Page 8 of Grim Justice

“What do you need, baby?”

“You.”

“Not specific enough,” I teased.

“Your big fat cock!”

Knowing she wanted me with the same reckless desire I wanted her did wicked things to my body. Her cries sent an adrenaline rush to my brain as she reached out, grasping for air as I leaned back and swiped my hand across my mouth.Delicious.

“You’re gonna take this dick, beautiful, and you’re gonna come hard when I fuck you.”

“Oh, God.”

“Is that what you want?” I didn’t wait for a reply. My hips snapped forward as I entered her, slamming home as a deep groan rose through my chest. That first plunge was always the fucking best. Nearly as euphoric as when I came.

Trish dug her nails into my arms as I watched her tits bouncing, driving into her wet cunt as she gripped me like no woman ever had. I didn’t expect her to come as quickly as she did.

Her channel squeezed my dick, and I had to thrust hard to remain inside her pussy. She spasmed around the girth, tightening those fluttering muscles around my shaft.

My body stilled as she writhed beneath me.

“Kiss me, Dex.”

I could never deny her. My mouth captured the sweetest lips.

“I love you,” she whispered as we parted.

My body demanded I move, staying still far too long as my dick throbbed. I slowly withdrew and glided back in, repeating the process until I was riding her hard, sweat clinging to my back.

“Mama? Daddy?”

Oh. Fuck. I froze mid-thrust.

Trish’s eyes widened. “Creed.”

There was one thing that could deflate a man’s hard-on so fast it gave him blue balls. His child waking up early from anap. I pulled out and rolled over, throwing an arm over my face. “Fuck.”

I just got cockblocked by my two-year-old son.

Trish giggled. “Your cock is shriveling.”

No shit. “I blame the baby monitor.”

“You’re the one who insisted we buy it.”

She was right. “I still hate it.”

“Oh, Dex.” Soft laughter reached my ears as she kissed my cheek. “I’ll get him.”

“No,” I sighed. “We’ll both go. He’ll get pissed if I’m not there.”

“Alright. I’m going to get dressed.”

I moved my arm in time to see her sexy naked ass jiggle before she pulled on a pair of underwear. She was much faster at this than me.

Maybe it was all the breastfeeding nights before she weaned Creed. I scooted off the bed and pouted, throwing on a pair of jeans. My flaccid dick looked pathetic as I stuffed it into my pants and zipped up.

Trish gave me an appraising look as I caught her gaze. She swept over my chest, down my stomach, and lingered on my dick. “I’m a lucky woman.”

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