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“It’s my turn.” I move my hand back to his length, squeezing it at the base, using my knees to scoot closer, holding it as I bring the head of his cock to my entrance, and slowly slide down. Mace knows I’m killing us both with how I’m dragging this out. Centimeter by centimeter I sink down, thighs spreading wider to accommodate his length inside me, and when I close my eyes in complete and total rapture, I can feel every nuance of Mace’s cock, the slight curve hitting me in the most delicious way when my body is finally sunk all the way down. Of course, Mace ups the ante, continuing his ministrations on my clit, and when I feel a breath of air around my nipple right before his mouth surrounds the tip, pulling it in his mouth, my hands go to the back of his head, holding him to me. The overload of everything I’m feeling is bubbling closer to the surface, thighs burning as I slide up and down his cock, Mace slamming me down, hitting a spot so deep inside me that I don’t know if I’m coming or going.
“Yes, more, harder, faster.” I beg for everything, unsure of what I really need, but clearly, he does. He bites my nipple harder while simultaneously pinching my clit. My body bucks, working for the orgasm that we both so clearly need, and when my body quivers, my back arches and I tip my head back, moaning, “Mace, I’m coming!” Which clearly, he is, too, because I feel the heated blast of his cum jetting inside me.
“Tyra.” His lips finding mine, and we kiss one another as our bodies come down from what can only be described as euphoria.
TWENTY-NINE
Mace
“Time to wake up, sleepyhead.”I slap her ass, trying to get Tyra up and moving this morning. I’ve already been out to stop at a clothing store Wylder’s Casino and Hotel has on site, figuring she wouldn’t want to be doing the walk of shame out of here. The clothes I bought aren’t anything fancy—a shirt, a pair of sweatpants, and some flip-flops. Then I went to the coffee shop knowing that Tyra doesn’t like to drink coffee from the pot in a hotel room, not when she doesn’t have the cream she prefers in reaching distance. Now I’m back in the room, clothes, coffee, and muffins in the living room, waiting for her to finally get out of bed. Tyra and Von both sleep like the dead. No matter what you do, waking them takes an ungodly amount of patience as well as perseverance.
We wore each other out through the night, both of us greedier than ever. It could have something to do with hotel sex and it being hotter than ever. There’s something to be said when you’re away from your own house and in the luxury of a hotel. You don’t have to worry about the water running cold as your woman is bent over, palms of her hands to the floor, and you’re gripping her hips as you fuck her with wild abandonment. When we finally made it to bed, my cock wedged between the cheeks of her ass, Tyra pushed it back, wanting more, and who was I to deny her?
“Go away. Need more sleep.” I’ve already pulled the sheet down until her bare body is completely in my view. She rolls over, one leg cocked to the side, one arm over her eyes, shielding herself from the morning sunlight.
“Apparently, I’m going to have to kiss Sleeping Beauty until she wakes up.” I step out of my shoes thinking I won’t be taking the lips she thinks I will. My hands circle her ankles, grasping them and pulling on them until Tyra’s ass meets the edge of the bed. I hike her legs over my shoulders, flicking her clit with my tongue. She hums her happiness with eyes still closed, but at least her arm isn’t shielding her eyes anymore. I tease her, backing off her clit, moving to the lips of her pussy, sucking one in my mouth before moving to the other, seeing if she’ll finally get the memo that an orgasm won’t be in sight until I see those gorgeous green eyes of hers. Fuck, her hands aren’t even in my hair yet, so I know she’s not ready.
“Mace.” A low purr laced with sleep mumbles in the air.
“Siren, you want what my mouth can give you, those eyes better be focused on mine.” The demand does something to her at least. Her hands squeeze her tits, fingers pulling on her nipples. My mouth surrounds her clit, sucking it lightly before I pull away and then do it again, harder this time. My fingers dig into her ass, pulling her closer to where I’m on my knees in front of her body that I could so easily slide inside of if only I took my jeans off. Fuck, I wouldn’t even have to do that; a button and a zipper are the only things standing in my way.
