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“Get out of your head, baby,” my wife’s soothing voice whispers against my ear and I smile, turning to gaze up at her.
Of course she knows I am thinking about how I almost fumbled the most important play of my life. Out on the football field, I rarely made a mistake. But in real life, I made plenty. I am thankful that my sweet wife gave me all the chances she did.
Holding my entire life in my arms, I smile so wide I probably look like a lunatic. When I started talking to her again on that app—which turned into a hit and even had a Netflix romance movie made about a couple finding love using it—I was lonely and miserable. If it had been any other woman I had matched with, I don’t think it would have mattered.
Talking to her was like talking to my other half. To the girl who knew me better than my best friend, my football team, hell even my mother or brothers. That was Paisley. My other half. From the time we were kids, hanging out every weekend playing video games and drinking Slurpee’s, to making out at the lake and sneaking off to the cabin for weekends so X-rated they still make me blush when I think of them.
“Ever wish you had stayed in the big city?” I ask her now, kissing our daughter’s head to hide my smile. I know the answer but sometimes I still like to hear her say it.
“Not for a minute. It smelled awful, was too loud, and people were mean. Here it smells like sunshine and rain, all I hear are wildlife and our baby girl, and frankly, the people here adore me. Why would I ever regret coming back,” she teases, never once mentioning me.
When I see her grin, I know what she is up to. My sweet wife is a bit randy when she is pregnant. I think it’s another reason she let me knock her up so soon after Prim was born. Now she wants to rile me up, so she doesn’t tell me what I want to hear.
She will pay for it later—and we will both enjoy it.
“If I could get you pregnant while you were pregnant, it would happen tonight,” I growl against her ear, laughing when I feel her shudder. But when my little baby girl fusses, we both abandon our flirting and see what our princess needs.
What she wants is her bestie Milo, who is shouting at his dad as he throws a touchdown. I grunt a whispered string of curses. I need to tell Connor to keep his son away from my daughter. Six years difference between them won’t matter when they are teenagers.
“She adores him,” Paisley coos, taking her from me to pass her off to Milo, who grins and hoists her on his little hip, talking to her about whatever is going on down on the field. Right away, she is calm and smiling, listening to him talk about football like a pro. I can’t help but smile as I recall all the similar moments I shared with my Paisley.
We were best friends first, and that’s why despite it all, we made it this far. I doubt there is romance on the horizon for the toddlers but at least I know she will always have someone to look out for her, a friend who will show her things and make her smile. I am thankful that she will have him, Millie, and Morgan, Hailee and Connor’s two daughters, as well as her own little brother.
Just like Paisley, Connor, and Hailee, our kids will have best friends they call family. They will always have someone who is there when they are down, someone to bring them Slurpee's and watch bad movies with them. Someone to eat junk food with and who lets them draw all over them when they feel creative.
I can only hope they are the type of friends who let them sneak out while the kids are occupied so mommy and daddy can get a quiet moment alone.
Grinning at Hailee who waves us away when she sees me backing from the room, tugging my wife with me, I laugh. My wife has no shame when she needs me and for the last hour, between shouting at Connor from a booth he cannot hear her in, and fussing over the kids, she has been downright needy. I need to take care of my wife, no matter what that means.
At this moment, it means railing her as soon as possible.
“Down the hall,” I whisper against her throat as I walk in step behind her, already sliding my hands beneath her skirt, “take that door on the right. It’s some rich pricks’ box he never uses,” I explain as I hurry her along, my cock swelling against her plump ass as her little whimpers fill the hall.
My hands slide up her creamy thighs as she pushes into the room. It’s dark and empty and I let out a thankful sigh. Kicking the door shut behind me, I take the time to lock it. We’ve been caught fucking at the stadium a few times and I rather not go through that again tonight. Guiding her through the room in the dark, I edge us towards the wide couches by the windows overlooking the field.
With the game still in its last moments, light floods in from the seats, just enough to illuminate this part of the big room. Plenty for me to see her as I bend her over the couch and flip her skirt up. I snarl like a beast when I see she’s so wet her panties are sticking to her pussy. I drop to my knees to worship that sweet cunt the way it deserves.
“It's so pretty when you get hot for me,” I whisper, kissing up her thighs as I pull her panties to the side, baring her wet slit, “turns so pink and plump. You want my mouth on you, baby?”
“Yes. Yes, I need it,” she moans, shaking her ass at me.
I swat her ass a few times, laughing when it makes her drip down her thick thighs. Wetting my lips, I lean in and lick up every drop of cream, pushing my tongue between her folds to spread her open. Her sweet tang floods my mouth and I growl, reaching down to unzip my slacks and let my cock out. With one hand, I jerk myself to relieve some of the buildup. The other hand grips her ass to steady her as I feast on her until she comes, really flooding my mouth as she shouts.
"Oh, no, babe, you need to be quiet for me,” I warn her, slapping her ass again as I push back to my feet, gently kicking her knees wider, “when I fill you up, you can’t be loud. I know you want to, you always give me that sexy little scream with I stuff you with my cock. I fucking love it, baby. But I need to make my wife come right now, and I need her to be quiet for me so I can get that done. Can you do that for me?” I ask gently, pushing my hands up her back as she kneels on the couch, gripping the back of it. We’re about to ruin this couch and I don’t even care.
Paisley glances back at me and nods, but I can tell by her smirk she won’t be able to keep quiet. She never can. Swatting her once more for lying to me, I shake my head as I fist my cock and line myself up. Before I push inside her, I bend, yanking her head further back so I can take her mouth. Kissing her sometimes is enough to make me go off, even all these years later. I always recall the warm sunshine and the smell of the fresh summer air and the lake when we first kissed.
“I love you. Now let me fuck you like I don’t,” I whisper against her mouth as I grip her hip in one hand. Watching her, I slide inside of her slowly. Savoring every inch of her gripping me so tight as I push balls deep, I see the scream working its way out of her. Holding her gaze, I cup my hand over her mouth and shake my head, warning her to hush.
“No, babe. Hush and take me like the greedy wife you are for all this cock,” I hiss as she pants into my hand.
We won’t have time to make this as dirty as she wants it right now. Usually I will ride her to at least two orgasms before I fill her the way she likes me to. Tonight is a big night for our friends, and we need to be there to celebrate. When I get her home later, I can give it to her good. For now, I just need to get her off and show us both that she belongs to me.
“There she is, my sweet girl,” I rasp, watching as her pussy takes me, gripping tightly as I thrust in and out of her fast, hard, deep, shaking her little body, “taking me so good. You need to come again, baby? You need it so bad, don’t you?” I taunt her, the hand at her hip sliding down to find her clit, the flats of my fingers rubbing hard, fast circles at her swollen button. Within a few thrusts, she is shaking, collapsing forward and screaming into my hand as I fuck her harder, faster, never letting up on the touch between her thighs.
“Fuck, that’s it. Just like that. Let me fill you up, babe, let me keep you full until I can fuck you the way you need. That’s what you want, isn’t it? To walk around tonight full of me, so no one forgets that you belong to me.”
Paisley lets out a throaty sound, half cry, half moan and I smile. Bending over her, I pick up my pace, thrusting so hard and fast the couch is moving across the floor. My sweet girl takes it like a champ. She always gives me what I need when I need it most. And so I always give her what she needs.
