Page 95 of Mister Mom

He tilts his head as if he’s thinking really hard. “I’ve heard that make-up sex is the best kind of sex… should we find out?”

I smirk. “We most definitely should.”

Before I even know what’s happening he’s lifted me off the ground and I’m hanging over his shoulder.

“Oh, my God, Vance, put me down.”

He only laughs, turning to head into the house and smacking me on the ass as he makes his way toward the stairs.

Call it intuition, call it hope, but something inside me knows that Vance will continue to carry me through life and never let me down again.

Epilogue

Vance

One Year Later

“I really need to go back out. Jack is gonna to be knocking on this door again,” Layla says. Her hands contradict her words when they descend down to my ass, thrusting me inside of her.

“Jack will wait. I think he’s used to your trailer rocking.”

Layla smacks me. “Funny, but I don’t want him to think I’m some prima donna.” Her head falls back. “Oh. My. God. Yes! Right there.” A groan escapes her throat.

“So stop, then?” I stop grinding and grin down at her.

Her hand slides to the back of my neck and she pulls me down. I should make her beg, but she’s way too tempting for my self-discipline to win this one.

“If you stop I’ll kill you.”

I chuckle. My hips grind my cock deep and my tongue slides into her waiting mouth.

She lets out a soft moan. “Harder,” she says, panting for breath.

I thrust hard into her. “God, you feel so fucking good.”

Our quickie in the trailer turns a little more sensual than normal. Half the time, I’m lifting her dress and bending her over the table. You’d think after the year we’ve been together that we could keep our hands off one another for a whole day.

Nope. We’re more on fire for each other than ever.

“That’s it. I’m coming,” she says and her entire body stiffens right before she falls into the couch, heaving for breath.

I grind into her a few more times, not wanting to come because I could stay inside of her for the rest of the day and still not have had my fill. She lifts her legs and my dick slides deeper, punching up my orgasm like the needle on an engine. I’m in the overheating zone, so I still inside of her, swallowing my own groans and pushing my face into Layla’s neck.

I lift my head and kiss her once more before pulling out.

“No sugaring the cookie today?” she asks, sitting up and buttoning up her blouse.

“I figured less clean-up.”

She stands and shakes her head. “Not for me,” she deadpans.

I snatch her by the waist and pull her down to my lap. “I’ll clean you up.”

She kisses my cheek and escapes my hold. “Next time I’m holding you to that.” She disappears into the bathroom and I finish dressing.

“Hey,” I yell to her. “Only two days before the weekend.” I do a little dance that she can’t see.

“You’re that excited to go to Disneyland?” She comes out of the bathroom with her hair styled into a slicked-back ponytail, her dress arranged perfectly on her body and looking like we didn’t just fuck.

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