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“Fuck.” That’s it. She steals my pleasure I’m trying to give her, taking it and turning it back on me.
My fuckingWendy. Taming me. Sating me.
I fuck her into two more orgasms before Cocky finally lets go and feeds his pretty kitty all of our cum.
“Oh my god, Cam,” she pants. “When I… can breathe… Can you do that again? Just like that,” she gulps. “Again.”
Fuck. My Lion. My heart. My wife. “Yeah, baby. But I need a taste first.”
“Oh my holy—” her words die as I lick her from seam to ass, flip her around and suck on her clit until she’s begging me to come inside her.
She never needs to beg, but damn if I don’t love it.
My girl is hungry.
And I’m always up to feeding her.
Filling her.
Loving her.
My Lion.
My Shadow Whisperer.
CHAPTER3
CAP AND CHER
Watching my Plum with our littles is one of the greatest joys in life. I’m lucky to have found a family in the grown men and women who work for me, surround me. But I’ve been doubly blessed to find out Rowdy and Taylor are mine too, and then to be triply blessed with the three munchkins gifted to me by Cher and the powers that be.
I’m one lucky motherfu—but the only mother I’m fucking is the mother of my children. I kiss her shoulder, breathing her in. “You sure I can’t talk you into going with me? I’d stick with you, keep you safe.” I could probably prop her on my skis and ski downhill with her glued to my front if she’d let me.
“I’m sure.” She pushes her ass into me, trying to get me to back up as she fixes breakfast.
I grip her hips, securing her to my hardening length. “Shoving me with this ass isn’t going to convince me to back off.”
She laughs over her shoulder, granting me her electric-blue eyes for a hot second before her attention returns to the stove. “Not trying to convince you.” She nuzzles into me with her head as she cooks scrambled eggs. “I can’t ski. You’ll have more fun without me.AndI can’t leave Ree with all the kids. Six is too much for one person to handle.”
Especially with our six ranging from nine months to nearly four years old.
“Boys,” I command.
Four little heads pop up from the long table big enough to hold all of us. Their eyes zero in on me.
“What’s your job today?”
“Obey Aunt Ree and Granplum,” Maddox, the oldest, is quick to reply, encouraging nods from the other three.
“That’s right. And when Maddyn or Iris cry?” I ask.
Wade raises his hand. My little lover, always kind and respectful. With a nod from me, he answers, “Asks how we can helwp.”
“That’s right.” I sit at the head of the table, keeping their attention. “And when it’s naptime?”
“We’re quiet even if we can’ts sleep and are too olds for naps,” Cade, my little fighter, chimes in.
I rumple his golden hair that grows darker with each birthday. “Even then.” He’s not too old for naps. He onlywantsto be. He’ll sleep for two hours after lunch. He plays hard. He sleeps harder. “Naps are important for growing boys and girls.”
