Page 19 of Possessing Her

“I don’t think I’m going to start birth control.” I drop my head. The careful control I’ve had on myself is slowly fading.

“Are you looking to get fucked? Want my cock in this greedy little cunt?” My thumbs move to the apex of her thighs. Wetness is coating her lips, and if I slide upwards, I’ll have it on my skin. I lick my lips, ready for another taste of my wife.

“Johnny.” Her eyes close, head tips back, and I move closer. My cock bobs along my abdomen, and as much as I want to take her, give her that ride we both want, I’ve got to get this off my chest first.

“Open your eyes for me, cariño. I’ll give you my dick after we talk about the club for a minute.” My statement doesn’t deter her or make her pull away. Winnie’s hands delve into my hair, pulling me closer.

“Tell me while you’re inside me, please.”

“Fuck, woman, you’re going to be sore tomorrow.” I lift her up and plant her on my lap, the blanket dropping to the floor, and she lines herself up to take me.

“And you won’t see me complaining.” My hands grip her hips tighter, holding her back for a minute.

“Look at me, Winn. I want what you’re offering, so damn badly, but this is getting out in the open and, fuck me, I hope you’re okay with it because I’m going to fuck you raw and plant my baby inside you, keep fucking you until you’re pregnant with our child.” I should have held back on my statement. Winnie is in a lust-filled haze. Her hearing my admission is going to be damn difficult with how she’s looking.

“Hurry up.” I allow her the barest of movement until the head of my cock is enveloped by her velvet clutch.

“The club has a downstairs scene now called Night Moves.” I’m about to drop the fucking bombshell when she wiggles her hips and sinks down further. I’m doing little to restrain her, and she’s without a doubt trying to top me. “Winnie, look at me, give me your pretty, blue eyes, mi esposa.” We stay still.

“I know what it is. I saw the paperwork on your desk when I left you a note. Now, please fuck me, make me yours, give me your babies, and love me as much as I love you.” Her words are barely out before I’m slamming her down on my cock. Fuck it. Tomorrow, she can lie in bed all day with an icepack between her legs or, better yet, I’ll lie between her pretty fucking thighs and lick her clit until she’s better. Either way is a win. She’ll be in my bed, in my life, and engrained in me like she is on my skin.

“Winn,” I moan, feeling her wrapped around my cock, pulsing with pleasure, soft little purrs leaving her lips.

“Johnny.” The tips of her fingers dig into my shoulders. I’m definitely going to have bruises on them tomorrow. I’ll have to wear a shirt tonight once Sebastian comes home, or he’ll one hundred percent have questions that neither of us is ready to answer yet.

“Mierda, so fucking good,” I grunt, lifting her up and slamming her back down. I’m ready to blow already. It’s too goddamn soon and too goddamn fast. Except it’s Winnie, and anytime I’m inside her, blowing my load is priority number oneafter she gets hers. Which is why I go for fucking broke, taking her as roughly as possible in this situation, keeping my thumb on her clit, working it in circular motions, pressing down, and repeating the process. “Next time you’re on your hands and knees, my finger will be in your ass while I take your cunt with my cock.” She falls forward, breathless with desire. Her orgasm is building. I can tell by the way she is choking my cock with her pussy. I maintain every semblance of my being, each thrust, each swipe of her clit, until I’m finally in a position and her head is tipped back.

“Johnny!” I wrap my mouth around one taut nipple, sucking it as hard and deep as possible, biting on the tip, and pushing her over the fucking edge. Winnie takes me right along with her, ripping the cum from my body until I’m pulsing inside of her with each punch of my hips. I don’t stop until we both have come down from our mutual orgasms.

“Never gets old, mi esposa, it never gets old.” A ripple skates along my cock, sending an aftershock of sensations through me.

“And it never will.” She cuddles into my chest, relaxing further, and I’m pretty sure if we stay in this position long enough, she’s going to fall asleep on my dick.

