Page 88 of Mase
“Did you just sniff me?” He chuckles, and his chest vibrates with his laughter.
“I love the smell of you.” I smile against him. It’s a reminder he’s here and we’re in this together, that he’s my protector and savior too.
“Love, huh?” I feel his smile as he speaks, and I nod while the words hang comfortably in the air. Neither of us acknowledges it any further, but we also don’t feel the need to. I draw circles on his bare chest with the tip of my finger.
“Are you sure you don’t want to find out the sex?” I ask again for the thousandth time.
“Not if you don’t,” he says. I tilt my head to face him, and his eyes are hooded as he watches me, then his cock stirs to life inside of me.
“You’re ready to go again?”
“Always.” He grins, and I straddle his hips before rotating mine and bringing his cock back to life. Feeling him thicken inside me is an aphrodisiac. Knowing I have the power over him when it’s him who normally holds all the power issomething that gets me hot and bothered. It’s like he can’t get enough of me, and I bask in it.
His thick palm rests on the swell of my stomach.
“Can you suck my nipples while I ride you?” I rasp with each steady sway of my hips.
“Fuck yes,” he grunts, and thrusts up inside me as if he’s unable to help himself.”
When he sits up and tilts his head, I lift my tit to his open mouth. “So good,” I moan and throw my head back in pleasure.
“I can’t wait for your milk to come in, Summer.”
“Yes.” I swivel my hips, then lift onto my knees and drop back down. “I want you to lick them, clean me up.”
“Fuck yes, I’m going to keep my milky girl clean.”
“Holy fuck, Mase.” My pussy grips him tightly, our filthy words building the overloading sensations bubbling inside us.
“That’s it, beautiful. Milk my cock while I milk your tit.”
I freefall.
Closing my eyes, I surrender to the feeling of his consumption.
His love.
Knowing that my life and my children’s lives will never know loneliness and fear again. Only security and sanctuary in a loving home.
A beautiful life with a lifetime of his promises.
EPILOGUE
SUMMER
SIX MONTHS LATER …
Enjoying the day in bed,I stretch like a cat, a smile on my face. When the door bursts open, I don’t even need to raise my head to know it’s Mase delivering our little bundles to my side because it’s become somewhat of a morning routine.
He wakes with the babies, changes them, then brings them in to be fed. They’re five weeks old now, and Mase is constantly on the go with them while I recover from childbirth.
Tatum Finn Campbell was born first, weighing six pounds two ounces, followed by his sister, Avery Gianna Campbell, weighing four pounds six ounces. Their names are a nod to our little family and the people we treasure. Both are healthy, with a small flurry of blond hair on their little heads that make me believe they will take after me. Their bright ocean-colored eyes are the perfect combination of mine and their daddy’s.
“They’re ready to feed, Momma,” Mase declares, walking around the bed, and I delight in the stretch of his T-shirt over his chest.
Jesus, he looks hot with a baby cradled in each arm.
I sit up and place a pillow on each side of me, then hold out my arms for Mase to rest the babies down against them.
