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LEVI
I am in love. For the first time in my life, I am truly, deeply, madly in love. Drives me fucking crazy how much I love her. How much it kills me that even now, after going all in, she lies to me. Every. Single. Fucking. Day.
For the most part, I think I am a sane, rational man. Despite my issues with Isabel, I never went crazy with jealousy or made accusations. Even when the proof of her indiscretions came out, I didn't respond with wild emotion. I went to the courthouse, filed for divorce, and packed her shit. Nursed my wounded ego and lonely heart for a few months. End of story.
Brynn....she makes me less than sane and anything but rational.
Foolishly demanding she change her home, her city, her entire life had almost cost me everything. Had almost cost me her. I couldn't even consider losing her now. Didn't mean I didn't wonder about the lies. About how bad it could be that after everything, she couldn't tell me. And yet; I would let her lie to me if she needed to. Because I loved her beyond reason.
“What are we doing today?” It started like any other Monday before.
I woke up, changed, fed and cuddled with my daughter. I promised again that I'd keep Brynn for her. Because Amelia loved her and needed her, more than even I did. Brynn was her mother, and nothing could change that. Not even a few lies. Because, I knew those lies could never be as big as what she meant to me, to Amelia. Never.
Setting my daughter up for some tummy time, I headed back to the bedroom to get some mommy and daddy time.
Because, this Monday, Brynn loved me.
Pretty sure she loved me all the Mondays before, too. But this one, she told me so. I crawled up the new bed, which was amazing and I loved seeing her snuggled in, shoving her thighs open. Brynn was a Goddess in the morning; all creamy skin and swollen lips and messy hair. I loved it. I woke her up with a dirty, wet, hot kiss to her pussy, making her come two times with my tongue and fingers before I asked about our day.
But, not before she told me again.
“I love you.” It was breathy and gravelly this time, her skin flushed from her orgasm.
“Mmm, I love you, my queen.” I licked her sweetness once more, moaning at her sweet, salty taste before I asked again.
“What are we doing today?” My eyes darted to the phone on the bedside table the same moment she looked.
It rang four times. We said nothing. Brynn ignored more calls than she took, and the numbers were always the same. Boston area code. Four rings, then a voicemail that she listened to in private. Prickly jealousy heated my flesh when she started to reach for the phone.
“Whatever you want to do, baby. It's your day.” Her hand instead came up to lace in my hair, tugging me down for a kiss.
A kiss that washed away my jealousy, cleared the air of her lies and had me climbing over her. I tore her shirt off, hands going to her tits, rough against the peaked nipples as I thrust against her.
“First, I remind you who you belong to,” My eyes darted towards the phone, “Then we take our Princess shopping. Maybe you too, if you behave.” Beneath me, Brynn was bucking her hips, her head thrown back as she watched me.
With a rip of her panties and a frantic shove of my boxers, I thrust into her. Brynn hissed out, but I didn't care. I needed the connection, needed to remind her it was never going away. One hand pinned her arms above her head, the other dropping between us.
“Watch me while I fuck you.” I ordered, nothing sweet or gentle about the demand.
“Baby...” The hand between us began strumming her swollen clit, spreading her wetness over her soft pink folds.
“Mmm, hush. Watch me take what's mine. Look at how fucking beautiful that is, honey. Your pussy gets so greedy for my cock. It needs me. Needs what only I can give. You need me. Tell me you love me.” I was pounding hard, fast, almost savagely now.
Brynn whimpered, arching her back, taking it like a champ. I felt her tighten, my fingers tugging and flicking at her clit. I pulled out, shoving my dick between her folds, rubbing her sensitive clit with the swollen head.
“Tell me.” Aiming my hips, I pressed to her heat, just the tip, waiting.
“I love you, Levi. Please...I need you.” I nodded, surging forward to the hilt in one savage thrust.
“That's right. Tell me it’s mine.” I pumped a few times then pulled out.
“Levi...please...I am yours.” I shook my head, rubbing the head against her throbbing bundle of nerves again.
“Tell. Me. This. Pussy. Is. Mine.” I growled, slamming inside her then all the way out.
“It’s...it’s yours. It's all yours.” A growl ripped from my chest, bouncing off the freshly painted walls.
