Chapter 48 #2
Dropping her head, she plants a kiss on my lips. “I love you.”
“Love you too, baby.” I run my tongue along the seam of her lips while lowering my hand down her stomach, dipping it below her panties to cup her pussy.
I groan as soon as I feel the wetness.
My wife is always ready for me .
“We need to get these off,” I moan. “How bad do you care if I rip them off?”
“I bought three pairs of them because I knew there was a chance you would.”
I rip the panties in one swift movement and play with her clit.
“Ride my cock, baby,” I instruct her, helping her lift herself.
My hands stay on her hips as she grabs my hard cock, stroking it once. I hiss through my teeth as I lower her onto it.
She’s always so wet and warm.
So tight.
No other pussy will ever be better.
I raise one of my hands to her back, unclasping her bra and tossing it to the side. She throws her head back as I lift both hands, cupping her swollen breasts.
“Yes,” she moans, gyrating her hips as I play with her nipple, running my thumb over it.
I lick my lips, taking one in my mouth.
A few seconds later, I relax, allowing her to find her rhythm and take control.
“God, I love your big cock,” she moans, setting her palms on my chest and swaying her hips.
“Fuck yeah, baby.”
I settle my hands back on her hips, lifting her on and off my cock, and she starts wildly riding me.
Her eyes shutter as she takes in the pleasure while I press my hips forward, meeting her thrust for thrust.
As she rides me, her breasts jiggle in my face. My mouth waters as I raise my chin to press my face between them and suck on a nipple.
“God, I love you,” she says.
I lean forward for a better angle as she bounces on my dick. She’s fucking me so hard that my back keeps ramming into the headboard.
I can always tell when she’s close because she goes fucking hard.
My baby works for her orgasm.
Her legs tremble as she throws her head back, moaning my name and telling me how much she loves me.
That’s another sign I know she’s close.
She throws out, “ I love you” and “ I love your cock .”
“Yes, baby,” I grunt out. “Come on your husband’s cock. Give it to me. Use this dick for all your needs.”
She fucks me harder.
The headboard hits the wall.
Not even ten seconds later, I feel her pussy constrict around my cock, and she moans out my name, along with another appreciative comment about my big dick.
I’m so close myself.
Gripping Genesis’s hips, I flip her onto her stomach, her ass in the air. I slap it a few times, and my dick is soaked with her cum as I thrust inside her.
She plants her elbows on the bed as I raise her hips higher, fucking her as hard as she fucked me, grunting how much I love her with each stroke.
I fuck her as hard as I love her.
As I get close, my cock growing bigger and ready to bust in her sweet pussy, I roll her onto her back. I push my body between her legs, entering her missionary, and she wraps her legs around my waist.
I slowly make love to my wife.
Five Months Later
Women are fucking warriors.
Genesis was in labor for twelve hours.
Twelve. Fucking. Hours.
I’ve been around strong, murderous men all my life, but never seen someone as strong as her.
“Have Mom and Dad decided on a name yet?” the nurse asks as I sit beside Genesis on the hospital bed, running my thumb over our baby girl’s hair.
She’s beautiful.
I’ve never seen or held anything more precious.
Staring down at her, I smile.
I had no idea I could fall in love with someone so fast. The moment she came into this world, crying at the top of her lungs, I knew she’d be my entire world.
Genesis’s and my entire world because I can see the love radiating off Genesis.
She’ll be a great mom.
Speaking of mothers .
We haven’t heard from hers since she called her about Prosecutor Cliff Sikes mentioning her. They put a warrant out for her mother’s arrest, but as far as we knew, she’s still out of the country. My guess is she’ll never come back, and Genesis has stopped reaching out to her.
Genesis glances up at me with tired eyes. “What about Melissa?” There’s no missing the nervousness in her voice, like she isn’t sure if the idea will excite or sadden me.
“Melissa,” I say, repeating the word slowly. I’m quiet for a moment before softening my voice. “What do you think, baby girl? Do you want to be named after your aunt?”
Our baby coos.
I grin.
“I think that’s a yes,” Genesis says around a light laugh as a tear slips down her cheek.
I tip my head forward to kiss her forehead before staring up at the ceiling. “Look, Ma. You have another granddaughter.”
I sniffle, holding myself back from getting emotional.
I won’t lie and say I managed that same strength when I held her for the first time. It was like my heart was fully filled with warmth in a way it never had been.
While Genesis had helped heal it, my baby girl was the finishing piece for it.
“Melissa is a beautiful name.” The nurse smiles, taking in the moment. “Please let me know if you need anything.”
Genesis’s cheeks are flushed as her eyes well with tears.
“Baby,” I whisper, cupping her face with my hand, “we did it.”
“We did it,” she says, releasing a full-on sob.
“Thank you for giving me something to live for,” I say, stroking her skin. “For so long, I thought my life had done nothing but crumble to ruins. But here you came into my life, building me up inch by inch until I reached happiness.”
She grabs my free hand in hers and squeezes it as I snuggle closer to them.
Genesis created my light.
My happiness.
My new beginning.