Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
“Oh God.” Her eyes finally open, filled with a lusty haze as well as sleep. Tyra’s hands drop away from her nipples and reach for my hair the second I thrust two fingers inside her, mouth staying attached to her clit, working her as hard and fast as I can, wanting her to come on my mouth. I use my two fingers to go after her G-spot, simultaneously working her body up until she’s screaming, “Mace!” Her body jolts up, which takes her eyes away from me. The view was gorgeous while it lasted. That’s okay, though, because the way she’s flying apart, coming while screaming my name, is more than worth it.
“No more. You have to stop, please,” she begs. Only then do I slow down on my ministrations, lazily stroking her clit with my tongue, fingers holding still while her pussy continues to convulse around them.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” I pull away, keeping my hand where it is. Her wetness covers her thighs, my hand, and her bareness, not to mention I’m sure my mouth is coated with her cum.
“I’d like to put in a formal request.” Tyra’s wavy hair is every which way, some of it from sleep but a lot of it from my hands throughout the night.
“What’s that, siren?” I take my fingers from her swollen flesh and bring them to my mouth, sucking her juices off all while she watches.
“I want to wake up like that every possible day.” Fuck yeah, and after last night, she could be carrying our second child after admitting to not worrying about birth control, saying we’re not getting any younger and Von is already older than what we’d initially planned on having our children close in age. That thought has consumed my mind.
“Anytime, Tyra. You ready to eat breakfast and tell our boy the good news?” I sit back on my haunches, cock hard, ready to take her again, except check-out is soon. My parents are doing us a solid by bringing Von home. And the coffee is hopefully still hot.
“Yeah, I am, truly. We’re one step closer, Mace, and I can’t wait until everything is in place.” Hell yes, we’re getting there, and I’m going to keep working on it until we are.
“Love you, siren. It won’t be too much longer until that day comes.” I move closer to her, mouth meeting hers. Tyra’s tongue slides out, brushing across my upper lip. That’s when I take over, loving that she has no problem tasting herself after I’ve fucked her with my mouth. Neither of us do. I’ve got no problem kissing Tyra after she’s gone down on me. I’m not some punk-ass kid who makes a stink about tasting himself on the woman who gave him a sweet-as-fuck gift.
“I love you, Mace. Think we can have breakfast in the car?” she asks excitedly.
“Definitely. Clothes are in the bathroom. I’ll go warm our coffee up, and then we can get this show on the road.” I help her up from the bed, slapping her ass again as she walks by to head towards the bathroom, thanking my lucky fucking stars that Tyra is giving us a second chance.
THIRTY
Tyra
“Hey, buddy, can you put your toys down and come sit with your dad and me?” I ask Von after his grammy and grampy have left. He was a bucket of energy, rightfully so seeing as how they took him to breakfast where you can make your own pancakes, adding whatever inside the mix, which I know for a fact his were chocolate chips. Plus with bacon, eggs, and two glasses of strawberry milk. I know without a doubt in another hour or so, he’ll be begging for lunch. It’s how Von works.
“Oh, man,” Von says, a yawn taking over. He rarely naps, but today all of us might be. Even I’m exhausted.
“Wow, apparently, your toys are more fun than Mom and Dad,” I tease as Mace and I sit next to one another on the couch.
“Siren, you know this is only a precursor to his teen years. It’s only going to get worse.” He places his arm across the back of the couch. Von is still sitting on the floor, toys scattered everywhere, but we have his undivided attention, for now.
“Wait a minute. What’s going on here?” Von asks when he sees his father pull me in closer, arm wrapping around my shoulder, and kissing the crown of my head.
“Well, if you’d put the toys down for a minute, you’d know.” Mace replies. Dinosaurs, that’s what he’s obsessed with currently. It’ll change soon; it seems like he gets addicted to something new every six months. Last time, it was sharks; this time around, it’s dinosaurs, and between both grandparents with him being the only grandchild, well, there’s a lot.
“Are you and Mom back together?” he asks, taking the guesswork off our shoulders on how to approach that.