Page 114 of Something Tangled Something True
“Should I spread my legs for you, or did you want to do that yourself?” I rasp.
His smirk widens to a grin, and he lowers himself to the floor, nudging my knees open and wrapping his arms under my thighs to pull my pussy to his face at the edge of the bed. “Just lie back and let me do all the work, darlin’. I’ve gotta make sure my wife is taken care of properly.”
He presses a tender kiss above my pubic bone, lowering his mouth to hover over my clit. “Ry,please,” I whine. Ryder’s come to realize that not only does he love it when I take control, but when I relinquish control to him, that’s his absolute favorite. With anyone else, I wouldn’t even consider it, but with him, it’s so easy to let go and ask for what I want.
“You smell so sweet,” he whispers between peppering kisses over my clit, inner thighs, and my slick entrance. “I can’t wait to have a taste.” He plunges two fingers inside, and my eyes grow wide, head falling back onto the pillowtop mattress. “Eh, eh, eh. Eyes on me, darlin’,” he chides.
I sit up, balancing on my elbows as I watch him pump his fingers inside me with languid strokes. “That’s better. Now,what was it you wanted?”
I let out a little huff of annoyance, but I know I’ll be rewarded for all his teasing. “Ryder Maddox Lockhart, Ineedyou to eat my pussy.”
He glances up. “What’s the magic word?” he teases.
I narrow my eyes on him and grit out the word, “Please.” That’s all it takes for him to duck his head, remove his fingers, and slurp on my pussy like he’s been absolutely
starved for it. His tongue swirls and tastes, lapping at my entrance between flicking the tip over my pulsing clit. I buck against his mouth, pleasure searing through me. He adjusts his grip, lifting my left leg up and pressing my knee into my chest to open me for him completely.
The sounds his mouth is making over my wetness, combined with his groans of ecstasy, are intoxicating, as if eating me out is his favorite part of the day and my pussy is a Michelin star restaurant. It’s not long before the sparks of pleasure become too much for me, and I’m falling off the edge of ecstasy with Ryder grunting as he wraps his lips around my clit, allowing me to ride the waves of pleasure.
It continues in small, tingling bursts, and when the aftershocks have worn off, I collapse back onto the mattress, my arms splayed out at my sides.
“Whoever said ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’ has never been in a relationship with someone who could make their grown ass husband come without even touching their cock. Otherwise, they’d have mentioned that too,” he groans, flopping down on his back beside me. His dick is far from flaccid, but his cum paints his thighs.
“I thought you said you were planning to breed my pussy? How are we gonna make that happen now?” I ask, cocking my head to the side in question. I roll toward him, propping my head up on my hand.
“Give me ten minutes, and I’ll make good on my promise,” he says with a low, tired laugh.
“We have dinner reservations soon, and we need to getcleaned up,” I remind him, rolling my eyes. “You can fill me up later.”
A wicked smirk tugs at his lips, and before I know what he’s planning, he grips my thigh, pulling it up to rest on his hip. He swipes his fingers through the cum covering his thighs and perfectly sculpted abdominals, bringing two coated fingers to my core and pushing them inside.
I watch with rapt attention, moaning and rocking my hips against him. When he pulls his fingers out, some of our combined arousal spills out, but he's quick to push it back inside, giving me a lazy smile. “Don’t even think about showering before dinner, darlin’. I have big plans for the mess I’ve made.”
Epilogue Part Two
IN EVERY LIFETIME
THIRTY YEARS LATER
“Areyou sure you’re going to be okay, Dad? I don’t want you to trip because you can’t see through all those tears,” Carmen jokes, squeezing my bicep as I swipe away the tears falling mercilessly down my cheeks.
I suck in a deep breath and blink the tears away. “Yes,mi amor.I promise, I’ll get my shit together for you,” I tell her with a raspy chuckle.
The truth is, walking our daughter down the aisle might just kill me. It’s not that I don’t love her soon-to-be wife, quite the opposite, actually. IadoreMaribella, and after the first look, where I got to see Carmen wearing Lola’s wedding dress, the delicate lace appliqués still beautifully preserved after all these years, it was just too damn much.
Ilovelove! I firmly believe that real men cry, but damn, I’m really ruining a lot of family photos with all these tears.
Lola slips beside us, sliding a hand around my back, rubbing soothing circles between my shoulder blades. “Ry, everything okay?” she asks, giggling at my expense. She and Carmen give each other a look so familiarto me after nearly five decades of seeing it on Lola’s face. It’s the one that reads, “He’s being such a sap, isn’t he?”
“I can’t help it! Our daughter is just so beautiful, and you know how I get at weddings.”
“Ryder, you better get your shit together because I’m pressing play on that song in t-minus twenty seconds, whether you’re ready or not!” Mayte whisper-screams at me, her voice startling me. I almost drop the giant black umbrella we’re using to shield Carmen from the crowd.
“Ay!” Lola and Carmen yelp, grabbing hold of the umbrella to steady it in front of us.
“I promise, I’m good now,” I assure them, blinking away the last remnants of wetness from my lashes. “Let’s do this.”
Lola presses up onto her toes, pecking my cheek with a kiss I’m certain left a perfect red imprint of her lips. She licks the pad of her thumb and swipes at it roughly, my skin stinging from all the tugging.
