Page 45 of Devil's Last Dance

After removing his jacket and dismissing the guards, he went to find his wife. She wasn’t in the usual places—the sitting room, library, kitchen, or dining room. He made his way upstairs and quickly checked on Luke, to find him fast asleep.

For several seconds, he stared down at his son. He was tempted to touch him, but he knew Candice had been working hard to get him to sleep through the night, and he didn’t want to ruin it for her.

“I am never going to hurt you, Luke. I am going to take care of you. Love you. Guide you. I’ll never raise my hand to you. I’m going to be a much better father to you than my own was.”

He wouldn’t dream of harming his child. Or children.

Antwone was hopeful for another child. His plan was for the next twenty or thirty years, to keep Candice pregnant, or with children close by, so she never thought about leaving him. It was a solid plan.

He needed her to forgive him. He’d already put several capos in their place and they knew not to fuck with him.

Now that he had Candice at his side, there was no fucking way he was going to lose her.

Making his way out of Luke’s bedroom, he walked up to his door, and for a second, he hesitated. He knew what he wanted to find behind it, but he was also a little … nervous. Had Candice taken the hint or the flat-out request?

He no longer wanted them in separate bedrooms. The truth was, he didn’t want that in the first place, and had only done it for her to feel safe.

Opening his door, he stepped inside, and saw her. Candice sat on the edge of the bed, wearing the red satin lingerie he’d bought for her, and his cock went instantly hard at the sight.

The bra pushed her tits right up. Ever since she had Luke, her breasts had been fuller, and he fucking loved how they bounced and moved. He found himself admiring her as she merely walked toward him.

The panties were tiny and as she stood, he couldn’t help but groan. He didn’t need to see the back to know the gusset was between the cheeks of her ass, and probably looked so tempting.

She walked up to him, placing her hands on his chest. “Do you like what you see?”

Antwone took her hand and placed it right over his cock. “What do you think?”

Candice didn’t say anything. Her head was tilted back as she looked at him. He was about to ask her what the matter was, but then she began to speak.

“I think that … I’m in love with you, Antwone. I have been in love with you since the first moment you sat at that bar, drank that horrible cheap scotch, and didn’t even complain. I don’t want to hate you. I could never hate you, but I also don’t want you to worry about me leaving. I don’t want us to have a marriage built on lies or hate, or betrayal. I forgive you.”

“Am I awake right now or fucking sleeping?” he asked.

This made her laugh. “You’re awake.” She ran her hand down to the front of his pants, wrapping her fingers around the length. “Very much awake.”

Antwone cupped her face, stared into her eyes, and he felt so fucking lucky. “I love you,” he said. “That is what I wanted to talk to you about tonight. I was going to tell you how I felt, how I feel. I love you with all my heart. Walking away from you was the hardest thing I’ve ever done and I don’t want to do it again. I never want to do it.”

“Good, because next time, if you walk away and ignore me for six months, I will hunt you down and cut your dick off, is that okay?” she asked.

Knowing she wasn’t a violent person, Antwone struggled not to laugh, but he knew what she was saying.

“I’m not going to hurt you ever. You are mine, Candice, and I am yours.”

With that, he took possession of her mouth, running his hands all the way down her back, going toward her ass, gripping the flesh. He drew her closer to him and rubbed his cock against her stomach.

He hoped his son stayed asleep, because he had plans to make love to his wife, and nothing was going to stop him. Pushing her back against the bed, he kissed her hard. She dropped down onto the edge, and he groaned, kissing her harder.

Antwone broke from the kiss to trail his lips down her body. He fingered the straps of her bra, pulling them down, and with the catch in the front it was so easy to remove it from her body. Those glorious tits sprung out and he cupped them in his palms.

Pushing them together, he took care of each beaded nipple, sucking them into his mouth. He heard her indrawn gasp. He bit down just slightly, then soothed out the pain with his tongue. She whimpered his name, and he loved the sound as it echoed around the room.

Letting go of her tits, he moved his hands to her thighs, then up to her knees. He stopped sucking on her tits and began to kiss down her body, going straight to her pussy.

Antwone spread the lips of her sex wide, and took that sweet clit into his mouth. He used his teeth and fingers to stroke, caress, nibble, bite, and to make her wild with need.

“Please, please, please,” she said.

“Come for me, baby,” he said.

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