Page 80 of Devil's Own: Roughneck

He gives me more, plunging those two fingers inside my wetness, thrusting hard to get me ready for him. He should know by now I’m always ready to take him. But this gives me the chance to go after the zipper on his jeans that he’d thrown on to let Otto, our German Shepherd, out for his morning bathroom break.

“Gonna eat you first,” he grumbles after tearing his mouth from mine, and he rolls my panties down my body until he can throw them to the floor. His mouth descends, hitting center. My mouth drops open, trying to make a sound, but nothing leaves it because the sensations are too much. While he sucks hard on my clit, he continues to thrust his fingers inside me, bending them forward, and my body begins to vibrate.

When my first orgasm of the day hits, he takes the opportunity to kick off his jeans, then he moves back on top of me, buck naked. He shoves my knees up by my head, spreading me wide, and presses in.

Just like every time he makes love to me, I moan when he fills me. God, I love this man. “Love this pussy,” he mumbles as he thrusts up, twisting his hips, and I clamp down, shouting his name. “Fucking this pussy for the rest of my life…”

I totally get off on the dirty talk, even after all these years.

“Hand,” I order, and he moves his hand to press down on my pubic bone while he continues fucking me. It’s a sensation I can’t describe besides to say it’severything. All at once.

As I lose myself in the sensation, he pulls out, flips me onto my stomach, yanks my hips up off the bed, uses his knee to widen mine, and then he fills me again. I use one hand as a brace against the headboard because his thrusts not only move us but they move the entire bed.

“Let me cum,” I beg.

“Too soon,” he answers right before pulling out again and sweeping my knees out from under me. He bends one of my knees, moving it up to my waist, and he slides back in on a diagonal thrust.

That’s all I can take. I press my face to the pillow and scream as my unbelievable orgasm hits, rippling through me wave after wave, and I feel the torrent ofhisorgasm flow inside me. I love the feeling of him coming inside me. Rough got a vasectomy after our baby girl was born. He talked me into giving him two babies of his own, and then we called it good. Our son was born pretty much forty weeks to the day after we stopped using protection. I had a smooth delivery, thank the good Lord. Given what Reaper and Dusty went through, I didn’t think my husband’s heart could take any other outcome. Our daughter sort of surprised us a few years after. We’d been talking about trying again when I found out I was pregnant. It turns out the St. John’s Wort I’d started taking for my perimenopause symptoms rendered my birth control ineffective. Learn something new every day. But that means I’ve enjoyed the sensation for years now, consequence-free.

“My husband will be upset if he finds you here,” I tease.

Rough gathers me in his arms. “Then he should fuck you better, keep you satisfied.” And he kisses me slow and sweet. “Happy anniversary, baby,” he says.

“The best twenty-five years of my life,” I reply.

“Fuck… Same, baby. Going home with you was the best decision I ever made in my life.”

“Uh… I believe you tookmehome withyou.”

A wicked grin spreads across his face. “But you propositioned mefirst. Don’t ever forget that.”

“Best decision ofmylife,” I reply, pressing another kiss to his still-smirking mouth.

Cambria, our eighteen-year-old, pounds on our bedroom door. “It’s disgusting that I should have to be subjected to this torture.”

“There’s a solution,” my husband shouts.

“Jesus, I can’t wait until college in the fall,” she responds. To be fair, when he thrusts hard enough to move the bed, she can probably hear the scraping and wall thumping from downstairs. And our master bedroom is located off the kitchen.

Cambria graduates in a month. Then she’s off to UK in the fall. I’m not ready for that, but I’m proud of her. Smart as a whip. She’s her class valedictorian. Grady is twenty-two and patched into the club a few years ago.

“Your mom is hot,” Rough calls through the door. “You should feel lucky to have her DNA. Someday, you won’t be eighteen, and you’ll be fucking glad that you took after her.”

“Somedayisn’ttoday, Dad.”

“You just had to teach her how to talk,” he tells me.

“Don’t drag me into this. You’re the one who begged me to try for a girl.”

“I can still hear you, you know,” she hollers through the door.

“Wasn’t trying for you not to,” he shouts back, then to me, he adds, “Well, you, wife, were all sweet when we met, and Reap’s and Cut’s girls are amazing. Cam was attached to my hip when she was younger. What the hell happened?”

“Maybe hearing my parents’ sexploits every day for the last eighteen years. God, the way you go after her, I’m surprised she hasn’t needed reconstruction surgery down there.”

“How do you know she hasn’t?” he asks. “Tighter than the first time I fucked her.”

“Oh,gross. Dad, you’ve got to stop.”

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