I lift my head to find her looking down at me while biting her bottom lip.
“Get on your knees,” I order. She doesn’t fight me. For once, she does as she’s told, and I stand over her and press my dick at the entrance of her lips.
She opens wide and takes me in deep. I hold the back of her head, guiding her, while I throw my head back and feel her mouth on me.
“Oh, God,” I moan. I stroke the back of her neck. “Stop,” I reluctantly say, and she obeys. I climb on the bed and lie on my back. I point at my hard dick. “Put that in your mouth and put your pussy on my face.”
