27. Family doesn’t mean blood
FAMILY DOESN’T MEAN BLOOD
Ipulled her hand to my lips, kissing it softly.
“It doesn’t matter if they are mine, what matters is they are yours.
” I looked down at her with as much love as I could muster.
“I will love them because they come from the most amazing beautiful woman I know. I don’t give a fuck if they are my blood.
Just because someone is blood related doesn’t mean they are family.
Our family is what we decide of it.” I finished.
Summer had tears in her eyes, and I frowned, shaking my head. “Sorry I didn’t mean—” my words were cut off by her finger on my lips.
“Don’t talk, just kiss me.” she grinned.
“Yes ma’am.” I bent down, kissing her lips tentatively.
Summer grabbed my head, forcefully pulling me closer.
I groaned into her lips, my hands coming around to grip her ass firmly.
I walked her backward to the couch, shoving the stacks of papers to the side.
She pushed against my chest, and my knees bent into the couch.
Straddling my thighs, she pulled me into her rough kisses, nipping at my lip and pulling it between her teeth.
I grinned into her kiss as she grabbed my hair, pulling away.
She looked at me with cautious eyes, and I smirked, “Well firefly, you’ve got me here. Are you going to take what’s yours?”
Her hand came across my face in a stinging slap before I could react.
Her lips were on mine. Her tongue shoved mine out of the way as she forced my mouth to her will.
My hands found her t-shirt, pulling it upwards as she fumbled with my zipper, forcing my hands down.
Papers crinkled under us with the urgency that overtook us.
I kissed a trail down her collarbone towards her breast as she moaned out, pulling my hair.
“Fuck I missed you,” she bit out as my tongue danced around her sensitive nipples.
Her hand gripped my head, directing it the way she wanted, and I groaned as her hips began to grind against my cock.
I pushed into her grinding back as my hands caressed her body, pulling soft gasps where my fingers trailed against her.
My hands skimmed across her body, and a soft laugh left me as one of the twins kicked at my hand.
“Guess they are just as excited as you are,” I kissed her bump, shoving her shorts down around her knees.
“Guess so,” she chuckled lightly, stepping out of her shorts and straddling my legs again. Her warm thighs felt divine as my cock pulsed in anticipation. Her breath mingled with mine as I rubbed her clitoris. A broken moan fell from her lips as her hair fell around our faces.
It was a curtain of golden curls as she looked at me with so much warmth and love.
“I love you firefly.” I whispered layering kisses across her cheek as my thumb pinched and rolled her clit between my fingers.
“Ahhh,” she moaned, and it was a beautiful sight. Her body jolted forward as she steadied her hands on my shoulder. A cocky smile laced my lips as she leaned close to me.
Summer’s lips rested on my ear as she whispered, “I love you.”
She nipped at my earlobe, sucking it between her teeth as she settled her drenched pussy on my dick.
I groaned into her temple as my pace on her clit faltered.
She moaned out as I pushed upward, stretching her tight walls around my cock.
We stayed there for what felt like an eternity, and then she started to grind.
I lost all thought as I pulled her hips downward fully on my cock, my breath came in pants as she started to bounce on my dick.
Her thighs slapped against mine as I matched her pace.
My lips found hers in a clashing kiss as she rode me, chasing that invisible high.
My hands gripped her hips as hers wove to her clitoris.
“That’s it, rub your pussy as you take my dick.
” I praised, and it only excited her more than a gush of warmth spread across my cock slipping down my balls.
She was incredibly sexy, taking charge of me.
Her right hand gripped my shoulder as her left continued to rub at her clit.
My mouth closed around her breasts, flicking and twirling around the buds as her head fell back in a scream.
Those soft, silky pussy lips squeezed and quivered against my dick, straining to both suck me in and shove me out in the next moment. I growled into her breast as my teeth lightly scraped against her.
“Cole!” she screamed as her body quivered with her release. I wasn’t done, though. I picked her up, tossing her gently back on the couch as I ground into her dripping wet cunt. She pulled me close as more papers fell in our mess of limbs.
Pumping into her like a man possessed, she found rhythm in my pace, matching my thrust for thrust. Her head fell back in a moan, and I captured her lips, swallowing another moan and pulling her hair.
Her hand circled my neck, and for half a second, I hesitated.
Summer squeezed my neck, cutting off my circulation, and my breaths became labored.
Her pussy fluttered, tightening with each thrust, and I was slowly losing the battle.
My dick throbbed in tune to the thudding in my head as she pulled my neck towards her.
It was the first time I had ever let her choke me, and my mind was buzzing with euphoria.
Pounding into her with a renewed sense of urgency, she moaned into my lips, “You like the way I choke you daddy?” Everything went blank at that statement; my mind stuttered as pleasure wrapped around my dick as I came within her.
I barely even registered her orgasm as she pulled me into a deep kiss.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” She giggled out.
My body spent of energy and my head buzzing, I stood a little dizzy.
A news article rested just under her thigh, and my eyes latched onto the face. I knew that face. It was one I had seen before.
“Oh my god,” the whisper left my mouth as I stared at the man.
“What?” she asked breathlessly, still recovering from the post-orgasmic bliss.
“Move your ass, that’s him.” I urged her.
She rolled over, grabbing the gun I’d gifted her and pulling the slide to chamber a bullet.
“Where?” Her eyes went alert as they looked around in confusion.
A laugh tumbled out of my mouth; she was clearly thinking faster than she could move. Her round belly giggled like a bowling ball hitting pins as she held the pistol ready to shoot.
“Sorry no I meant this,” I pulled at the page that was now splattered in our combined release.
She made the weapon safe and sat back, exhausted. “I swear if you pull that shit again I will shoot you.”
I tried to hide the laugh with a cough, but she just pulled her sweater around her body, looking at me with a pout.
The article was from a few years back, but the face was the same. It was the judge I met at poker.
She held it between her fingertips and looked at the man reading off his title.
“Judge Nathanial Cassidy awarded Judicial Division Award for outstanding service, the sixty-four year old judge stands proudly beside wife Winnie and daughter Jennifer as he accepts this once in a lifetime achievement.” I read from the article.
“Sounds like an old fart on a windy day. What’s he got to do with Gabriella?” She asked, grabbing a bag and chips off the table.
“Look at his cufflinks,” I said, pointing at the small golden bear on his black suit.
She dropped the bag and gripped the page, bringing it closer to her face. “You sure it’s not dried cum?”
“Positive.” I confirmed I didn’t bother to tell her I had met the man, still unsure that my suspicions were warranted.
“Let’s go kill a judge,” she said in an excited whisper.