Page 20 of His for the Taking

“She in heaven,” Josephine says absentmindedly, setting the frame down beside her. “An angel. Dat what daddy say.” The pit in my stomach lessens. Never in my life do I want JoJo to forget about her mom. I also don’t want to her to feel like she’s missing out on having a mother. It’s a hard fucking line.

“I think your daddy is right,” she replies, picking the picture of Emma up and placing it back in its rightful spot. “Ready to help me make the biscuits to go along with dinner?” I step back. Neither of them heard me come into the house, and the last thing I want to do is make Kody feel like I was checking up on her. I walk to my room, dropping the bag of Kody’s stuff onto my bed and pulling my shirt off. I’d take a shower now, but if I don’t say hi to Josephine first, I’ll never hear the end of it. Plus hearing her talk about Emma, I’m not trying to add to any trauma she could develop. I smile as I hear JoJo’s little feet. My girl stomps as loud as a stampede of elephants. My feet carry me out of the room. Kody is behind Josephine, and I wrap my arm around her waist. “JoJo,” I get her attention while Kody lets out an audible gasp.

“Daddy, you home!” She spins on her heels, barreling toward Kody and me. I should probably quit hugging Kody. We’ve yet to talk about how we’re going to go about our relationship. A conversation we’ll be having tonight. I’m not sneaking around. Her brother knows, my brother knows, next Josephine will know, after that our families will know, and then I’ll work on the whole fucking town knowing she’s mine by planting a baby in her belly and sliding a ring on her finger.

I’m well aware the ink on her divorce papers is barely dry. I’m also aware that her marriage was over long before she went through with everything.

“I want in!” JoJo runs toward Kody, who picks her up without pause, with no silent look saying she’s not impressed, so I roll with it and enjoy the two of them the entire time.

“Soon, babe, real damn soon,” I promise, pushing my hips into her shapely ass as she sinks into my hold, letting her feel what she’s doing to my cock.

24

JAMESON

“She down for the count?” I’m propped against the doorframe of my bedroom. Josephine asked for Kody to tuck her in after we both read her a story. It hit me then that JoJo is just as attached to Kody as I am. A damn good thing, too, because after tonight, I’m going to permanently tie her to us

“Yeah, I stayed for a few minutes until her thumb fell out of her mouth and she curled into her bear.” I make my way toward her, my hands going to her hips, pulling her closer to me while turning her around and walking her backwards into my bedroom. While she was wrapping up bedtime, I hopped in the shower and threw on a pair of pajama pants I wear on occasion. Usually when JoJo is sleeping in bed with me or when I’m ready to relax for the rest of the night. Tonight, they’ll be off the second I get Kody inside my room.

“Good, now it’s time for you and me.” She’s in one of my shirts, braless judging by the way her nipples are pointing through the dark material. My mouth waters thinking about sucking on each pebbled tip, fabric and all. My cock twitches remembering this morning and how I had her taste on my lips well into the day; now there’s only a hint left.

“Jameson.” I walk her through the doorway, my foot grabbing the door and closing it. The bed would be a good place to start, but right now, it’s too far away, plus there’s something about making Kody helpless. Sure, she’s a willing participant, but pinning her in place, taking her how I like, it’s fucking phenomenal.

“Fuck, yeah. I bet you’re wet already, Kody.” With the bedroom door closed, I walk her backwards until she’s pressed up against the wall. One of my hand goes to the wall, the other lifts her borrowed shirt and runs along the seam of her sweats. She squirms. I’d bet my left nut she’s bare beneath her pants, too. “How wet are you, babe? You gonna tell me, or am I going to find out for myself?” Her stomach quivers beneath my touch as I glide my fingers down lower. Kody doesn’t answer me, whether that’s because she doesn’t want to or can’t, I’ve got no damn clue, but I’ll get my answer soon enough. I flatten my palm to her smooth bare skin, and when the tips of my fingers hit her wet slit, her body arches off the wall. My hand not currently on her cunt pushes at the waist of her sweats.

“Oh, fuck,” she purrs out loud. I should cover her mouth with my hand, but finally being able to hear her is the sweetest damn music to my ears.

“I’m about to fuck you, babe. Rough and deep, wet and bare, long and hard.” I’m taking Kody raw, not a damn thing between us. With anyone else, I’d never take the chance. It’s different with Kody. Life is different with Kody. It’s damn perfect, exactly like her.

“Yes.” Her hands clench my flannels, pulling them down. I’m not complaining one bit. The faster we’re both naked, the faster I’ll be fucking my cum into her hot-as-fuck snatch. My cock makes an appearance first, slapping against my stomach. Kody’s eyes are no longer closed; she’s watching the tip of my dick. Pre-cum coats the head, and I’ve barely scratched the surface of having her naked for me.

