Page 88 of Surviving Midnight
“Yes!” Her scream is muffled by the memory foam and satin, but I heard it. “If. You’ll. Fuck me like this. Every time. Yes!”
My pace quickens as her walls flutter around me, each thrust of my hips driving her further across the bed. I grin and slap her ass again. “You’re gonna pay for that, Blondie.”
“Prove! It!”
So, I do.
I fuck my wife good and hard, a far cry from the slow and sensual love making we shared a few short hours ago.
Birthday sex.
My birthday, that also happens to be Christmas Eve.
Theo and I were together six months by the time she got me to tell her when my birthday was and she was so mad she missed it, Theo withheld sex for all of seventeen hours before she jumped me in the shower and made me swear I’d never prevent her from celebrating my birthday again.
Five years later and I’ve kept that promise right along with the rest of them.
My promise to always protect her.
To love her, honor her, cherish her until my dying breath.
The promise to quit running for the club and instead take over one of our legit businesses, not that it was a hard choice to make since Prez kept changing things. With so many of us on the EC settling down it was time.
My promise to give her every one of her heart’s desires and spoil her rotten every day of our life.
That one was all me, but I’ve kept it anyway.
Just like I promised to fuck my girl senseless every chance we got, and I’ll be damned if I haven’t made good on that one too.
Like right now.
My hips piston like crazy into my wife’s pretty little pussy, her walls slick and hot as they clamp down around me so hard I hear fucking angels singing.
“Zak! Zak, baby, I’m coming.”
Hell yes she is.
Theo is coming good and hard all over my cock and I think it’s time for me to do the same.
So, with several jerky though brutal pumps, I fire my release so deep inside Theo I swear to fuck my balls are up inside my gut.
Breathless and sated, I bend down and press a kiss to that sexy tattoo on Theo’s spine. “Can an old man fuck his wife like that?”
She flashes me a grin over her shoulder, and I kiss that too. “Well, considering an old mandidjust fuck his wife like that, I say yes.”
“Witchy woman.” I smirk. I just turned forty and while I don’t feel it and know for a fact Theo doesn’t think I’m old by any means, she’s been teasing me since I woke her up with my boner between her butt cheeks about an hour ago. “I should—“ The second I pull my dick out, our bedroom door swings open and slams back into the wall.
“Daddy!”
I drop to my stomach and roll myself up in the sheet as Theo’s very naked ass topples over the edge of the bed, my sexy and uncoordinated wife going down with a thud.
“Daddy!” Our three-year-old daughter shouts as she comes stomping into the room with Fabio on her shoulder. “Miles says Santa didn’t come because I been naughty!”
Miles, our five-year-old son, comes staggering into the bedroom next, bed head in full swing, squinting at us with one eye completely closed and George 2.0 on his heels. “Did not.”
Peg nods her head, her dark black hair wild. “Did so! You said Santa won’t bring me no presents because I told on you for feeding GTO your broccolis.”
“No.” Miles rolls his amber eyes, both now open. “I said you been naughty ‘cause you were trying to find the Christmas presents from Mama and Dad.”
