Page 216 of Deceit

“Wasn’t ready. Why didn’t you?” I work the band of her cotton shorts down her thighs as I flick my tongue over her other breast. “You terrified me. Still do.”

“You want to stay married to me?”

“Yep.” I trail my mouth down the bundle of her shirt and to her pelvis, where I shimmy her out of her panties and shorts.

“Don’t say it if you don’t mean it,” she censures. “I’m not in the mental space right now.”

I kiss right above her clit and my mouth waters with the lack of having her taste on my tongue. “I want you for the rest of my life.”

“Bishop.” My name sounds like a warning. “Atlas and Alaric are another man’s children.” My tongue runs up the wet seam of her pussy, and Emmy groans out, making my dick hard as fuck at her need for me laced in it.

“I’ll love them like I do you,” I answer. “They’re a part of you, the only pieces I had left when you were gone.”

“You want to be a family?”

“And I want you to come on my fucking face.”

Emmy’s body arches into me again, demanding more. I fight the urge to finger-fuck her, wanting my cock to be the only selfish thing that enters her tonight.

I nudge my nose along her sensitive bundle, inhaling her again. “I want to be a fucking prick and demand you take my last name.”

“I’ll think about it.” She opens her legs wider for me, giving me full access to her pretty pussy and whatever I want to do with it.

She’s hesitant and waiting for the other ball to drop. For when I change my mind and take everything back.

When I don’t love her anymore because she must’ve thought I never did. And I didn’t help.

“What’ll make you change your mind?”

She runs a hand through my hair as her heels dig into the sides of my ass. “I’m not sure yet. I think I’m dreaming.”

I growl in irritation because I’ve really been a fucking asshole to myself and her.

Extending my tongue, I bow down to lick her center then right to that pretty little clit to give her some insight on forever with me.

“I’m surrendering, wife,” I drawl, climbing up her body and leaving kisses and licks of my tongue on the way. “My cock and head have been going at it for years when it comes to you.”

“Sounds exhausting.” I kiss her jaw and she releases a heavy exhale. “What are you doing here?”

“I can’t stay away from you.” My lips find the other side of her face. “And…I’m sorry for earlier.”

“Are you high?”

A chuckle forms in my chest as my hungry hands roam up her sides. “Not off cannabis.”

“I know something you can do for me.”

“What?”

“Take your shirt off.” I smile and do what she wants to where she wastes zero time roaming my chest with her fingertips.

“What else, baby?”

She leans forward and says close to my lips. “I wanna be on top.”

“Shit.” I release an unstable exhale and don’t know what I did right in life to desire this woman.

For such a small and pretty little thing, Emmy has all two hundred plus pounds of my attitude, muscle, and facial hair within her petite hands. It’s just letting her keep it and into my full spectrum of fucked up which is the scariest thing.

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