Page 61 of Better Daddy
“Sloane Marie Murphy, you always have me. I just wanted you to be comfortable, and I knew that you weren’t comfortable with me. I thought—” It’s tempting to look away, but I make myself hold her gaze, lose myself in the blue eyes I’ll spend my last seconds on earth chasing. “I thought you didn’t want me in your bed. That you didn’t need me anymore.”
Sloane lets out a breathy laugh, taking me by surprise. “God, if we just talked, where would we be? If we just said what we meant rather than putting words into one another’s mouths…” She grins at me. “No more, Sully. No more distance, please.”
Every nerve in my body lets out a sigh. I feel it to my toes. Even my heart seems to relax. I lean down, caging her between my arms. “No more distance,” I murmur, my lips a breath from hers. “From now on, we talk.”
She takes me in, her eyes dancing over my face. I can’t help but think she’s memorizing everything about this moment just like I am. “Less talking right now, though.”
“Yes, less talking,” I rasp. Finally, I take her mouth. I kiss my wife the way I’ve been wanting to for months. The way I’ve craved for years. I take back my space in her bed and hope that I’m taking up residence again in her heart.
She presses her warm hand to my chest, though the touch is tentative.
Eager for more, I growl into her mouth. “Stop being so careful with me. You own me, sweetheart. Act like it.”
Her eyes widen in surprise, and then a delicious smile finds her lips. “Okay, then.”
Almost instantly, both of her hands are on my chest, electricity zapping through me at the contact. I take her lips again, and as she explores, another groan slips out of me.
Finally, she begins to act like the wife I remember. That I so desperately wanted for all these months. The one whose touch burned me. She brands me with her hands against my skin, warming every delicious inch, and when she goes even lower, I engage my core muscles and break the kiss, my forehead pressed to hers, so I can watch her finally take my cock in her fist.
The first touch is so shocking, I hiss through my teeth. “Oh fuck.”
Sloane hums in delight, squeezing my dick tighter, like she’s reacquainting herself with me.
“Oh god.” She’s the one who whimpers this time. My wife fucking whimpers at the mere feel of my length in her hands.
I can’t help but pump into her fist, and in response, she gasps and focuses on my face again.
“I want to feel that down my throat.”
I leak into her hands. My wife has always loved sucking my cock. And she’s fucking phenomenal at it.
But I can’t remember the last time she begged for it.
I’m so keyed up by her touch, by the thought of her tongue, that I thrust into her hand again. “Tonight’s about you.”
She licks her lips, eyes down, lusting after my cock. “Exactly. Now give me what I want.”
I drop my head to her shoulder as my dick literally weeps in her hands. Begging for me to give her what she needs. Relieved that it’s still me. “Need you naked first,” I say with a kiss to her neck.
Forcing myself up onto my knees, I give her room to wiggle out of her pajamas. She doesn’t go slow, and she doesn’t try to give me ashow, but still, the moment her smooth skin is bared to me, my heart races.
“Bloody hell, Sloane, you’re beautiful.” I cage her in again and suck a nipple into my mouth, drawing a keening cry from her. I play with the sharp peaks, giving them equal attention.
“Oh god, I think I could come from just that,” she babbles, thrusting her hips up into my knee.
“Not a chance,” I tell her as I climb up her body. “You come around my cock.”
She knows what I want. I want her lips around my shaft when she comes. She loves it like this. She loves when I settle my knees on either side of her head and feed her my cock. When I fuck her mouth nice and slow until she’s ready to take me down her throat. She loves to moan around my dick while she plays with her clit. And I love to clean up the mess she makes the moment she shatters.
It happens quickly. She wasn’t lying. When she detonates, moaning around my shaft, I have to squeeze my arse cheeks to keep from coming with her. As her delicious tongue dances around my crown, I clench my eyes shut. I only give myself a second to savor it before pulling back and working my way down her body. She widens her thighs for me, but I palm them and spread them farther, then take one long, slow lick, relishing the taste of my wife’s orgasm.
“Fucking perfect.” I press a kiss to her clit, and when she squirms beneath me, I suction my mouth over her clit and suck. I tease her with my tongue, back and forth, back and forth while she humps my face, babbling about how badly she wants me to finger her pussy. Or her arse. She likes both.
I haven’t gotten my fill of watching her writhe, though. Or the begging. First to kiss me, then to touch me, and now for my cock. Heart thundering, I growl into her flesh. I’m lost to the blood pulsing through my veins, the wordmineon repeat in my head.
“This pussy is mine,” I tell her as I finally give her a finger.
She spasms, moaning and fisting the sheets and bucking up intome.