“Nope, let’s shower and get some sleep. I’ll text Mom and see if she minds keeping Seb for the night.” I wrap my arms around her waist and stand up, and Winnie locks her ankles behind my back.

“You know she won’t mind. Neither will Sebastian.” She lets out a soft laugh. My cock deflates, causing me to lose her heat, which pisses me off further. If I had more energy, I’d fuck her the entire walk to the bathroom.

“I figure not. Love you, Winn,” I tell her then place a kiss on the side of her head.

“I love you, Johnny.” A smile tips my lips. I’ve got my wife back, we’re going to have Sebastian permanently, and if we cansurvive the hell we’ve been put through, we can fucking survive anything that comes our way.

13

JOHNNY

“Fuck.” I run my hand down my face after parking in an up-close spot at the big box store. It’s just past dawn, and I’d much rather be at home in bed with my wife. Except she and my nephew need it all. Shit, they need everything. After hearing what little they have in their apartment in Georgia, it made my muscles tense, my teeth grind down enough for my back molars to turn into dust, and my heart clench inside my chest.

Which is why I’m here, meeting Lennie and Kenny, both more than ready to help me pull out the big guns, and as I take a look toward the door, I see they’ve brought company in the form of their other halves, Asher and Trent. They’re standing at the entrance, each of them holding a to-go cup of coffee in their hands. The girls have really rallied the troops. The icing on the cake would be my mother, Asher’s mom, Trent’s mom, and Lennie’s adopted mom, Catherine. I think the only reason they aren’t in tow is because my mom has Seb, Trent’s mom is more than likely busy with what she has going on, the woman is go-go-go, and Asher and Kenny’s mom still works part time.

I watch as my friends look on. Both of the guys have a shit-eating grin on their faces and know this isn’t one of those days I’m looking forward to. I’m not a shopper, hate it and will do anything to avoid it, including hiring it out. Except this is close to the vest, and while I’d have preferred to order everything online and have it delivered to the house, this is something I want to be hands-on with. Plus, the likelihood of it all being delivered on the same day not broken is highly fucking unlikely.

Kennedy looks at her watch and then back to me, telling me time is ticking, doing it with a sly smirk on her face. The baby of the group, always pulling shit on one of us. I guess that’s payback for leaving her out when we were growing up. Except now she’s an adult and has a child of her own, Briar. The life of the party, always wanting to be thrown around in the pool, and chocolate obsessed. Which reminds me; I need to see where Sebastian is in the swimming department. We have a pool where we live, although gated, but some of our friends have pools, too, Kennedy and Trent included. Theirs is in the beginning stages. Still, we live in Florida; fucking water surrounds us everywhere.

I pull my keys out of the ignition and grab my phone from the dash above the gear shifter. The only thing I’ve technically changed in my personal life after Winnie left was vehicles. I’ve upgraded, and the low whistle my dad let out when I pulled into their driveway had me shaking my head. We came from humble beginnings. Both my parents worked, and I busted my ass in school in order to get the most out of college as I could. While there, I started doing anything I could to make money, always hustling, knowing that I wanted more out of life than working nine to five, plus overtime when it was allowed, and my worst nightmare, working for someone who isn’t myself.

The matte black Range Rover with black interior and black rims cost a whack. It’s also a hybrid and has more creature comforts than needed. It was the one want I gave myself. It alsohelped my conscience that my older SUV is now with my sister. Her former car had some age on it. She commutes to and from work a lot more than I do, so it made sense to give it to her rather than trade it in to only receive pennies for it.

“About time you join us.” Asher’s voice carries through the parking lot after I get out of the car and close the driver’s side door. I’m re-thinking texting the group last night after Winnie and I took a shower together, my hands on every inch of her body, re-affirming the fact that my wife missed more than a meal here and there. I love her more than her body, except when I know she worked herself to the bone to provide for others and not keep herself fed.

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