Page 95 of Blackout: Book Two

Epilogue

Blackie

Three years later…

Throwing Lacey’s legs over my shoulders, I dip my head and lick her pussy from ass to clit. The first taste of her is always the sweetest and I groan against her clit as the flavor of her bursts on my tongue.

Fucking Heaven.

Her ankles lock around my neck as she arches off the bed and threads her fingers through my long hair. My name sounds on her tongue and I go to work. Licking and sucking her until her pink pussy is slick with her come and swollen from the assault of my mouth.

Sometimes I wonder if we’ll ever get enough of one another. Then she comes violently on my tongue like she just did, and I laugh.

My body may have thirteen years on hers, but it will never grow tired of this.

Of us.

Of her.

Loving her.

Fucking her.

Worshipping her.

They’re all the things I was created for.

Her legs fall from my shoulders to the mattress and I lift my head, licking my lips as my eyes find hers.

Once so full of sadness, they’re now full of joy. Well, joy and lust. My girl is insatiable. One orgasm is never enough. A hard feat for parents of two little girls under the age of three. Wrapping my fist around my cock, my eyes dart to the clock on the nightstand. We’ve got like fifteen minutes before Dominique wakes up for her three o’clock feeding. Plenty of time to have her mother come on my cock.

Rolling onto my back, I drag Lacey on top of me. Her hands move to my shoulders as she straddles my thighs. I cup the back of her neck, bringing her mouth to mine and kiss her like I did the first time my lips ever touched hers.

Like she’s mine.

It took some time for the rest of me to catch up, for my mind to know what my heart knew the minute she came into my life. It took years, several overdoses and the threat of losing her forever for me to realize there was a greater purpose to life than drugs, alcohol and fucking the law. When I look back on those days I see pain, mistakes and a shit ton of heartache but when I look in the mirror, I see strength. I see lessons learned and a man who is clean and sober, living a prideful life. A life full of chaos. The beautiful kind of chaos that comes with being a father.

I still ride with the Satan’s Knights, but I never took a rank after I handed in my vice president patch. They say a man can’t find a balance between his club and his family but when they’re one and the same, there is no searching. The lifestyle in which I chose doesn’t work without putting things in perspective. I love my brothers but the only people I’ll sacrifice myself for are my wife and our two daughters.

My very greedy wife who is currently pinching my nipples as she impales herself on my cock, filling herself to the hilt. Gripping her hips, I lift my ass off the mattress and pound deeper inside of her. Her tits bounce with every thrust, reminding me how much I love the way her body has changed since having our girls.

“Get it, girl,” I grunt, leaning forward to take her nipple between my teeth. Her nails rake my shoulders as she slams down on my cock. Her pussy constricts and when she cries my name, I feel her spasm around me. Three thrusts later, I release her nipple and bite her shoulder as I come inside my wife with two minutes to spare.

She collapses on top of me, panting as I rub the bite marks on her shoulder with my thumb.

“How is it that we just keep getting better?” she questions breathlessly. The corners of my lips quirk as I think about the answer.

We’re not perfect.

But we’re well.

After Lacey recovered from the postpartum things were smooth sailing for a while. She saw her therapist regularly and with the new medication, her episodes with her maker became scarce. I attended meetings weekly and even meditated now and then. I still do but with Lacey now. It’s something she adapted to when she became pregnant with Dominique.

We weren’t trying.

I think both of us were too scared to have another child. Honestly, as much progress as I made being a recovering addict, I don’t know if I would’ve been able to maintain watching my wife go through all she did again. Every man has a breaking point and mine is Lacey’s pain.

Jacqueline had just turned one when Lacey found out she was pregnant. Like her first pregnancy, she stayed off her meds for the first trimester. As soon as she hit thirteen weeks, we were in Dr. Spiegel’s office. She took a lower dosage of her meds throughout the pregnancy and remained stable. I think me being with her also helped things out. I was able to calm her insecurities and assure her whenever she needed me too.

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