Page 26 of Alfie: Part Two

“Hey.” He met me in a kiss and pulled me on top of him, and I was more than fine with that. I wriggled my ass over his semi-hard cock and sat up, to which he followed and sat up too. “We’ve both fucked up, and we’ll continue to do so for as long as we live.”

“I mean on that scale,” I said. “I was such a dumbass?—”

“That’s enough,” he whispered and nipped at my bottom lip. Ouch, that one had a warning sting to it. “We’re done apologizing, and we’re done feeling bad. Our biggest concerns right now are how we can spend as much time together as possible, when we tell our children we’re a family again, and how quickly I can get a ring back on your finger.”

I cupped his face in my hands and smiled like an idiot into a hard kiss. “I like those concerns—and quick is the best pace.”

“Not for everything.”

Hnngh.

There was nothing semi about his cock anymore.

“So are we gonna nap?” I reached blindly for the almond oil on his nightstand, and he seduced me with a deep, tongue-teasing kiss that gave me goose bumps all over.

“For sure.” He sucked in a breath and left a trail of kisses down to my neck, where he sucked on my skin as I poured oil into my hand.

Then I reached under me and found him hard, and I made quick work of slicking him up for me.

“Fuck,” he exhaled. “That’s my boy.”

All yours.

All mine.

He returned the oil while I gripped his cock and positioned myself over it, and I had to be careful. Slow and steady wins the race and all that. ’Cause we’d been at it a little too roughly at myhouse. I’d woken up sore as fuck. My ass needed a bit of time to readjust to nightly dickings after going so long without.

I let out an unsteady breath as I bore down and took him in, slow inch by slow inch. I felt my eyes close, and the fire ignited.

He grazed his teeth along my neck, his shallow breaths hitting my skin.

Oh, fuck me.

Despite the pain that flared up, a familiar craving made me throw caution to the wind, and I just needed more. I needed a hard hit to shake me up; I needed his aggressiveness to make me a good boy.

“We’ll buy a new house,” he said, his voice thick with desire.

“Can we focus on fucking?” I didn’t understand how his brain could even function properly. “Like, how can you even…”

He chuckled huskily and gripped my hips. “Can you blame me for wanting you around the clock?”

Nice save. That was a good one. I felt special again.But in general, let’s not discuss the housing market when you’re balls deep in my ass. Which he officially was. Holy fuck, that burned so good. I let out a groan and wiggled carefully over him.

As if on cue, West took over. More than that, he stole my focus. His hands framed my face, and he made me look him in the eye. Noses almost touching. I swallowed and exhaled shakily.

His eyes were so fucking sexy, and I loved what the years were doing to him. I’d probably given him some of those grays—and hopefully some of those laugh lines too.

It’s you and me, papi.

“I love you so much, baby,” he murmured.

I swallowed again and nodded jerkily, unable to speak. But it was okay. West knew how to take care of me. He knew how to play me like a fucking fiddle—in the best ways—and before I knew it, my stomach flipped. I was on my back, and I hadhim towering over me, covering my body with his. He kissed me hungrily, grabbed hold of the headboard, and started fucking me.

He hit all the right spots, and pain and pleasure crashed down on me. I moaned into the kiss and locked my arms and legs around him.

“Oh fuck.” I gasped and screwed my eyes shut, and my fingernails disappeared into his shoulder blades the harder he fucked me.

He groaned and swept his tongue around mine in a seductive push and pull, and I choked on a moan as he ground his cock as deep as he could. But before long, it wasn’t enough. We both needed more, and the desperation clung in the heavy air around us. The moment he pulled out, I knew what was up. Papi needed it rough.

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