“You always give me what I need,” she croons.
My legs shake when I stand, daring to break the restraints. “Are you ready for me, Princess?”
She nods and grinds against the bed. “Claim my ass as yours. I need to feel you there.”
Renewed conviction ripples through me. That’s all I needed to hear. My fingers pull the toy from her ass. The progress we’ve made gapes at me while I lube my girth. There’s a pulse in my balls that warns me this won’t take long.
I flip her onto her hands and knees, which grants me an impressed moan. The vibrator is still shoved to the hilt in her cunt. Its low thrum spurs me onward. My thumbs trace the slit ofher center, dipping into her stretched pussy around the silicone. Her gasp is surprised but pleased.
A wiggle shoves the digits deeper. “Do you like that?”
“Mhmm,” she moans into the pillow.
“Maybe you’ll take me and a toy at the same time.”
“Yes,” she agrees automatically.
“Now who’s being good?”
Bianca rocks her hips. “Don’t test my patience. Give me that pierced penis.”
I glide my thumbs out, drifting to pry her ass cheeks apart. “Tell me if it hurts.”
Her untamed hair whips in denial. “Quit stalling.”
With that shove, I align my dick at her puckered entrance. Bianca slips a hand between her thighs to work her clit. It might be my imagination, but vibrations from the dildo already stimulate me. My balls tighten to the point of no return.
I’m barely hanging on. A shiver quakes from her as I push inside her untried hole. Her snug rim suckles my tip. That’s all it takes. My hips flex with the first burst. Bianca cries out, going rigid against me. That triggers two more spurts to unleash into her ass.
Spots dance in my eyes as we surrender to the pleasure. Her spasms drain me of every drop. I come until my teeth are numb. But at some point, my exhausted cock slips out.
“Put the plug back in,” she whines. “I don’t want any leaking out.”
“Fuuuuuuck, baby mama. What’re you doing to me?” But I’m all too eager to trap my release inside her.
Bianca rolls onto her back once I’m done. The grin she gives me is too innocent. “Everything you’ve been missing, Stalker.”
One year later…
Colton’s voice drifts down the hallway as I climb the stairs to our daughter’s bedroom. My heart flutters at the familiar words fromIf You Give a Mouse a Cookie. A trail of dogs leads me in the right direction. Not a single one of them bothers to lift their heads.
I’m sure my husband is aware of me leaning in the doorway, but he doesn’t stop reading.Our baby girl is cradled in the crook of his arm to best see the book. As if she’s able to comprehend more than his gentle tone at five months old. She also appears to be snoozing. But it’s always the thought that counts.
A smile curls my lips while he reveals the mouse’s mischievous behavior. He’s very animated. Not to mention dedicated. This sweet man never got bedtime stories. Marion Maxine doesn’t go a day without at least five.
Her daddy has been reading to her since I first found out I was pregnant.
That unmistakable ache sears my chest whenever I think of his childhood. Colton doesn’t let his past define him. He’s determined to be the best husband and father in spite of it. I couldn’t have asked for a better partner to share this life with.
After finishing the last page, Colton sets the book on the shelf. Another one was probably planned until I arrived. I slipped out of the house earlier without telling him where I was going. He’s not quite as capable of stalking me while on baby duty. The tracker on my phone reveals my location, but I’m sure he’s been itching to ask.
“Where has Mommy been?” Colton coos the question to conceal his actual concern.
“Finally got a tattoo.”
His eyes snap to mine. “Without me?”
“That was the whole point.” I sashay toward him, swinging my hips with extra flounce. “It’s a surprise.”