“Take off your shirt, Kody. I want my mouth on your nipples as I’m taking your pussy, babe.” I back away, my hand still pressed against her wet slit, sliding my fingers back and forth yet not dipping inside. Her hips undulate. She’s on the tip of her toes, hoping to get me to move so she can fuck my fingers.

“Jameson, God, please, more.” Her plea is like a victory in a football game after being in double overtime, and when she whips her shirt over her head, hair falling down, tits moving up and down with each breath, it’s me who is ravenous. I push down her sweats, she steps out of them, and I kick my own away.

“Hands above your head, legs locked around my waist, Kody,” I demand then move my hand away from her pussy, mourning the loss. The only thing keeping me sane is knowing my cock is about to be in its newfound home, buried inside Kody.

“Jameson, please.” Yep, this round won’t last long. The buildup is too strong, it’s been too damn long, and being inside her raw, there’s not a chance of dragging this out. Kody presses her hands against on the wall. I capture her wrists in one fist as my other hand engulfs her thigh, helping her lift her lithe body up until my hips are situated between her spread legs.

“Look down, Kody. Watch my cock as it slides inside.” She lifts her head off the wall, eyes opening, watching as I glide the underside of my cock along the lips of her pussy. “Get me nice and wet. Fuck, I love how wet you get for me, babe.” I rock my hips, this time dipping them until the head of my cock sits at her entrance. Her cunt pulses around my mushroom-shaped head, attempting to suck me in before I’m ready.

“Jesus Christ, I hope you’re ready, Kody, because there’s no way I’m stopping now.”

“Don’t hold back. Fuck me, Jameson.” I push my cock inside her in one solid thrust before she finishes her plea. There’s no waiting for her to adjust to my length. My patience is gone. The velvet clutch of her cunt is too damn intoxicating, and I’m too fucking gone for her. I feel her fingernails press into my skin. My mouth seeks hers, needing to swallow down her moans before this is over because of a certain little girl. I make a mental note to pick up a sound machine for Josephine’s room. One of those that’s supposed to keep you in a deeper sleep, then maybe Kody can be a shit ton louder when I fuck her. My tongue teases hers, wrapping around hers, claiming her mouth like I’m claiming her pussy. I move closer, my chest rubbing against hers. My chest hair scrapes along her nipples, giving her another sensation to build up. On each piston and swivel of my hips, I hit her clit.

I pull away from her mouth, wanting to watch her face as she comes apart. It’s the sweetest damn thing to witness. A sheen of perspiration coats our skin, only making the slap of skin that much louder. “Take my cock, Kody, and get there,” I groan. My tempo never stutters, and she has no problem using her thigh muscles to lift her hips. I should have known better than to think I’d be in complete control of the situation.

“Jameson.” I let her hands go from their place on the wall. I can’t get deep enough, and I’m going to need the bed in order to do that. I walk us toward it, hands gripping her hips, the tips of her fingers digging into my biceps as I bounce her on my cock with each step.

“Hold that thought, Kody. Not yet,” I order when I feel her clench around my length. I’m not ready for her to come. Before that happens, she needs to be flat on her back, legs elevated to allow my swimmers to do their job. I wasn’t fucking around when I said she’ll be pregnant soon, and since Kody didn’t say no to me going bare, she knows it’s about to happen.

“I don’t think I can.” I hold us steady as her back meets the mattress.

“Legs on my shoulders, Kody, then you need to hold the fuck on.” My jaw is clenched. The way she’s squirming, this won’t last too much longer. My hands keep their firm grip on her hip. She’ll probably have bruise marks tomorrow, and that’s okay. Besides, I’ll probably have some matching ones myself. I’ll wear them with a badge of fucking honor. Kody may not realize it in this time, but she’s marking me on the outside while I’m marking her on the inside.

“Oh fuck,” she whimpers. She fucking whimpers. I’ve got one knee on the mattress, a foot planted on the ground, and I’m sinking so deep inside her, I swear the tip of my cock is hitting her cervix.

“Kody,” I groan her name. She tightens around on my dick, body arching back, skin turning red, and her mouth opens on a silent moan. Fuck, there’s gonna be no more of her staying quiet. I want to hear my woman scream my name when I’m inside her. I keep thrusting my hips through her orgasm, chasing my own, and when the first spurt of cum paints her wet depths, it’s me tossing my head back, closing my eyes, and letting the orgasm take over. Jesus Christ, this is ten times better than me using my hand to a fantasy about Kody.

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