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I grind my pussy, swiveling my hips and moving faster. When he licks the pad of his thumb and rubs it over my clit, I know I won’t last much longer.

“James, please…” I pant, the ache in my belly intensifying as my pussy throbs with need.

He growls and grabs my fleshy hips. “I got you, baby. Hang on.”

I firmly grip the headboard while he shoves inside me from below. Pounding my body with relentless thrusts as he spears my pussy with his fat cock, his tight balls slapping against my ass. I arch back, feeling him deeper inside me while my heavy breasts sway in front of his face.

“Please, don’t stop. I’m right there…”

“Fucking come for me, Sunshine. Squeeze my dick until I fill you up with cum.” His filthy words are all I need and I shatter for him, just like he asked.

Lightning zips from my head to my toes as I bite my lip hard, struggling to remain quiet. I’m losing my strength to a euphoric bliss while James continues fucking me. Then, with one last thrust, he releases inside me, marking my quivering walls with his hot cum. I fall forward, collapsing against his chest as he whispers my name and kisses my forehead.

We lie motionless, his cock still inside me, until our breathing regulates to a calmer pace. “If this is how all punishments end, then I’m gonna be a bad girl more often.”

“The fuck you will.” He snickers.

I sit up to look at him. “Why not?” I sass.

“'Cause only good girls get all the orgasms, Lil.”

“Well, I think that’s all the orgasms I can handle for one night.” I lie back down against him, savoring the closeness. But my eyes shoot open when he unexpectedly flips us over and wedges himself between my thighs.

He removes the scarf from my bound hands and tosses it to the floor before massaging my wrists. “Your pussy is done when I say it’s done. And I plan on fucking you all night.” His mouth crashes to mine in a kiss hot enough to raise my body temperature a few degrees.

“James…”

“I told you you’re mine. And I know exactly how much my girl can handle.” Then, he shifts down the bed until his face hovers above my pussy. “Now, relax and let me have a snack.”

10

LILY

That’s the third dirty look I’ve sent him this morning. But James continues to ignore them and presses kisses to my lips every chance he gets. Things between us are moving fast, and he’s acting like we haven’t spent a day apart. But I want to make sure everyone’s on board with what’s happening, particularly my son. Though Caleb surprised me, putting my concerns at ease, as soon as he woke up and bolted from his room.

When he spotted James pouring a cup of coffee in our kitchen, he didn’t ask any questions, just threw his arms around the tattooed biker’s leg and hugged him good morning. Now, we’re making breakfast, acting like a family, as if we’ve been doing this routine together for years.

James ruffles Caleb’s hair when the kid squeezes between us to get the silverware. “Have a good night’s sleep, little man?” James hasn’t said it out loud, but I know he’s happy that my son has taken such a liking to him.

“Yep! Did you?” Caleb asks respectfully with a lopsided smile on his cute little face.

James smirks at me before replying. “The best. Haven’t had a night that good in years.”

I pull my lips between my teeth and turn my back to hide my embarrassment.

We continue preparing breakfast, moving around each other like a choreographed dance, the three of us working as a team. Caleb has the table set when James and I bring everything out before we take the same seats we occupied yesterday. It’s strange how quickly his being here has become normal. And the thought of us not doing this every morning causes a dull ache in the center of my chest. But the momentary angst is knocked away when, underneath the table, James slips his hand beneath the hem of my pajama shorts, lightly stroking my lace panties.

“Mommy, are you okay? Your face is red,” Caleb questions, and I choke on my bite of pancake.

I roughly swallow my food, then take a sip of my coffee, giving myself a second to regain my composure. “Yeah, sweetie. Mommy’s fine.”

James laughs beside me, trying to hide his amusement with a cough into his fist. I playfully smack his bicep because it’s his fault for making me blush at the table.

After we finish eating, we clean up the kitchen before moving to the living room and finding a movie to watch. We’re halfway through it when James’s phone rings.

“Gunner,” he states after lifting his cell to his ear. Within moments, his face morphs into a somber expression as his shoulders grow tense, his hand clenching into a tight fist. “On my way.” He abruptly ends the call and gives me a quick peck on the lips. Then James reaches out to Caleb, who is playing with his trucks on the floor, and pats my son on the shoulder.

“Everything okay?” It’s a rhetorical question because his actions tell me everything is in fact not okay.

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