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“Fuck, Jacob, I’m coming.” I slap her ass and then grip her round ass cheeks bringing her juicy cunt into my face, licking that hole until she screaming and quaking around my tongue. One of her dainty hands drops to my head and her pretty pink fingernails digs through my hair and into my scalp as she ride her orgasm out.
“Good girl,” I growl out. Once she’s spent, I slide her down off my shoulders, cradling my wife before carrying her to the bed. She’s boneless, worn out and flush from her ride. I couldn’t be more fucking aroused and proud of myself.
“What about you?” she whispers and I wrap us under the covers.
“Later. Rest.” I hold the woman I love more than anything in the world and know I’m grateful that I get to come home and eat her pussy after a long day. There are no words to explain what she means to me. All I can say is the woman has me obsessed.
Jake
Ten Years Later
Karma has finally come to bite me in the ass. My daughter smiles at a boy in her kindergarten class. She returned a grin before walking toward us. “Who is he?”
“He’s just my friend, Daddy.” She rolls her eyes at me as if I was making a big deal out of nothing.
“Does he know that?” I questioned my little princess.
“Yes, no. I don’t know.” She just shrugs, playing with her little bow on her dress.
“He better know it, or I’ll tell him.” My darling wife giggles beside me. “Nothing’s funny about that, baby girl.”
I glare at her and she stops her shit, all the while I’m ready for her to mention it to her parents. “Sure, you’re right.” She schools her expression, but I can see she wants to laugh.
“Keep it up, woman, and I’m going to spank you later.” That’s not really a punishment for either of us, but I need some damn control over the women in my life. They run all over me.
“Okay.” Her grin gets wider. We’ll see about it when the kids go to bed.
When we pull up to the house, her parents are standing there to welcome my little Grace from her first day of school. Of course they’re right there and waiting like my agony just couldn’t wait while it’s still fresh in my princess’s memory.
“Hey, Princess. How was your first day?” my father-in-law asks.
“Bobby is my friend,” my baby blurts out without being prompted as if she knows to torture me.
“Bobby?” he remarks, smirking while turning his eyes to me. “Tell me all about it, sweetie.” She starts babbling, but my father-in-law just grins and mouths “Karma” over her head. The old bastard is enjoying this too much and I’m sure he can’t wait to tell Anderson and the rest of the family who will definitely get a kick out of it.
I’m so screwed. I’m just grateful there were no twins, especially no twin girls.
THE END
