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I sigh and cross my arms across my chest, surveying the furniture in our living room. No matter how it’s arranged, it just doesn’t look quite right.
“Maybe if we put the couch over there—” I say, pointing to the other side of the room, “and the armchairs over here? Wait, did we try that already?”
“I don’t even fucking remember,” Alden says, rubbing the back of his neck.
I cringe, feeling horrible that I’ve been making Alden move our new furniture around for far longer than is reasonable. Really, I shouldn’t be fussing atall—I’m extremely fortunate to be here with Alden in the first place, especially in a house as beautiful as this one.
This house is the third one that Alden brought me to that day that he surprised me. I knew from the moment we walked through the front door together that it was the right home for us. It’s warm and welcoming, big enough to raise a family in, and it’s on a hillside with just enough trees on the property to feel reminiscent of Alden’s old place. Plus there’s the perfect space for a painting studio upstairs.
We’ve only had the keys to the house for a few days now, and I’m not even pregnant yet, but I’m already in full-on nesting mode. I spent all of this morning trying to decide where we should hang the abstract painting that Alden did of me the first day we met. Ilovethat painting. When Alden first showed it to me, I tried to convince him to turn it into a whole series for the gallery, but he got all protective and refused, muttering that he wouldn’t be able to stand the idea of other people looking at paintings of my naked body all day—no matterhowabstract the paintings were.
“I’m so sorry, honey,” I say, gliding over to him now. “I know I’m being a pain.” I start planting kisses all over his scruffy cheeks—well, as much as I can, anyway, with him being so much taller than me. “Forgive me?”
“You’re not being a pain,” he says. “I’m just old and grouchy.”
“You’re not old, Alden.” I tug at the waistband of his jeans. “And I know just the thing to make you stop feeling grouchy.”
The corner of his mouth quirks up. “Don’t you want to finish figuring out the furniture first?”
“Screw the furniture.”
With another kiss on his cheek, I pop open the button on his jeans and tug his zipper down. Alden lets out a low groan as I slide my hand into his boxers and wrap it around his cock, so thick and smooth in my hand. I give him a few slow, exploratory strokes, loving the way he throbs against my palm.
“You hungry, Sasha?” he mutters.
I drag my teeth over my bottom lip. “Maybe.”
“Get down on your knees.”
“So bossy,” I pout.
But I drop to my knees in front of him, because there’s nothing I want more right now than to pleasure my man. When I’m kneeling before him, Alden pulls his cock out and points it at my mouth, offering and demanding at the same time.
Teasingly, I lick the head of his cock, tasting the clean, creamy beads of pre-cum that smear over my tongue. Then I move on to licking his thick shaft until I can’t take it anymore. Opening my mouth wide, I look up at him and catch his gaze as I take his big cock into my mouth one blissful inch at a time.
“Fuck,” Alden hisses, his eyes dark with lust as he watches me blow him. He glides a hand through my hair and secures his grip as I gradually increase my pace, bobbing a little faster up and down his shaft. When I slide my hands up and start playing with his balls, he groans again, tightening his grip in my hair, tugging it hard, just like I like.
“I can tell you want a mouthful of cum, angel,” Alden grunts. “Your pussy is getting wet just thinking about it, isn’t it?”
I moan and nod.
“Good. That’s what I like to hear. Now go deeper.”
I do as he tells me. I nearly gag on his cock, but that doesn’t deter me. I want it just as much as he does. He’s right—it does make me wet.
“Atta girl,” Alden grits out. “That’s so fucking good.”
And it’s so hot and wet and sloppy and sexy. Having my lips stretched around his cock is just plainbliss.
Alden groans harder, curses under his breath, and pulls my hair tighter. When he comes, shooting thick ropes of cum into my mouth, I moan with pleasure, happily swallowing it down.
My cheeks burn with warmth as I pop his cock out of my mouth, looking up at him with a ridiculously proud smile. Alden only takes a few moments to catch his breath before he pulls me up and spins me around. He’s got my leggings shoved down my hips before I can say a word, and then he’s tearing down my panties, too, forcing them to the floor.
“You better have been telling the truth,” Alden growls. “That needy cunt of yours better be soaking wet.”
I gasp as Alden drives a hand between my legs, his fingers finding exactly what he was hoping for.
“Good girl,” he says. “Now bend over.”