“Oh God.” Her eyes finally open, filled with a lusty haze as well as sleep. Tyra’s hands drop away from her nipples and reach for my hair the second I thrust two fingers inside her, mouth staying attached to her clit, working her as hard and fast as I can, wanting her to come on my mouth. I use my two fingers to go after her G-spot, simultaneously working her body up until she’s screaming, “Mace!” Her body jolts up, which takes her eyes away from me. The view was gorgeous while it lasted. That’s okay, though, because the way she’s flying apart, coming while screaming my name, is more than worth it.
“No more. You have to stop, please,” she begs. Only then do I slow down on my ministrations, lazily stroking her clit with my tongue, fingers holding still while her pussy continues to convulse around them.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” I pull away, keeping my hand where it is. Her wetness covers her thighs, my hand, and her bareness, not to mention I’m sure my mouth is coated with her cum.
“I’d like to put in a formal request.” Tyra’s wavy hair is every which way, some of it from sleep but a lot of it from my hands throughout the night.
“What’s that, siren?” I take my fingers from her swollen flesh and bring them to my mouth, sucking her juices off all while she watches.
“I want to wake up like that every possible day.” Fuck yeah, and after last night, she could be carrying our second child after admitting to not worrying about birth control, saying we’re not getting any younger and Von is already older than what we’d initially planned on having our children close in age. That thought has consumed my mind.
“Anytime, Tyra. You ready to eat breakfast and tell our boy the good news?” I sit back on my haunches, cock hard, ready to take her again, except check-out is soon. My parents are doing us a solid by bringing Von home. And the coffee is hopefully still hot.
“Yeah, I am, truly. We’re one step closer, Mace, and I can’t wait until everything is in place.” Hell yes, we’re getting there, and I’m going to keep working on it until we are.
“Love you, siren. It won’t be too much longer until that day comes.” I move closer to her, mouth meeting hers. Tyra’s tongue slides out, brushing across my upper lip. That’s when I take over, loving that she has no problem tasting herself after I’ve fucked her with my mouth. Neither of us do. I’ve got no problem kissing Tyra after she’s gone down on me. I’m not some punk-ass kid who makes a stink about tasting himself on the woman who gave him a sweet-as-fuck gift.
“I love you, Mace. Think we can have breakfast in the car?” she asks excitedly.
“Definitely. Clothes are in the bathroom. I’ll go warm our coffee up, and then we can get this show on the road.” I help her up from the bed, slapping her ass again as she walks by to head towards the bathroom, thanking my lucky fucking stars that Tyra is giving us a second chance.
THIRTY
Tyra
“Hey,buddy, can you put your toys down and come sit with your dad and me?” I ask Von after his grammy and grampy have left. He was a bucket of energy, rightfully so seeing as how they took him to breakfast where you can make your own pancakes, adding whatever inside the mix, which I know for a fact his were chocolate chips. Plus with bacon, eggs, and two glasses of strawberry milk. I know without a doubt in another hour or so, he’ll be begging for lunch. It’s how Von works.
“Oh, man,” Von says, a yawn taking over. He rarely naps, but today all of us might be. Even I’m exhausted.
“Wow, apparently, your toys are more fun than Mom and Dad,” I tease as Mace and I sit next to one another on the couch.
“Siren, you know this is only a precursor to his teen years. It’s only going to get worse.” He places his arm across the back of the couch. Von is still sitting on the floor, toys scattered everywhere, but we have his undivided attention, for now.
“Wait a minute. What’s going on here?” Von asks when he sees his father pull me in closer, arm wrapping around my shoulder, and kissing the crown of my head.
“Well, if you’d put the toys down for a minute, you’d know.” Mace replies. Dinosaurs, that’s what he’s obsessed with currently. It’ll change soon; it seems like he gets addicted to something new every six months. Last time, it was sharks; this time around, it’s dinosaurs, and between both grandparents with him being the only grandchild, well, there’s a lot.
