Page 90 of Deception & Daylight
Her eyes meet mine as she pauses on her hands and knees, her face lined up with my cock. Her tongue darts out to taste the pre-cum beading at the tip, and I groan on contact. She smirks and continues crawling up my body until her pussy is hovering over my mouth. Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I tug hard until she’s fully seated on my face. I could drown like this and die a very happy man.
She squirms and moans as I work my tongue around her clit before licking all the way to her asshole. Her breathing speeds up, and she swivels her hips in tandem with my movements, riding my face as I devour her soaking wet pussy. I growl into her flesh, sinking two fingers deep inside of her. “Oh fuck. God, yes. Just like that.”
“Scream my name when you come, baby. I want everyone to know your husband is taking good care of you.”
“Yes. Fuck. I’m so close.”
Her pussy clenches as I crook my fingers and suck her clit between my lips, sending her flying into oblivion with my name on her lips. She raises onto shaky legs, giving me just enough space to slide out from under her. “Don’t fucking move,” I say, placing my hands over hers on the headboard as I line my cock up at her entrance. I sink barely an inch deep, and she throws her head back against my chest. “Sensitive?” I tease.
“In a good way,” she whispers.
I pull back and push in further this time, basking in the feeling of her stretching around me. “I love you, my wife.”
“I love you, too, my husband.”
With one hand on her neck, I tilt her head and steal a kiss, thrusting all the way to the hilt. Her lips part on a gasp, and I take the opportunity to deepen the kiss while I pull back and thrust forward once more, setting an easy pace. “You’re strangling my cock, baby. Fuck, you feel so good.”
“Come for me Miles. I want my husband to fill me up.”
The filthy words on her lips have me nearly exploding. “Jesus, woman. Are you trying to kill me?” She giggles, and the sound unravels me. Two more thrusts and I’m emptying myself inside of my wife.
We collapse into a messy heap, my arms wrapped around her from behind. “I’m a mess,” she says, laughing.
“My mess,” I murmur, kissing her temple. We cuddle for a while, soaking in the post-orgasmic haze, until I reluctantly slide out of bed. “Stay here. I’m gonna run us a bath.”
“You spoil me,” she says sleepily.
“Get used to it.”
Three weeks later
The wedding barn at Whispering Oaks is all done up with cascading ivory fabric draped overhead, string lights crossing the beams with a chandelier in the center. Elaborately decorated tables are scattered around a checkerboard dance floor with floating candles and floral centerpieces, and small ornate frames with family photos at each place setting. Luca is cradling baby Roselyn in his arms as his bride twirls Rylin around the dance floor in a tiny replica of her floral wedding gown, but my eyes are following Mags as she holds Sofia in her arms and sways.
“You sure you don’t want one of your own?” Paige asks, handing me another beer.
I chuckle. “Not even a little bit. What about you? Ready for another one?”
Paige immediately recoils. “Oh, hell no. Have you met Sofia? Who knew a toddler could be so demanding?”
“Are you talking shit about my baby again?” Cade teases, wrapping his arms around Paige’s shoulders.
“Yes and I won’t apologize for it. Nobodywarned me the terrible twos could start at eighteen months.”
I smile as I watch their exchange. “Excuse me. I think I’m going to dance with my wife.” I swear I hear a record scratch as Paige and Cade both stare at me, wide-eyed and slack-jawed.
Just then, the wife in question saunters over with a sleepy-looking toddler on her hip. “What did I miss?” she asks, handing Sofia off to her dad. I smirk at my best friend, not breaking eye contact.
“Hey Mrs. Barlow,” I murmur, pulling her in for a filthy kiss.
“What the fuck?” Paige shrieks.
Maggie smiles, holding up her hand where her engagement ring is now nestled against a matching band of marquise diamonds. I hold up my own hand with the bourbon barrel band and wiggle my ring finger. “Did you know you can have a drag queen dressed as Dolly Parton officiate your wedding in Vegas?” Maggie asks casually.
Paige squeals and pulls her in for a crushing hug. “When did this happen?”
“A couple of weeks ago. I was waiting for you to notice,” she says with a laugh.
Before they can talk further, microphone feedback reverberates through the speakers and Ruby Lynn Hayes steps onto the stage at the far end of the dance floor. “Sorry about that,” Liam says, adjusting the height of the mic stand for Ruby as she seats herself on the stool. “Ready, Goldie?”
