Page 159 of Take My Name
“Maisie Langston…” He growls my full name as he buries his face in my neck, causing a shiver down my spine. “Do not start somethin’ you can’t finish.”
“And who says I can’t?” I taunt him more by rubbing over his hard length. “I’d like to properly express how grateful I am.”
He groans as I continue rocking my hips. “Then pull out my cock.”
My body hums at his demanding voice.
I lower to my knees on the floor and eagerly yank his pants down. As soon as I get into position, I grab the base of his shaft and wrap my lips around him. Instead of drawing it out, I see how fast I can get him there.
“Fuck, Maze.” His heavy breathing echoes in my ears and I beam at how easily I turn him on.
When I slip my other hand between his legs and find that tender spot behind his balls, he thrusts in deeper.
“Shit, baby. I’m close. Oh fuck…”
Hollowing my cheeks, I continue stroking him and sucking around his piercing. Moments later, he’s groaning through his release and filling up my throat.
Instead of swallowing, I climb up his body until I’m hovering above him and tap his lips with myyou know what to doexpression. Without fail, he opens wide and I spit his cum in his mouth.
Slamming my lips to his, I sink my tongue between them and taste how good we are together.
Warren slides his hands between us and pulls up his pants, then hauls me over his shoulder before standing.
“What’re you doin’?” I squeal, holding tightly to his ass.
“Gonna fuck you in the library and then tuck you into bed.”
I snort. “Wait, not in front of the Santas!”
My library was the first to get bombarded with Christmas decorations.
He smacks my ass, then takes the steps downstairs. “After what I’m about to do to you, we’ll both be on the naughty list.”
epilogue
Warren
FOUR YEARS LATER
“My God,”I drawl, walking into the bathroom and finding my hot wife soaking in the tub.
“About time you got home.” Maisie grins. “Join me?”
I’m already unbuttoning my jeans. “Don’t have to ask me twice.”
I had errands to run in town or I would’ve been home a lot sooner.
Once I sit behind her, I pull her against my chest and wrap my arms around her swollen belly. Gently rubbing over her bump, I hum at how beautiful she looks carrying our baby.
“I wonder who she’ll look like,” Maisie says, leaning her head back on my shoulder.
“Hopefully you. Although instead of being weak against one girl, it’ll be two.”
She chuckles, shivering against my stubble when I press my lips along her neck.
“And I have no doubt she’ll be wrapped around your finger,” she adds.
“Her mother certainly is.” I slide a palm up between her breasts and rest it around her throat, then tilt her chin to claim her mouth. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
