Page 156 of Over Time Advantage

He nods. “Yep. Just like me. Right, Coach Daddy?”

I deadpan, “Consider yourself benched.”

He lets out one of his ridiculous laughs. “Yeah, right. I’m a stud.”

Kennedy nods emphatically. “Damn right, baby.” Her fingertips run from his chest down to his belt before she tugs on it. “You’re my stud.”

“Oh, Christ,” I breathe.

Daylen chuckles as he slaps my shoulder. “Coach, let me tell you something about marriage. The key to a happy, long-lasting marriage is that your wife does whatever she wants to do and you do whatever your wife wants to do.”

I roll my eyes. “You’ve been married for five minutes.”

“Ahh, but that’s five minutes longer than you,” he happily responds.

I sigh before Harper’s little body jumps up into my arms, and I catch her. “My daddy says you’re gonna be my bonus daddy. He said I’m so lucky that I now have a bonus mommy and a bonus daddy.”

My heart can’t take it. I nod. “I’m feeling very lucky for my bonus daughter.”

She bats her eyelashes. “Bonus Daddy, can I stay up extra late tonight because it’s a special occasion?”

I look at Fallon, and she subtly nods. Moving my eyes back to Harper’s, I acquiesce, “Okay. No problem.”

She smiles at Kennedy and loudly whispers, “Pretty privilege. It works every time.”

Kennedy high-fives her. “Truth.”

THIRTY-THREE

SUPER BOWL SUNDAY

JETT

Iblink my eyes open, feeling like I’m a minute away from detonation. As things come into focus, I see the reason why. My fiancée is in another world, going to town on top of me. Is there any better way to wake up in the morning?

She gets off on taking me inside her when I’m asleep. It’s sexy as hell.

I look down and stare at the place where my body disappears into hers over and over again. Her eyes are closed as if she’s savoring the sensation. Without opening them, she breathes, “I know you’re awake. I can feel you getting bigger inside me.”

Grabbing her hips, I thrust up into her, and she lets out a loud moan.

“Shh,” I scold, “you’ll wake the kids.”

“Don’t care,” she breathes as her tits bounce up and down like the goddess she is. “I’m already close. I need a Super Bowl Sunday Smackdown.” She licks her lips. “Go deep, Daddy Jett. Make sure to hit the hole hard.”

I let out a growl as I flip us over until I’m on top, quickly pinning her wrists above her head.

“Yes,” she shouts. “Fill my pussy with your Super Bowl come. I need it.”

I hold her wrists in one hand while I cover her mouth with the other. “You’d better shut your dirty mouth, naughty girl. Maybe I should fill that with my come.”

Her eyes light up with excitement as she nods in agreement. Fuck, she’s so hot.

I drive into her like a madman over and over again until she’s screaming her orgasm into my hand, leaving me with bitemarks on my palm.

As soon as I know my fiancée is satisfied, I climb up her body and thrust my cock into her mouth, coming the second her lips and tongue touch me. Per my promise, I fill that naughty mouth until she can’t yell anymore.

As we lay tangled and sweaty together in the aftermath, we hear voices in the living room of our hotel suite. Fallon smiles up at me. “It’s both of them.”